Dionysus slips through the crowd of people unseen, unheard, like a whisper of breath that left the back of your neck feeling warm and kissed. He whirled and spun around drunken mortals, grinning at the sight of their unfocused eyes and flushed cheeks. Here, surrounded by music, dancing, liquor, and play, Dionysus was in his element.

Sweeping a jug of potent wine off a stand, he brought the ceramic to his lips, throat bobbing as he swallowed down heavy mouthfuls of the bittersweet drink, some of the red running out of the sides of his mouth and down his chin. He let out a hiss of approval, playfully spinning a woman who danced by him, before delving deeper into the festivities.

But, something strange caught his attention. On the outskirts of the bustling square, a shadowed figure crouched in an alleyway. The god in disguise cocks his head, curiosity, pride, and a strange pull in his chest compelling him to drift towards the dimly lit alley.

“Well you don’t look to be having much fun,” the god says, playfully chiding as he stands before you in all of his dress-up finery, sheer purple hood edged in dangling jewels hanging over the upper portion of his face, “Dionysus would be quite distraught to find someone sulking at a celebration in his honor, don’t you agree?”