▌friendly competition;— km&dy.
Dionysus was never one who enjoyed losing. Especially when he could help it.
Over the centuries his stubbornness had grown not only in rumours but in actuality as well. Whether his combatants were that of an immortal or otherwise nature-- he didn't let up. He never saw a reason to go easy on anyone as competitions in his mind asked for the best of their competitors and the best is certainly what he would give.
At this very moment, the wine god was prepared to give his best. He eyed the young man sat across from him with an intensity rarely seen. His irises flashed a deep purple reserved for passion. The chopsticks steadied in his grasp were taut and the grill set between them sizzled and popped under the meat.
"Let me remind you of what's at stake here." They had purposefully ordered a batch of bulgogi and vegetables meant for a party of four with the intent of competing. "The one to eat the last strip of meat wins-- loser pays for everything here."