[center][img]http://fontmeme.com/embed.php?text=Dionysus&name=DS_Mysticora.ttf&size=100&style_color=800040[/img] [img]http://data.whicdn.com/images/50836471/large.gif[/img] [b][u]Location: New York City -> Asgard[/u][/b] [b][u]Interaction: A couple "coworkers" and assorted divine dropouts[/u][/b][/center] [hr][hr] Truly, Alexei had to applaud himself this time. Rarely did he not appreciate his various exploits, but tonight's was just positively [I]splendid[/I]. Next to his already-shirtless form, on either side, sat the male and female leads to his new show, "Always Early, Never Late", a tale detailing a young couple's fight to circumvent death after both are terminally diagnosed. Their search led them down every conventional road until they took the unconventional, ultimately ending in their demise as the forces they employ turn them against each other. However, the forces being employed now were [I]far[/I] more intoxicating. His arms wrapped around both of them, themselves in various states of undress, his lips passed between one and the other. A bottle of wine, one of Alexei's finest, sat uncorked on the glass-topped, brushed aluminum coffee table, it's contents shared with three delicate glasses. All three participants tasted of the vine, succulent red staining lips ever-so-slightly. This was almost every night for him. New faces came to his New York loft, minimalist in it's design, and Alexei gave each one anything it desired, only for a night. Wine, body, soul, all were bared for those that stepped into his door. And when they left, he insured they craved more. That was his power over them. The last shred of his godhood. The black leather couch was beginning to get uncomfortable, skin sticking to material, and Alexei pulled back from his work. His cheeks were warm and rosy, underneath the black scruff that peppered his face, and his cerulean eyes were dilated. "Now, this is merely a suggestion, but I happen to have a positively [I]immaculate[/I] bed just down that hall that I would love to introduce you to." His head motioned to the short hall just to their left. The living room was fairly bare, save for the slender steel floor lamps that flanked the couch, a black, wooden dining table off to the right near the pristine kitchen, surrounded by six chairs, and the wall of windows that revealed the starry cityscape before them. [url=http://41.media.tumblr.com/19eba6b90f27ff6915d475195e2307b2/tumblr_nrocrsDMGs1swwx3co1_250.png]Marissa[/url], squinted her verdant eyes at her director. "Sounds like quite the entertaining meeting." A mischievous grin spread onto her face. Her adorable features did wonders to hide the wild animal locked within that tiny body, and that's why Alex had given her the role. Her looks were so deceiving, and her emotion so raw, that it led to a wonderful twist at the end. [url=http://56.media.tumblr.com/08ed33fd825983189865387da1b2b564/tumblr_mrsfidnuvA1swwx3co7_250.png]Lucas[/url], on his right, ran his free hand through his once-neat mess of brown hair. "I'd have to agree. Wouldn't want the show to stop here, would we?" His eyes locked onto Alexei's, and a playful glee fluttered in his chest. All of life's carnal pleasures, here in his humble home. Could he ask for a more perfect night? He stood to lead the two to his chamber when it hit him. Ice slid down his spine, muscles rippling and feeling as though they were snakes crushing his body. In the back of his mind, the Dionysus part, a little hole had opened. A void. Out of that void came a feeling of undeniable dread. Once his muscles loosened, Alexei swayed, almost falling and hitting his head on the coffee table had his current lovers not caught him. He heard them, but he didn't [I]hear[/I] them. It was just noise now, as his brain rushed to process this millennia-old information. Well, what the bloody fuck was that? A rot had somehow clung to his nostrils. Death. Yes, this was death, on an unprecedented scale. A big name had been wiped from existence. Could such a thing happen? Was it...? "I'm fine loves, I'm fine..." He paused, actually feeling disappointment in such an intrusion. "Sorry to cut things short, but I do believe...[I]something's[/I] not settling right." Alexei stumbled towards his bathroom, first door on the left down the hall, and opened it, amber light pouring out. "I'll make it up to you after the premier." A charming, irresistibly teasing smile revealed perfect teeth, slightly stained. "Think of this", he motioned to his half-naked form, "as incentive to knock it out of the park tomorrow. Door's over there, bottle's yours, have a nice night." He stepped inside, closed the door, and slid against it to the floor, waiting a few minutes to hear the awkward shuffling stop and hear his front door close. Dionysus closed his eyes, searching for his father, Zeus. They were close enough, and of the same pantheon, that he could pick up his presence even now. It was most definitely still there, but...ah. There it was. The Norse All-Father wasn't present, and such a large figurehead was awfully hard to miss. Alexei placed his hands on his temples. He was partially relieved, but seeing as Zeus was worse than he was, the playwright couldn't deny there wouldn't be much mourning. Now what [I]was[/I] interesting, were two things. 1. How did the leader of a still practically immortal pantheon kick the bucket? 2. Why was this room so fucking hot? His body had seemingly decided Alexei's mental command was inadequate and had taken to refusing to move. There was drunk, and then there was this...had he drank that much? No, only a couple glasses... As quickly as it had come, it was gone, replaced by complete clarity. This shift occurred three more times before finally Alexei scuffled to the toilet and retched, his body unable to handle the poisons. But after wiping the saliva from his chin, Dionysus actually smiled. A certain familiar strength ran through him, only by a thread. It seemed a very specific lid had been blown off, and his power over his own inebriation was returning. A party trick, really, but also a delicious omen. Suddenly, the bathroom door flung open, unnatural radiance and warmth washing over Alexei. He stood, stepping through into the gilded hall of Asgard with a confident stride. Yes, he was about to appear in front of dozens of gods shirtless, and he was going to enjoy every second of it. It felt good to be among peers, among the elect, once again. As he took his seat, mostly near fellow Greeks and Romans so he could tease them, Dionysus took note of the shrouded figure, Athena (gorgeously in charge, as ever), Janus (there were a couple thresholds he'd [I]love[/I] to cross), and Tyr (He'd had to have gotten good with that one hand). Hades, Nike, Hermes, all of them were there as well as the other pantheons. Everyone was getting their own winks and grins. The situation's gravity was...lost on him, to say the least. Too much of an ecstatic rush. As the news was delivered, the new art piece revealed, and the lockdown cast, Dionysus really sobred up. He crossed his hands on his stomach. "Athena, darling. As much as I adore your heavenly face, and really, it has been too long, is this truly necessary? Have you...maybe heard of texting? Calls? Hell, I would've accepted a carrier pigeon, if you're feeling nostalgic." He looked to Odin's dead, hollow eyes, and part of him shivered. "I do have a production to open in the morning. And, Nemesis, sweetheart," His gaze turned playful, almost menacingly so, "if anyone here has been foolish enough to involve themselves with mortals to such a degree, I do believe that's their own fault. We got far too comfortable with them, and now look what happened." The God of the Vine nodded toward Odin's ashen corpse. The Goddess of Justice had always gotten on his nerves, such a petty concept, and it truly hadn't taken much to pick her out after that outburst. He really didn't care who was responsible, nor did he care if the heat was shifted to humanity, he had a place to be and anything went to get him out of there.