It’s Ragnarök, and Fenrir the wolf had just come by.
“Seen Odin?” he asked. I shook my head, and he moved on.
There was the sound of retching in the bathroom. It was Odin.
“That is the LAST time I do shots of aquavit with YOU, dude,” he said. “Hey, where are my pants? I know I had pants last night.”
“Fenrir came by, looking for you,” I told him.
“If he killed me right now, it would be a mercy killing,” Odin said. “Can you call him back?”
I was beginning to wonder about the wisdom of holding a Ragnarök party. For one thing, I didn’t expect the actual Norse gods to show up.