Every outing with Dionysus was like a date to him. He flirted with everyone, pretending to be the excellent host. He opened the door to Amphitrite and led her in with a kiss on the cheek, leaving a little glittery lip gloss stain. She wasn't as dolled up as he'd hoped, but surely she wasn't here for him. He walked towards the kitchen of his house, one of his tiniest wines on the countertop, he handed her a glass and filled it. "It's a beautiful evening, sweetheart. Just wait until you see the view." He winked at her mischievously. "This way---" he motioned to the patio and danced out the door.
He had the ocean view he promised, and the deck chairs to watch.