Vice Principal's After Hours Office Hours - Wednesday Evening
Hades was back in his office for the first time in a very long time. He'd come to realize that a Vice Principal didn't actually do much when he was able to bribe a squirrel into doing his paperwork. Sure, history would say he had questionable grammar and a fixation on nuts, but it was better than actually doing menial work.
While the squirrel did his paperwork at the desk, Hades was pacing the rest of his office, hands behind his back as he mused in the low lighting. He'd been here a year now. One mortal year. Add to that the fifty years he'd spent falling through the pit of souls and he was a little out of the loop. He wasn't keen to take on Herc the jerk again any time soon and the titans, the ace up his sleeve last time, were no doubt still annoyed at him for not winning and letting them loose on the world.
Not a good idea to mess with angry titans for at least another millennia or two. The thought that Hades was actually living two millennia ahead of his last plan hadn't occur to him yet.
All he knew was that he was stuck (unless he wanted to deal with Zeus' wrath, no thanks) and lacking an obtainable goal. Cable TV wasn't helping with his motivation. Curse you, Oprah.
Then the song came, interrupting his not-sulking-at-all-really. He didn't even realize it until he started tapping his foot along with the beat.
I can't get no...satisfaction.
"Tell me about it."
I can't get no...satisfaction.
The urge to sing along was too powerful and great.
"'Cause I try! And I try! And I try! And I try!"
The squirrel looked up from the paperwork and shook his head.
"I can't get no," Hades sang, "I can't get no..."
This was probably going to go on a while.
While the squirrel did his paperwork at the desk, Hades was pacing the rest of his office, hands behind his back as he mused in the low lighting. He'd been here a year now. One mortal year. Add to that the fifty years he'd spent falling through the pit of souls and he was a little out of the loop. He wasn't keen to take on Herc the jerk again any time soon and the titans, the ace up his sleeve last time, were no doubt still annoyed at him for not winning and letting them loose on the world.
Not a good idea to mess with angry titans for at least another millennia or two. The thought that Hades was actually living two millennia ahead of his last plan hadn't occur to him yet.
All he knew was that he was stuck (unless he wanted to deal with Zeus' wrath, no thanks) and lacking an obtainable goal. Cable TV wasn't helping with his motivation. Curse you, Oprah.
Then the song came, interrupting his not-sulking-at-all-really. He didn't even realize it until he started tapping his foot along with the beat.
I can't get no...satisfaction.
"Tell me about it."
I can't get no...satisfaction.
The urge to sing along was too powerful and great.
"'Cause I try! And I try! And I try! And I try!"
The squirrel looked up from the paperwork and shook his head.
"I can't get no," Hades sang, "I can't get no..."
This was probably going to go on a while.