Pour Some Sugar On Me (tag: Ninkasi & Bast, later Kratos, Hermod, Zelos, and possibly others)
Dionysus tilted his head to one side, watching as the boy across the table blinked several times after taking yet another shot. He had been almost certain that this would have been the one to fell the young man, but there he was, still upright. Dio was both surprised and pleased. Lifting his own drink in a congratulatory manner, he called out a cheerful, “Woohoo!”
It was an interesting night. But then, he’d known it would be when he’d received the call from his darling Nina, his sister from another mister. Probably. She was considerably older than he, and from a completely different pantheon, but Dio never underestimated the reproductive abilities of his father’s penis. Never.
In any case, Ninkasi had declared that it was going to be a girls’ night out with Bast, and as Dionysus had always considered his own gender to be quite fluid, he felt totally comfortable tagging along. He’d even considered wearing one of his own dresses, he’d had a lovely blue velvet that would have worked just fine, but then decided against it. But only because he’d already had a lovely outfit picked out.
Which was how he came to be sitting in a very nice brick-walled bar in a college town, wearing gloves and a top hat, along with a button down shirt, cummerbund, bowtie, and tuxedo jacket. Those were necessary to go along with the china tea set he’d brought to drink from. But in the name of comfort, he was wearing only boxer shorts rather than pants, and sported flip-flops on his feet. The wine god was certain he looked quite dashing.
Far more so than the college-aged male already on the floor. He’d been an early loser in the game of potable chicken that had sprung up rather predictably. Dionysus could have told Nina and the kitty what would happen as soon as they’d walked in the door. A group of frat boys at the bar had taken one look at the ladies and thought to attempt to lighten their inhibitions with drink. Little did they know that the Sumerian and Egyptian had no inhibitions, and could quite easily drink them under the table. Even sweet little Bast. Though she really had no chance of outdrinking either himself or Ninkasi, the adorable terror had been friends with the beer maiden long enough to have built up a very admirable tolerance. One he was sure she supported with regular raids of Isis’ stores. Dio heartily approved of all of the above.
Pinky finger extended as he held his lovely teacup full of wine, he leaned toward Nina and murmured, “I do believe that another one shall bite the dust shortly. And if we’re simply here to watch flies drop, it’s going to get rather boring, don’t you think? We should come up with something—“
He broke off for a moment, watching as Bast deftly dumped a half empty mug of beer down the front of the pants of the boy in front of her who had been attempting to unzip them directly in front of her face. Rather a waste, both of beer and cock, in Dio’s opinion.
“Fun,” he finished his thought of a moment prior. And really, given how well Ninkasi knew him, she should be rather panicked at the idea of Dio getting bored and looking for his own form of fun. That was how orgies, food fights, and traffic accidents happened. Occasionally simultaneously.