Chapter 3

Troy reached the bottom of the steps. He wasn’t getting a skol—at least not one of the female variety—a gold-trimmed cape, or Super to his name. And no powers either—extra enhanced or otherwise. He also knew why the other tuohygan candidates had turned the CSA down. They weren’t gay either. What the fuck was the CSA thinking? And what the fuck would he tell his mom? Certainly not the truth. She was so stoked about him potentially becoming a tuohygan, she’d probably tell him to accept the guy so Troy could claim his gold-trimmed cape, and she could brag about having a tuohygan son. No! He needed a drink. Hell, more than one. Maybe if he told her he’d turned down the job because the terms were too arduous. No, she’d be bound to ask questions. Or maybe it just wasn’t a good fit? They didn’t have a suitable skol? That was closer to the mark. Hell, he’d figure out the details later, after he’d had a drink.

Spying a bar up ahead, Troy entered and approached the busty barmaid.