Of Course I didn't

I was sitting at a cafe when the Fire God showed up. She had ditched the suit for a red dress (always wearing red kind of cliche for a god!). She was smoking a fragrant cigar and distracting everyone else at the open air cafe (it was very very smelly, pleasant to me, but the looks on others told me maybe I had a connection that made it smell nicer? I dunno I didn't ask).

"Ms can you put that out?" The waiter had no idea who he just asked what he had asked in a way I felt extreme sympathy for him, but at the same time the idea of someone asking a god to do anything was amusing to me. She gave him a once over with her eyes that would have froze my blood.

"Micheal," He was not wearing a name tag so this unnerved him to start, "Those peons sent you instead of asking me personally because they are afraid of me, and they should be, in your little society women still don't have equal representation, we fight your wars, we birth your children, but you still want to lord your penis's over us, and when we dare do something for our own enjoyment like this fine cigar, you want us to put it out and go back to being invisible, Micheal I'm not going to be invisible, now go get your boss and tell him that mean woman wouldn't submit to his request and I'll sit here conversing with my associate." The waiter ran and she turned to me with a smile.

"I think you enjoy being a god a little too much."

"How can one enjoy being a god? I simply am, what I enjoy is pushing you little miscreants around when you dare talk back. Because everyone here has an interesting idea of power demographics. Take that couple in the corner, she's cheating on him with someone who makes more money, he knows and is planning on killing her, he will fail of course, but he still think he's the big bad man in their relationship, its delicious the kind of duplicitous nature of this place, there is conflict in everything."

"So I wanted to tell you in person..."

"No, you wanted to tell me no, you are forever concerned with your unnaturally long life span, and so while being my avatar would be blah blah blah, I know Trezlan, I merely offered to show you a way out of your own current miserable existence."

"I'm not miserable." She patted my hand and it almost felt like touching a stove.

"But of course you aren't you poor thing, you completely enjoy being lead around by the nose by powers you don't understand all the while they leverage against each other." She got up to leave just as the manager approached her, "When you want to change the game Trezlan call me."

"I don't have your number?"

"You do, just clap your hands." I didn't understand the reference or why she said it, she did put her cigar out on the managers hand which caused it to ignite and she walked off laughing. I myself left because being a known fire user who had been sitting with the Fire God I knew I'd be blamed for her transgressions. Ultimately this meaning while entertaining didn't get me anything, and I was no closer to finding out what happened to Hanlon, so a normal day for me. I swear the more I try the more I fail to actually accomplish things. It's almost an argument against trying all together!