Dionysus was not the biggest fan of having to yell to be heard over music which placed him closer to the door than the DJ booth which shook with the amplification that threw everything out of tune. He tended to stray toward the places that had lounge areas that catered to the kind of man that liked to sit on a too crowded couch with a women, so that she had to get close to be comfortable. He was born into a time were chivalry was not holding doors open, but closer to just not turning into an animal to physically overpower a chosen lover. This was the reason he didn't feel bad at all for the overall fact that he liked close quarters because people always felt drunker closer to him than farther away, and no lawyer ever told him that, that wasn't consent per se.
He was sitting between an actress he talked into not going home after rehearsal and a couple that seemed unable to keep their hands off of each other. There were a few other cast members floating around the club that overheard his offer of a good time, but no one was quite holding his attention, which was why his head turned to the women in the gold dress trying to lose her pursuer. He watched the situation for a few moments, slowly cracking a grin as Pan proclaimed his status as a chick magnet.
"Do me a favor?" He started as he turned somewhat to be facing the actress more head on, "I grew up with that guy who's making a fool of himself at the door," He began as he reached over her to get his glass, when he could have done so without touching, "think you can go get him in?" He asked with that grin he got when he knew he was going to get just what he wanted. There was no magic necessary, and he needed there not to be, so that it didn't wear off when she walked away and suddenly wonder why she was letting the too eager man into the club. It was amazing what people would do for directors! He was learning to relish in that.
He sat back as the actress went to go bat her eyes and nod at the bouncer, pretty sure that when she returned to him she's have Pan in tow, following her like a love-sick goat, or just a horny one.