King Against King

Thor sat in the bar, drinking with a gloomy expression. The bustling crowd and the alluring barmaids could not draw even the slightest bit of Thor's interest. Thor had suddenly become incomparably depressed. Where was his former cheerful, wild spirit? The flashing lights made his eyes ache. He instinctively wanted to roar in reprimand, but then remembered that he was merely an ordinary mortal now, so he drank sullenly. He downed large mugs of beer, one after another.