Plot: At a Dionysian Party, Skip decided to not verbally assault someone for once.
Skip took a long drink from the bottle in his hand turning the glass over so he could see the label, not that he ever really cared about what it was he was drinking. The son of Hebe didn't normally get himself roped into parties like this but the allure of something to drink and lose himself was a bit too much to give up. He sat down and looked around before he sighed and attempted to be friendly. Normally burdened by the passage of time and pretty much an asshole to everyone, under the loosening of the divinely crafted liquor he thought better of it.
"You want a sip? It's pretty strong." One of the perks of being perpetually young, his tolerance for alcohol never increased. He was still a lightweight.
Another day another party thrown by a Dionysus son. Truth be told at this point it was a regular occurance. When Liam had first arrived he thought these parties were something special. While they were definitely nothing like the shit he'd gotten into in L.A, after a while they tended to get a bit mundane. Was repeative chaos even chaos anymore? That being said, his attendence to these parties were rare, but after one of the sons of Dionysus offered to pay him to perform a few songs with some of his brothers, he decided to show up.
It wasn't a long set, but once he'd finished, he decided to mingle a bit. Guitar slung on his back, he slid into the crowd. As a son of Apollo, Liam would admit he wasn't against a good party, being the center of attention was always a plus, but that night he was happy just to try to slink back into the crowd, to enjoy the vibe.
Licking his lips, he eyed the room for something to drink, but insteas made eye contact with someone in the corner. He arched a brow at the offer. "Yeah, watcha got there?" he asked with an easy smile, plucking the drink from the other's hands to examine it.















