their steps were reckless as they walked on the edge of the building, the city scape behind them lighting up their figure from behind, making a sort of halo effect that was framing their body. their hands were in their pocket as they watched their steps, trying to hit each brick just right.

“i didn’t think anyone would come up here,” Chason looked up from their feet to the other, stopping for a moment. “it’s pretty late, can’t sleep?” they asked, moving slightly to the side so their body wasn’t in complete shadow from the lights behind them and their expression was as readable as it could be. 

      “Not this again,” she sighed as she stepped from one of the back rooms to the floor of the club. Dionysus was here again, and while he wasn’t exactly pushing over barstools or flirting with all the wrong people he was clearly quite drunk in one of the few soft lounges about the place. It was, exceptionally irritating to see, as hard as it had been to see Narcissus walk through the place unaware of who he was, but Cerberus had tried it the hard way with him and it hadn’t happened so...why even try with Dionysus?

        Not being willing to slap around the God of Wine didn’t mean she couldn’t try something a little tamer though. Besides, if anything got back to Hades about her behaviour she could simply say Dionysus was drunk...again. So the woman, as she was now, made her way over to him in his little corner of the club. “Back at it again,” she commented, leaning against one of the many supporting sections of the club. “Drinking like a mortal when you’re so much more.”