While Ariadne knew there were a few Meneads around, she hadn't called them. She knew she ought to. One was her mother in law, and the other one of Dionysus' own daughters. It was near rude to not offer them a job at the bar. But tonight she just wanted to catch up. She'd let go of her own anger and pain a while ago, and now considered Theseus a friend. Because of him, she was still remembered. It was something.
And as she saw him, he looked distraught. He seemed to need a drink. So she poured him one and waved. "Evening." Smiling she motioned to the seats across the bar. "Take a seat, here. On the house."