[Open Thread]

[flecheshazard]

Who: Eros, Dionysus, and anyone who wants to dance!
What: A night of dancing & drinking.
Where: Folie Night Club
When: Midnight
Warnings: Who knows?

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[flecheshazard]

"You got it," he returned the grin, running a hand through his hair-- not in a self-conscious way, he was just a little shy. His heart had quickened its pace at the display of charismatic confidence, always a sucker for an oddball.

He sipped at his own drink (a diet coke, had to watch that figure) and eyed Dionysus' choice beverage, not too worried about the price. He was pretty sure if he flirted with the bartender enough, and dropped enough innuendos, he'd be able to have the drinks pretty cheap. Even if that didn't work, his tip money could cover it easily. "That looks interesting. Does it taste good?"

[dipsomaniac1]

"Well you little fella are definatly worth noting. Anyone that can throw Apollo on his ass is fascinating," he said with another good downing of the liquid. Smile, his bright eyes gleaming under the black eyeshadow he wore, a small trace of glitter glistening off those lids. He was amazingly confident in his appearence, dispite the pick-ups, petty come-on lines and degrading remarks he'd recieved over his life. More people should be confident in who they were. Too many walked around aimlessly always at opposing ends to understanding themselves. No one was normal and Dionysus was never just the boy to wear a simple tie and slacks. There had to be that staged up presence. He was all about flash, show and grabbing attention the moment he stepped into a room

[flecheshazard]

Eros grinned, the corners of his eyes crinkling in embarrassed delight. Apollo. "I forgot you two were close," he laughed. No, he hadn't. Actually, half the reason he wanted to meet Dionysus was to either piss Apollo off, or get some dirt on the older man. "Wasn't hard, anyways. It just seems like he can't handle impulsive action." And really, Eros was 90% impulse.

He blinked suspiciously at the offered drink for a moment, then picked it up and gingerly sipped at it. His nose wrinkled, and he gave it back to Dionysus right away. "That's quite...strong." He picked up his pop and attempted to get the taste out of his mouth. He wasn't much for the taste of alcohol.

[dipsomaniac1]

"Easy mistake I think we argue more than get along most times," he said laughing himself. Oh the joys of tormenting Apollo and keeping him on edge. That smile and twinkle in his eyes shifted slightly, and only slighty at the thought of his friend. He hadn't seen him much in the last few weeks. In fact he hadn't seen him at all, and bombarding him at work wasn't exactly practical. But then again, when did Dionysus do anything practical? He'd stopped by on a few occasions but always found himself fronted with a he's at lunch, or too busy for company. Could be true, but it was almost as if Apollo had fed them that line in order to keep him out of sight. He'd missed the days when he used to stop by and get a good laugh out of the blonde. The days they used to hang out watching bad late night t.v. with a few breezers or wine coolers. His bottom lip poked out, that already slightly pouty mouth that much more relevant

[flecheshazard]

He noted the pronounced pout at the comment with some interest. He'd watched them duke it out on their respective journals with a sick curiousity, but seeing the direct effects of the disagreement was sort of...depressing.

But as quickly as it was there, it wasn't. Dionysus was all smiles and grins, and amazing Eros with his insight. Most people thought him much too young and "innocent" to understand manipulation, but he was perhaps the most manipulative person in Greece, and was very proud of it. It truly surprised him when Dionysus was able to peg him that quickly. He grinned, eyes shining with absolute delight and newfound respect. "What do you want to tell?"