The lighting in the room rivaled that found in most tombs, and while his vision wasn't hindered in the least, Dionysus still reached for the switch beside the door to bring up the lights just enough to discern piles of clothing from actual bodies. A tap of his fingers woke those that were not so hungover that they'd lost the will to live, and those lucky few were kind enough to drag the less fortunate out the door.
Crawling up the bed to flop down next to the remaining lump, Dionysus frowned at the size of it and then reached under the covers to fish out the girl - no girls - that had slipped almost to the foot of the bed, and sent them out, while avoiding the swatting hand that a just awake and grumpy Komos flapped at his interfering father. A flash caught the god's attention and he caught Komos' wrist to examine the wedding band that circled his son's finger, and with a sigh, wondered which of the lucky ladies who'd just stumbled out would be back looking for alimony... or child support... or both.
Not that it mattered, in the end. It had happened before, and it would happen again. "Wake up, Sunshine." The murmur garnered little more than a grunt and chuckling softly, Dionysus lifted Komos' hand and sucked his ring finger into his mouth, licking around the ring until it was slick enough to be caught in his teeth and slowly dragged off.