Bad Decisions (For nerdal)

With Ananke's death, Persephone said they should do whatever they want.

It's liberating in a way, Dionysus supposes, and he's trying to take those words to heart. It's just what he wants to do usually involves making other people happy... honestly, he's good at it too. It's been something important to him even before he was Dionysus, and sometimes? Sometimes, it feels like it gives his life more meaning than godhood even.

So, with whatever time he has left? He's intent on putting on some of the best performances he can.

Whether or not his body always agrees.

But it's after New Years, and the latest party has finally died down and ended for a little bit. For now, Dionysus doesn't feel entirely wiped out yet. He doesn't feel like he needs to make a dash for sugar or caffeine just to keep himself upright. He doesn't feel like he could drop where he stands.

He just feels good.

Especially when he sees Baphomet loitering up ahead on the street. He offers up a genuine grin as he quickens his steps to catch him. "Baph!"

He reaches out to put a hand on his shoulder when he's finally made it close enough, giving it a friendly squeeze. "Hey... I wasn't expecting to see you tonight. What are you up to?"