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“Never,” she cooed, turning away from him for a moment to request whatever version of a tequila sunrise they were serving. She was pleasantly surprised when the zombiefied middle aged man behind the bar slid her a glass seemingly untouched by the Halloween spirit. She offered him a wink and a smile before turning her attention back to Tanner. “Mnm–Mother Nature.” She took a sip of her drink. “What the fuck are you, Phantom of the Opera?”
“Mother nature, Ah.” Tanner said with a nod of his head as he took a swig from the bottle of wine. It was probably classier to drink it out of an actual glass but this was Halloween and he was the god of wine after all tonight. This meant drinking out of the fucking bottle. “Dionysus, the Greek God of wine, fertility and theater.” There was a few times that Tanner could be a nerd and when it came to Greek Mythology he found a way to tie it into partying. “Basically an excuse to drink out of all the wine bottles I need and get laid.”












