"Good, that wasn't the best hallucination." He put a hand to his cheek where she had doctored it, giving a friendly smirk even as she sauntered out of the room. He took the opportunity to kick up his feet and relax, well as best he could in the bar owned by a jealous Olympian. It was better than Poseidon right now, that's all he could say. He'd needed a long overdue break from his father.
Dionysus was at the bar serving drinks to the pretty girls (and boys) that walked in, his wine like a perfume in the air. He wasn't leaving tonight knowing that trash was still here. He was upset and like a child reacted just as juvenile. He was worried he'd lose her, and he didn't deal with loss like a normal person.