Who: Dionysus and Apollo What: Brothers meet-up now that sun-boy is back from the dead When: Backdated June 4th Where: Naxos, Dionysus' unopened bar Warning: none
The disappearance of his brother left Dionysus in a rather clumsy state. He could not deny the sharp intake of breath he took, or the overall feeling that something was dreadfully off when Apollo had decided to take his stubborn ass and take matters into his own hands. It put Dionysus in a very foul mood, his disposition annoyed by feeling so thrown to the wayside. There was little the vivacious god wouldn't do for the other, the link was that in tune.
The annoyance had gradually worn off to something more akin to worry. He couldn't help but be upset, and even in the hands of his beloved Ariadne he could not shake the uneasiness. Now with Apollo back, that energy had returned, pulling Dionysus into that happy balance that made him who he was.
Naxos had yet to make it's grand opening, but it was pulling together nicely with the help of his wife and mortal boy toy, Jerry. Kyle if they wanted to be specific. The night was still young, but Dionysus sat against the bar with his specialty wine, cork popped and two glasses to fill.