His mischievous g r i n widened
as his practiced hands flew over
the instrument.

He was 'fixing' a friend's guitar, and
now that he was done with it, they
would be having a real good time --
that is, if their idea of f u n was listening to
the sounds of walruses giving birth to farm
equipment. 'Course, he'd be fixing it right after

he was satisfied with the look of shock on their
face. He wasn't a complete jerk.

But yep, he'd fixed the guitar to scream and
shriek heavy metal every time it was strummed.
Crazy, whatcha' can do with a few simple
tools, huh?

"So, didja get to fix my guitar, Leo?"
the camper [you] nearby asked hopefully,
twiddling his fingers.

Leo gave him a smile and dangerously sparkling brown
eyes. "Well, lemme put it this way.
Is Hades a deadbeat? Of course.
Did I fix your guitar? Of course.

Why don't ya give it a try?"