#*marcie

“Marcie...” Dio started with his hand on his son’s shoulder.

It had taken several uncomfortable seconds for the god to decide whether to put his hands on Marcel’s shoulder. It seemed like a very fatherly thing to do, but Dionysus wasn’t exactly known for his fatherliness, and Marcel didn’t seem like he had wanted any contact - physical or otherwise - with his father since he had unceremoniously ejected Dionysus from his life. But it felt right and Dio thought it would look good from an outside perspective, so hand on shoulder it was.

“You are more than welcome in my bar. In fact, I would love to see more of you in general. I know you don’t feel the same way but... well, anyway, I know you hate me, but you shouldn’t take that hatred out on innocent- well, non-involved bar patrons, you feel me? If you’re mad at me, take it out on me, yeah? I can’t let you stay in the bar if you’re gonna harass customers.”

watch yourself, kiddo @mpxmarcel

The appearance of his son in his bar always gave Dionysus mixed emotions. On the one hand, it meant that Marcel didn’t hate him so much that he was avoiding his presence completely. If Dionysus didn’t know better, he might have though Marcel was coming to Feelgoods so that he could be closer to his father. But no. Marcel had made it abundantly clear all those years ago that he wanted nothing to do with his father. 

But that didn’t mean the father wanted nothing to do with his son. It was for this reason that Dionysus always kept at least one eye on Marcel while he was in the bar. For one thing,.Feelgoods was more of a frequent haunt for the less savory types on the island. It was an unusually night if there wasn’t at least a screaming match or some pre-fight macho posturing going on. It wasn’t the sort of place a father might want his son  to hang around, but Marcel was his father’s son after all. Looking for trouble ran in his blood.

That did not mean, however, that Dio wouldn’t step in if something potentially dangerous involving Marcel was starting to go down. It was just this sort of thing that caught Dio’s attention from across the room. From what the god could pick out over the music, it seemed that Marcel had been the one to invade the space of a small group of rather rowdy regulars. Some insults were exchanged. Dionysus heaved a deep sigh as he watched the group of men rise to get into Marcel’s face, leaving his station behind the bar to cross the room and try to deescalate the rapidly escalating situation. He started by giving Marcel a side eyed glace before looking back and forth between the parties.