A sublime, andante imbibe of the sweet siren-blood colored spells of Dionysus, sent his godly heartlocket of bone a'quiver. There was nothing quite like a good glass of wine, and in the duo company of close associates, the pleased reaction was hardly one inhibited. The long cloudy tuft of his mighty beard he had just noted (Vince was like, wtf?) boasted a few dribbled driven droplets, but, like rain pelting gently onto the waterproof back of a duck, all potential stains rolled off of Heaven and were vanished.
"Demeter?" said he, of course in response to the Queen's mother being mentioned. The mother of his child. One of the many. Zeus couldn't quite recall the last time he'd spoken with her. She was pretty bitter about the whole Hades thing, wasn't she? Why is Paul Poseidon? He wondered, looking over to the hot chick on his left, and hellllooo nurse.
Zeus shoved those thoughts away -- why of all people did he have to be incarnate in such a twit?
"I have not. It seems perhaps she has not fully forgiven me. I do not blame her, however, I also believe it is fair that Hades has a bride worthy of his domain. Not only this, he is a very lonely man and for what seemed ages, I could not abide a conversation with him, without feeling terribly despondent afterward." Talk about a Professor Buzz Killington, Vince noted.