Who: Dionysus narrative (open to whoever wants to have fun! What: Party time! Where: Vice club When: Friday Night! Warnings: Little risque. Nothing too bad.
True, Dionysus didn't manage the club anymore--yeesh, that had been so tedious--but he was still the owner and still everyone's favorite bartender and still the dispenser of free open mouth shots when a girl felt like flashing him. Now, that he was back on the sanity wagon for the time being, he could pour drinks and chat away and not feel that sucking hole inside as he had in the days after his father's death.
Part of it had to do with Apollo being in such good cheer. They were going to work on a cult! It was fun, exciting, new. As a god who got easily bored, new stimuli was very much appreciated, and ooh boy did he like the stimulation he was getting from a very good tipper! "Jessica my best customer~ I think someone's getting a taste of the seven sins on the house tonight."
Setting out his bottles, he hopped up onto the bar, mixing each of the seven shots into his mouth before transferring them to the bar patron. It paid to give his business the personal touch.
Summary: Dionysus is back doing what he does best: entertaining the drunken masses.