#*eiji

TW FOR DRUGS

“Oh? Has a devil caught your eye?”

It had been a hot minute since Dionysus had slipped the demigod a couple of Happy Pills. The other had been all too eager to take him up on the offer after a few rounds of drinks. And who was Dionysus to refuse a mortal a good time? Of course, Dio had always made it a policy to take whatever pills he handed out. Part of it was to prove that the drugs were safe. The other part was to make sure he was on the same level in case anything

happened.

He can’t control the effects of drugs on his system like he can with alcohol.

But just to be fair, he gets himself drunk anyway.

“Yo, take over, I’m outtie!” the god calls to one of his employees. With the sudden abundance of bartenders he has suddenly under his employ, there’s always someone to cover him if he wants to slip out mid-shift. Call it a perk of being a manager.

Dio then slides out from behind the bar and wanders hazily back around to the demigod and plops down in the bar seat beside him. Between the steady high of the drug and the sudden influx of alcohol, Eiji - as he said his name was - is looking like a pretty tasty treat.