Lia Sloane (shield_bearing) wrote in olympian_rewind, @ 2009-08-16 00:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | athena, david wood, dionysus, lia sloane |
Who: Athena and Dionysus
What: Chatting/Venting/Drinking
Where: Random patch of woods in Miami
When: Saturday sometime
Summary: D, being mopey, gets himself plenty drunk in the woods. Athena finds him while out on a walk and he vents. Scene still in progress!
"Jeremiah waaaas a bullfrooog." A pause to belch. "Waaas a good friend of miiiiine." Ugh this was uncomfortable. Dionysus rolled over onto his stomach. "I never understood a single word he said, but I helped him drink his wine--" His masterful drunken ballardeering was interrupted by the sound of glass breaking below. Perhaps up in the limbs of a large tree was not the best spot to be drinking, but...
He snorted, chuckling softly as he settled back on his stomach, stretched out like a mighty panther along the heavy branch. "And it sure was some mighty fine wine." Maybe this kind of sullen, solitary debauchery should have been a bigger sign of his inner discontent, but Dionysus didn't think too hard on it. He was in the middle of nature, enjoying a six pack or two. It was the wildest he'd felt in a long time.
Walking was usually the best way to clear one's head, and although her head needed no clearing, Athena still decided it would be a good idea to get out for awhile and just walk around. It was just too nice of a day to sit around inside reading old books or working on getting the shop ready.
She walked with her hands in her pockets as she meandered through the trees. For a moment, she thought she could hear her brother singing off in the distance. She almost blamed the fact she hadn't seen most of her local family in awhile that she might actually miss them... but then she heard the shattering glass. No, that definitely was her brother. Following the sounds wasn't hard - Dionysus wasn't a quiet drunk, though the fact he was still balancing himself on a tree branch was almost impressive.
"Sing it, Joy to the world," Athena said in a sing-song voice as she approached the tree, "All the boys and girls, now."
D squinted, burped and squinted again. "M'not hallucinatin' drunk yet...you look like my sister." He giggled, rolling halfways off the branch, hanging from it for a moment before dropping to the ground. He attempted a roll, but to the onlooker he simply fell into a laughing pile. He stood, dusting himself off haphazardly as he staggered towards her.
"But I hope you aren't cauuuuse dayuuum you're looking fine."
Athena simply watched her brother, one eyebrow rising up over the rim of her sunglasses as she stood there with her hands in her pockets. Seeing him in this condition was nothing new, but every time she saw it she was still mildly amused.
It also didn't surprise her that he was drunk enough to flirt. She shot her brother a wicked sort of grin. "Unfortunately for you, I am your sister. Though I'd take the compliment if I knew you weren't completely trashed."
"Aww boo. Well, it still stands. You look good...for a ghost?" He squinted, running a hand through his hair. "You...I haven't seen you in awhile." He yawned, stretching his limbs wide. "Now you're disturbing my fortress of solitude. Spoil sport."
He glanced back up at the tree. "Well fuck. I left my beer there..." He stumbled back to the tree trunk, hopping up and gripping with his legs and nails.
"Oh, poor baby." She said with a roll of her eyes, both at the fact he called her a spoil sport and that he was whining about leaving his beer in the tree. Then, she just shrugged as she watched him clamber back up into the tree. "But fine, I was just taking a walk. If you feel like rolling around in the trees with your precious beer by yourself... be my guest."
Concentrating, he made his way up the tree. He was almost close enough to get the beer. He could just about reach...
He fell to the ground with a thud, beer bottles atop his chest. He let out a long sigh, not bothering to move from that spot as he opened one. It frothed over onto him, but he couldn't bring himself to care as he poured it into his open mouth.
She was about ready to turn and continue walking when he fell from the tree along with the clamor of bottles. It was a pathetic sight to see, really, and she mentally kicked herself as she went to lean over him. "You know, you're usually a decent drunk. Fun, sometimes. Right now you're acting like a homeless alcoholic that can't even get his sorry ass up and beg for food."
"Pathetic huh?" He sighed, chucking the newest empty bottle at a nearby tree. "...I feel..." He grappled for the word. "Domesticated. Blah. No fun in anything now...not allowed to be fun anymore. He gave me a leash, and I don't think he realizes it. He...ugh." He let out a noise almost like a cry. "This sucks."
Well, that explained a little bit. If this was the wildest he could get lately? He'd been seriously domesticated. "And 'He' is who exactly?" She didn't know much about what, or who, D was doing in Miami. They never got to see each other much, so she had no idea. It had to be one of her other brothers or some other god. Athena doubted any mortal could put any form of leash on Dionysus, unless it was leather and used in the bedroom.
"Apollo," he muttered simply, rubbing his hands over his face. "I love him...gods do I love him, but I miss being adored, respected, worshipped. Even in small moments it is enough. I've expended so much on making him feel well. I thought I had a talent for making others happy, but...he's an endless bog. It is always either the past glory or nothing. But...at the same time I'm all he has. Other than his yes women, he's alone. Maybe he did that to himself, but I don't, cant , abandon someone I love. And god I sound like a fucking soap opera..."
Which meant drinky drinky time.
Athena fought very hard to not blurt that Apollo had always been a prat, and that D should not have been surprised.
Instead, she asked a very obvious question that needed to be asked regardless. "Have you talked to him about this?" She stood up straight as she asked, looking at the beer bottles here and there with a frown. Despite the fact that it was relationship problems that D spoke of (and out of her wide array of skills, those were not her area of expertise) and the fact she didn't feel like she could be all that much help, there she stood, glancing down at her piss drunk brother again.
"You know Apollo! He's a stubborn prat!" D groaned, rolling to his side. "If I mentioned being unhappy he'd just...y'know, think I was condemning him and shove me off into the hate box of people he hates...trademark."