Pan was still arguing at the bouncer, for he was truly just spewing words in the direction of the bigger man rather than holding any intelligent debate, when a beautiful woman slipped up and curled around his lanky form. His face lit up from her touch alone, but then she purred He's with me, and little would be capable of wiping the idiot grin off his face at that point. Tossing his chin at the bouncer with an air of "I told you so," Pan followed her her inside, already attempting to cop feels. He was all pride and swagger when he spotted Dionysus, and the setup to get him in did not even dawn on him. "Leo!" He beamed, completely butchering the name. He never had been any good at names. "Fancy meeting you here!"
Pan strode right over and dropped his narrow ass in the seat beside Dionysus, snuggling comfortably up. He had no shame and what was the problem with a little closeness between old buddies. He also failed to detangle himself from the girl who had brought him in, pulling her onto his lap along with him. "Have you met my friend? Her name is Susan. No--Betty. ... Sally?" He asked, looking to the girl in his lap, ready to apologize for not remembering her name, completely forgetting that she had never given it to him.
Without even waiting for an answer from Dion or the girl, he tossed one very long arm into the air and attempted to shout over the pounding music in the room. "I need a drink! Or ten of them! Your cheapest shot and some lager to wash it down!" Pan had never lacked personality. He was perfectly comfortable there, snuggled up beside the other god, arms wrapped around a girl who clearly wanted to get away as everyone who could hear him sneered at his poor taste in drinks. And there sat Pan, or Aaron, grinning as content as anything.