Apollo watched his brother go through the usual and familiar motions, very much in his own element and knowing full well what he was doing. The red liquid looked as enticing as velvet was, and no doubt, when sampled, it would be anything but less godly than the god himself that poured it.
Taking the glass, Apollo watched the liquid catch the dim light at the bar, wondered why there wasn't a gem in the world that could capture it, before taking his brother's advice. Slow and steady, didn't just win the race.
"Delicious." The wine went down better than red velvet - it was close to silk, the way the taste filled his mouth, senses - almost like red sex. Apollo placed down the glass to admire how the liquid caught the dim lighting, sitting down on one of the barstools. "Is this the house special?"