And everyone knows, you can't party with Dionysus without having a Pan following along...
He was still tired, aching, slightly gloomy. But damned if he knew a party wouldn't lift both his spirits and possibly gain himself a follower or two. Sneaking along the crowds, leaving more than a few offended or secretly pleased women and men behind him, he was like a snake in the grass. A very drunk snake in the grass. "Who's leg do you have to dry hump to get a Guinness around here~"