Theseus was just jumping puddles. He was going from one to a bigger one until he just fell right through. It was dangerous perhaps to tangle with an old flame, but the outcome felt a lot less violent than the previous months with Lust and Poseidon on his back. Dionysus wasn't the one he wanted to tangle with but there was nothing for the Olympian to fret over. There was nothing going on between them. Yet anyways.
The club wasn't too hard to find. A different atmosphere than Naxos, mostly because there wasn't an angry Olympian kicking down the door. He'd dressed better than usual with a pair of dark wash jeans, white t-shirt, gray vest and black boots. There was still that dangerous side to him, maybe it would work for him again.
He slipped in to the booth giving her a kiss on the cheek. A little forward, flirtatious, but he was feeling a bit better than the last time he'd seen her.