Dionysus had no idea of the company that was about to break into his path, finding himself flirting with the young girl that had just come to his counter. It was a night like any other, flashing lights, new faces, the kind of night life that drew the god like a fly to honey.
The blushing redhead placed her order, and Dionysus gave her that charming smile. She was probably barely over twenty-one and legal, but it didn't stop him from throwing out his flirtations. There was something appealing about the brunette Greek and his manner. Some at times may be put off, others probably hated him, but one way or another they recognized his presence.
Bar-tending seemed the most natural job for him to acquire, and he found it memorizing. The guy that all the girls found interesting and attractive, and the one their boyfriends thought was a woman. He'd toned it down for the night, but still with his own class, having once again run out the door late and spinning his wheels down the road to be no later than fifteen minutes past the hour.
There was an almost bounce in his step to the beat of the music in the background as he mixed the girl's drink, sliding it over to her with a wink and a smile.