"If he snuck something in there, don't be looking at me to drag you out of here." She would of course, she wouldn't leave him to the wolves, but he was being a fool.
Dionysus's drinks were potent, especially when laced with his own taste of influence. It could knock any mortal flat on their back. Other immortals were not immune, and he quite honestly was looking for some more chaos by the end of the night. A party wasn't a party until there was some pain induced with pleasure. Dionysus was a bit more carnal than people thought, he liked the chaos, it fueled him.