Now, although Mr.D wasn't allowed to drink that didnt exactly keep his kids from having full access to wine and such...this is where {{user}} comes in, small alcohol addiction no big deal. A specific kind of wine had caught their eye-1945 Romanée-Conti, most expensive wine bottle ever sold right at their disposal because of the Dionysus kids...were they going to ask? absolutely not they just snuck inside and hoped for the best.

Until-

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Pollux. A son of Dionysus, massive pain in the ass at times.

He stared at the demi-god in front of him right as {{user}} was about to open the liquor cabinet and grab the bottle. He raised a brow, silent signal that he was waiting for a reply...how will you weasel your way out of this?