[[ RL with Dionysus; Just like old times~ ]]

[darkmirror_vr2]

Alright, so it had taken a great deal less than a few minutes for the nightmare to arrive on--what he hoped was--Dion's doorstep. Not a minute after his last reply had been sent he had ducked out of the Dreaming, much to the dismay of any who might try to look for him later, and knocked on the door with something akin to relief. It would be nice,

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[amerimnos]

It didn't take long for the knock to be answered, and Dion peered out the half-opened door with something akin to curiosity. Both eyebrows rose when he caught sight of his favourite nightmare, as he hadn't expected the visit to begin so soon. Ah well, it hardly dampened his afternoon.

The god opened the door all the way with a casual grin. He reached up and brushed wild curls out of his face before gesturing for Cori to move inside.

"It's good to see you again," he said after a moment. "It's been a while, hasn't it?"

[darkmirror_vr2]

"Just a little, I suppose," Cori agreed, returning the god's grin with a small one of his own as he stepped inside. It was a really nice apartment Dion had found, and after a few moments of absently admiring the place he turned back to the other man.

"Sorry for dropping by so early. Three days locked up at home, I just....wanted out."

[amerimnos]

Dion shut the door and turned to watch Cori inspect his new abode; his eyes swept over the nightmare, picking out familiar details that he hadn't seen in far too long.

With quiet laughter, he pushed the other man gently towards the doorway that lead into the kitchen. It was, of course, where he kept most of his alcohol, and it had the double doors that lead out to the terrace.

"I'll give you the grand tour later," he added.

[darkmirror_vr2]

The action was first met with reflexive resistance, but the nightmare quickly and easily allowed himself to be lead into the next room with little more than a half-hearted glare over his shoulder.

"A living room, a kitchen. Can't see much else worth touring," he said idly, pausing to look out the double doors as he walked by. "....nice view, though."

[amerimnos]

Dion bit his lip hard to keep his first thought from being vocalized. Mentioning a tour of his bedroom probably wouldn't be kosher, even if he did think it was nice enough to show off without ill intentions. Ah well.

"I suppose you're right," he muttered, only to perk up and lose the sheepish expression. "I thought so, too. The Italian countryside really isn't so bad from this perspective..."

The god trailed off, then shook his head. "Not that I'll admit to getting over that particular grudge."

He pulled a pair of wide-mouthed wine glasses out of a cupboard and handed one to Cori. Then, he waved towards the wine rack on the table. "Your choice, love."

[darkmirror_vr2]

"'That particular grudge'?" He tore his gaze away from the countryside to face the god, only to be distracted by the glass he suddenly found himself holding. And the wine rack. He arched a brow.

"A little fancy for casual drinking, isn't it?" he mused, walking over to the table. The nightmare didn't know the first thing about wine, and after a few moments of looking over the various bottles he just picked one at random from the top of the rack.

"Probably not the best decision to leave to me," he replied as he handed the bottle over.

[amerimnos]

"I'll break the fun stuff out in a minute," Dion responded cheerfully, though he paused very shortly aftewards.

"Unless you want to get as drunk as possible in the shortest amount of time,"he contemplated aloud. Considering what the nightmare had gone through with that virus, it only seemed fair to ignore one of the god's guilty pleasures for a little while longer. He took the wine glass back, and set the bottle back down in its rack.

"Name your poison."

[darkmirror_vr2]

And having the glass just as quickly taken away earned a tiny frown. He probably would have been content enough with wine. But on second thought....

"Henessy? Red Stripe?" Cori looked thoughtfully back out at the countryside, and after a moment he merely shrugged and leaned against the table. "Depends on what you have. At this point, I'll take just about anything, so long as it works fast."