Locked to Dion

[poisonwine]

Belle wandered through her favorite watering hole, watching one of the house bands as they played. She wasn't quite sure what to make of the man she was meeting, but if he stood her up, then at least she was already in the bar

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[drunk_god]

Dionysus was amused by the new girl he had yet to meet but he was looking forward to it. Especially since it involved drinking and had promises of wild, monkey sex.

He hadn't been lying when he told her he would be in the thick of it which he was. There was a large group by the stage where he was standing at one side of the table and there was a larger guy on the other side. They seemed to be in a race, slamming back shot after shot. A whole litter of empty shot glasses covered the table.

The big man was teetering but the slimmer, dark haired man didn't show any sign of slowing down.

[poisonwine]

Belle watched with interest. Hmmmm.

That looked like fun.

Maybe he was her mark.

She thanked the bartender and wandered over, occasionally shoving people out of the way. Politely, most of the time.

[drunk_god]

Dion glanced over at the new girl and he winked at her before tossing back a couple more shots.

Till the large guy suddenly teetered and crashed to the ground.

The place erupted in cheers as Dion tossed back another shot and then smirked.

Then he moved towards her, "You my new favorite?" Arched a brow at her, a surprisingly charming smile on his mouth.

[poisonwine]

"Must be," She said with a grin. "Name's Belle."