Dionysus watched as a pair of feet passed. He knew those feet. Big feet. Oh goody, Kratos was here! Perhaps his lovey Nina could convince the big guy to join the college boys. He would certainly like to see the man in his birthday suit. His big, pretty birthday suit.
But that could wait for later. Because first, he wanted to speak to the cute little Nord in front of him. The adorably innocent little thing that was apparently rolling in the sheets with Bast. Good on him. Bast was a delightful bundle of sex and violence. He hadn’t thought that Hermod would have the temperament to handle her, but apparently he not only did so, but did it well enough that the Egyptian claimed him. He couldn’t recall ever hearing of Bast in a relationship before. Which made the Norse messenger utterly fascinating.
Dio couldn’t wait to take him apart to see what made him tick.
But first, there were questions. There were always questions.
“She’s playing with Ninkasi,” he replied with a vague wave of his hand somewhere in the general direction of the bar. Dionysus wasn’t entirely certain where they were, but Nina never strayed far from the bar. “I wouldn’t go over there just yet though. I believe claws and fangs were about to be sprouted, and while I find that hot as hell, it can be a wee bit bloody. Did you know your Egyptian is exceptionally flexible? She tried very hard to bend me in half. It was—“
He broke off abruptly as the fragment of a memory surfaced, and he attempted to catch it and put it into a picture to make it make sense. Mexico. Drinking. Rescuing. Cell phones. Photos. Trains. Snow.
SNOW!
A wide, delighted grin split Dio’s face. “Hermod, I need to borrow your cell phone, if you please.”