The god of wine was resting in a bed of pillows, surrounded by his drunk cultists and fun music. He took a sip of his strong wine, watching the festivities and taking pleasure from his followers as they were blissed out of their minds. The partying went on for hours and hours, laughter and cries of pure ecstasy filling the air. When everyone finally passed out, he decided to take a walk. He walked out of his ivy covered temple, finding a weary traveler staring at him. He smirks.

"Oh hello, would you like a drink?"

He purrs, offering his cup full of fragrant wine.