A polite summons in a moment of need (Dionysus)

[icy_bitch]

Standing before the altar in her bedroom, Emma prepared the things she needed. For Hermes it would have been another vice-president, or perhaps Tessa as she'd been annoying as of late. For this guest, it was a wonderful vintage red that she had been saving for years in the wine cellar in Boston

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[godofthevine]

And so she shall see him!

Where Hermes would have likely walked out of the closet, tripped on something and grinned like a twit, Dionysus just walks out of the corner of the room. How did he get there? Why didn't you see him arrive? It's best not to ask.

"Hello Emma."

[icy_bitch]

Not many startled Emma. It would seem Dionysus was off to a good start. Spinning around, she faced him and was suddenly glad she was in a startling white business suit rather than her Hellfire attire.

"Evening. Thank you for coming to see me."

[godofthevine]

"Really, it's no trouble at all."

While Hermes usually reminds people of puppies, Dionysus tends to make people think of large cats -- it's the too sharp smile and the confident walk.

[icy_bitch]

She watches how he moved, realizing how very little she knew of him. Sightings at events they'd both attended, stories from friends. But this was her first up close and personal with a man that seemed to be loved, and yet infuriated at times, a dear friend.

"Can I get you anything? A drink, perhaps?" A silken robe and a sacrifice? Ritual nudity? Taking a deep breath, she worked to control her thoughts.