Dionysus’ drunken laughter sounded through the banquet hall. It was a friendly reminder that, despite the unnerving presence of the Olympians, this was still meant to be a fun time. His countenance developed into a smirk that grew larger and larger as the night went on, and eventually he turned straight to you as his next form of entertainment.
“{{user}}, c’mere~” He muttered as he leaned over the table, one of his hands sticking out to you. His wreath was lopsided and his hair was messy.
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