There was an unfamiliar presence on teyvat, powerful, but perhaps not menacing since it seemed in no hurry to create chaos anywhere. Unless you counted drinking a tavern of all its alcohol and still remaining utterly sober a threat. Dionysus knew he couldn't really get drunk anymore but a little delusion never hurt anybody. Okay, perhaps it did but he could cope with the consequences.
— @loki-ft-other-ocs-too
A shadow seemed to enter the tavern, a shade, the remnants of a foreign time. The shadow sat next to Dionysus, calling over the bartender between bouts of refilling Dionysus, and placing an order.
"...one bourbon, one scotch, one beer."
The shadow then went quiet, turning to look at Dionysus. It paused, giving him a few more drinks before speaking as he sipped his beer.
"...good with your liquor, pal? You've been knocking it back since I walked in. Could be a real Bacchus with that level of alcoholism... sure your liver's still functioning?"
