[ WP ] The god of rainbows is n't gay , and he 's really tired of people making assumptions .

`` It's not fair, you know?'' 
 The bartender nodded his head as he wiped the counter, the bar emptying out. The man in front of him had the corpses of tears on his face; the dry, salty streaks refracting light into various colors. 
 `` So, what are you going to do about it?'' The bartender asked, and the man shrugged in response. 
 `` I have no idea. I mean... what is there to do?'' 
 The bartender nodded and shut his beer-amber eyes. `` I do n't know, Regen. Maybe you could appeal to have a different job? I hear the god of last words gave his last words recently.'' 
 Regen Bogen XVI gave a short shrug, his multi-colored afro bouncing. The stripes of color seemed to remain stationary though, and the man shook his head. `` I ca n't do that, you know. My father did this job back in the day, he'd be disappointed if I quit.'' 
 `` Have you considered asking Jeff to stop associating his people with you?'' 
 `` Yes. He said I was being homophobic - that I should just say that I'm an ally.'' Regen sighed and looked up at the bartender. `` Can I have another glass?'' 
 `` Sure thing, mate.'' 
 The bartender filled Regen's empty glass with fermented ambrosia, and the young god downed it. `` I did n't *ask* for this, you know? I was born into it, it's a family tradition for the past sixteen thousand years - you ca n't be a Bogen if you're not a god of rainbows.'' 
 `` Maybe you should just start a new angle on the whole rainbow thing - maybe more bridges?'' 
 `` Bridges are n't particularly not-gay thing.'' 
 `` No, but they are masculine.'' 
 Regen smirked. `` Heh. That's true. You've always got a point, Dion.'' 
 `` I was the god of wine, I've always got a point.'' 
 Regen laughed and put the glass down. `` I think I'll take your bridge advice. I'll file for a secondary domain. There is n't a good of bridges, is there?'' 
 `` Not since the thirteenth century.'' 
 `` I'll tell Jeff he can shove his usage of *my* symbol up his ass, too.'' Regen stood up and the rainbow of light in his hair bounced again, the man's heterochromatic eyes shimmering with new ambition. For about three centuries the man had been the god of rainbows, and he did n't want the next seven centuries to be defined by the new LGBT community. He had no problem with them, but to him it felt like copyright infringement. 
 `` Just do n't get in a fight, alright?'' 
 `` Can do, Dion. Thanks again - it's appreciated. How much do I owe you?'' 
 `` Consider it on the house, cutie.'' 
 `` Thanks,'' Regen said with a smile. `` See you around then!'' He promptly left the bar, determination in his stride. 
 Dionysus sighed softly, as a couple of men walked in past Regen. `` I still do n't get why he came to a gay bar if he is n't gay, though.''
