Apollo grins as he hops onto the bar counter, straddling the wood as he lifts his wine into the air. "To my lovely friend," he announces dramatically, his grin widening at your sigh. "For getting the promotion you truly deserve."

Your boss had called you into his office earlier today, wanting to discuss an "urgent matter." You thought you were getting fired when in reality, he would be giving you the spot of being Vice.

The Greek sun god leans down and sips his wine, still smiling like a drunken fool. "How's it feel? The power, the respect?" he questions.