New roles

The old tramp is awoken by the thud of a pound coin hitting the bottom of his Styrofoam cup, he just catches the young man defending his actions to his girlfriend before they disappear out of earshot.
“So it means I only put one line on the lottery tonight as apposed to two.”
They fail to look back to see the old man smile as he scoops the coin up and add it to the collection of loose change in the pocket of his dirty overcoat.
“Time for a coffee I think.”
He says to no one but himself as he stands up and straightens his belt. His beard is matted and his clothes soiled, his appearance is only betrayed by his demeanour that suggests there’s more to this person if anyone took the time to notice him.
In central station the clerk at Starbucks hands over his cappuccino with little more than glancing look of disgust even though this grubby old man spoke politely. The tramp takes a seat in front of the departure board to enjoy his coffee, several people vacate the vicinity. A few moments pass and a very well dressed woman approaches him as she speaks on her mobile phone, to the casual observer it would seem that this woman has merely been to preoccupied in her call to realise what she is sitting next to.
“And make sure its there by Friday or you can start looking for another employer understand!” her last word is filled with venom as she finishes the call. Her voice is still cold and stern as she begins to speak.
“I still don’t know why you continue this ridicules charade.”
“And hello to you to Hera.”
He replies with laughter in his voice.
There is no eye contact between them in fact they could be complete strangers as far as any one could tell.
“I mean really Zeus is it necessary that you need to smell the part as well, its bad enough that I have to be seen with you looking like this.”
“You Know as well as I Hera that these mortals don’t even know we’re here. I took care of that. So how are things with you these days?”
“Awful! My secretary is an idiot, I have meetings all week with people I would as soon smite as look at them and I still hate it here. I Mean Glasgow, its absurd and this climate does nothing for my complexion.”
“ Now Hera, we have discussed this countless times in the past, I had my reasons for coming here.”
“But Glasgow…”
“HERA!” booms Zeus, cutting Hera short as before her stands not the short tramp but Zeus, in all his terrifying glory, as tall as the roof in central station, glowing with lightning in his veins and fire in his eyes.
“ I WILL HEAR NO MORE ABOUT IT!”
Hera is taken aback but only momentarily, as she regains her composure.
“Zeus, please. Save this type of thing for scaring the mortals.”
Zeus back in his tramp guise sighs.
“You know the only reason I brought us to Glasgow is because its one of the few places where we can all apply to something.”
“ And the reason we always meet in central station is because it reminds you of home, I know.”
“Ah Mount Olympus, I do miss it at times.”
“So how are the others?”
“They seem to be handling the move quite well, all of them taking to there new status”
“Is it true that Hades actually named his club underworld?”
“Ha ha ha. Yes he did, his idea of a joke I think, Hercules is working as a steward there.”
“I really don’t know why you made Hercules god of bouncers when Aries would have been far more suitable.”
“Well someone had to be god of neds and vandalism and I don’t think Mercury was up to the job do you?”
“Ah mercury, God of cycle couriers trading in his winged shoes for a bicycle and what about your brother Psydon? I hear business is picking up in Kaverner now he’s took over.”
“It has indeed but its BAE systems now.”
“Indeed. Well I know you love these little chats of ours and we really must do it again soon but I do have a pressing engagement with Bacchus.”
“Really? You should have brought him along.”
“Doubtful, he still harbours a grudge at being made god of Buckfast.”
“Ha! Oh well if you really must go..”
“I don’t but you know I detest these meetings. I’m sure we will see each other again Zeus.” And with that Hera stands up and walks away, already dialling a number on her phone.
“Farewell, my wife.”
but he knows she cant hear him. Zeus finishes his cappuccino and returns to his spot under the bridge. As he settles down he mutters to no one other than himself
“Now, what lottery numbers should it be tonight?”