@boywithbowandarrow liked for a Mad Sweeney starter
Being in the employ of Wednesday (ah, who was he fucking kidding? He was a go-fer) brought Sweeney to some strange places. There were some things he refused to do or let do on principle alone - no fucking Guinness beer (got to think outside the box), no ruffling his fucking hair (he was a tall Leprechaun who towered over everyone), and no fucking cutesy stuff.
All of which were thrown out of the window when Wednesday sent him to round up the old gods, of course.
“I’m really not buying what you’re selling,” he said to the young-looking man before him. “I’m just here to pass on a message from old One-eye.”