"That's why I like you, Deon." Okay, he was getting closer. What? They couldn't all be brilliant. Pan was usually too focused on the prettiest girl in the room to remember names, anyway. "Dionysus it is, then!" He beamed, waving a hand. He remembered his name, it was a brilliant success story. Just don't ask him to spell it.
"Hey now," He said with a sad, defensive sound, one hand rushing to the side of his head. He did miss his horns, really. They were fun and how the hell was he supposed to make horny jokes now? "Don't shave your head," Pan said seriously, shaking his own head. "You'll look downright silly without your hair. And really, how will I pretend you've got lady bits when you look so undeniably masculine?" Really, sometimes Dionysus could be so downright unthoughtful.
He almost purred as the beer went down, it was going to be a good night. He perked up, a sly little smirk coming to his lips at the information. "Good to know. Thanks, man," Pan beamed, squeezing Dionysus lightly with the arm he had draped about the other god. "So what have you been up to? I mean, besides Stephanie?" He really, truly was shit with names.