Much could recreate that drink a thousand times, but without Dionysus it would never taste as delicious. The Greek God grinned from a distance, coming up beside them, his hand trailing against Much's shoulders and giving Leila a wink. "Come to Naxos sometime darlings. Hope you enjoy each other----" he hummed and stepped away into the crowd.
Leila looked at that sassy God and wanted to poke holes in his face. She could tell looking at Much he was high as a kite. She grabbed his arm, but not to hang on like a lover, just to hold him upright, he looked ready to faceplant the floor. She had to get him out of here.