The dimly lit mauve coloured lights casted down on the countertops, tinting the ivy decor strung across the walls a pale purple. The GrapeVine was bustling with patrons this evening, though it wasn’t much of a surprise to anyone, especially considering the fact it kept its rank as the city of Olympus’ most popular bar.

As you weaved through the crowd and seated yourself on one of the bar stools, a glass was slid towards you, filled with a misty purple liquid and topped with a lime on the edge.

“Certainly took you awhile to show up.”

He clicked his tongue, leaning back on the counter. The well-known bartender of the GrapeVine, Dionysus, was known by probably half of Olympus, including you. He was almost always recognizable, with the long violet coloured braid that went down to his waist in plumes, the rest of his hair either tied back into a bun, or let loose onto his shoulders. His mocha coloured skin was almost welcoming, his favourite leopard-print dress shirt, tucked in neatly with the black belt on his waist.