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Who: Dionysus, Eros, Ariadne
What: Dionysus' first night of work at Synesthesia
When: Friday night shift
Where: Synesthesia
Warnings: Dion trying to work? I'm so being the thread whore here :P
It was his first night, and Dionysus had every intention on making a grand entrance. Despite the lack of decent clothes he'd still managed to spruce up the black slacks and white shirt with his own persona and smashing tie. He'd spent more time in the bathroom primping his hair and adding that delicate touch of eyeshadow before rushing out the door, much to Eros' dismay. He'd managed to be five minutes and three seconds late.
With that ever present grin on his face, Dionysus was ready to make a little cash, some new friends and possibly win a few hearts if the waitresses were as beautiful as Eros described. It was a gorgeous night and maybe he could score a few glasses of wine in between breaks.
After charming the manager with that smile and apology for his late entrance he made his way to the back of the kitchen before an apron was thrown his way and he was shoved elbow deep in dishes. He pouted. Now what was he supposed to do?
What: Dionysus' first night of work at Synesthesia
When: Friday night shift
Where: Synesthesia
Warnings: Dion trying to work? I'm so being the thread whore here :P
It was his first night, and Dionysus had every intention on making a grand entrance. Despite the lack of decent clothes he'd still managed to spruce up the black slacks and white shirt with his own persona and smashing tie. He'd spent more time in the bathroom primping his hair and adding that delicate touch of eyeshadow before rushing out the door, much to Eros' dismay. He'd managed to be five minutes and three seconds late.
With that ever present grin on his face, Dionysus was ready to make a little cash, some new friends and possibly win a few hearts if the waitresses were as beautiful as Eros described. It was a gorgeous night and maybe he could score a few glasses of wine in between breaks.
After charming the manager with that smile and apology for his late entrance he made his way to the back of the kitchen before an apron was thrown his way and he was shoved elbow deep in dishes. He pouted. Now what was he supposed to do?