“ That can’t be right. “
He redid the numbers but still came up with the same answer. Something wasn’t adding up right. Who knew he’d struggle so much with such a simple equation ? Helios glanced around the bar for someone, spotting someone with oddly white hair; vaguely he remembered mixing a drink or two. He slid down the expanse of wood, paper in hand.
“ Do you mind helping me out with this ? “
A little rude ? Probably. Did Helios care ? Mildly.












