poor unfortunate souls! || w/Eros
Cntd from here with @mperosx
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Eros regards the wild god of drunkery with a deadpan look and tone as he retorts, “One man’s help is another man’s jail time DiDi. I’m not so young nor so foolish as I used to be and I will be tempted into one of your little drunken nakey nakey circles. Goodness knows the last time we go up and into that kind of conduct there was mass hysteria and some unsuspecting people’s may have lost a leader.”
But the god is one of trickery in his own right and so while Eros speaks these convictions of having nothing whatsoever to do with Dionysus’s games for the upcoming Litha, he is intrigued. And easily swayed if the offering is right. His two colored eyes capture the smile of his lips over the rim of the wine glass before he drinks from it.
“Though if we had some sensible, more fortunate and perhaps modern souls to engage in a healthy dance spree, who knows? You may very well be a savior of sorts,”
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“Listen, Rosey, buddy, I can’t be held accountable for what people bring to my parties! You know well as I do that people gonna bring their coke and do it in the bathroom or whatever. And I’m not about to stop ‘em.”
Nowadays, Eros was proving to be a slightly harder target for Dionysus to entice, but the god was dead set on it and rarely gave up on a challenge. Besides, the mass hysteria and slight murder had only been a little bit his own fault. Surely Eros wouldn’t hold that against him!
Anyway, his Litha bacchanal wouldn’t be complete without the god of lust. A good friend in his own right. Well, if poor unfortunate souls wouldn’t fit the bill, Dio would just have to tighten up the guest list.
“Tell you what: I’ll grab some nymphs who wanna party down and we can get us a little VIP section where I’ll treat you to a bottle from my personal collection. Solid vintage, goes down like honey. How’s that sound?”