Dionysus

*Dionysus’ drunken laughter sounded through the banquet hall. It was a friendly reminder that, despite the unnerving presence of the Olympians, this was still meant to be a fun time. His countenance developed into a smirk that grew larger and larger as the night went on, and eventually he turned straight to a Jace as his next form of entertainment.* “Jace, c’mere~” *He muttered as he leaned over the table, one of his hands sticking out to him. The God’s hair was messy.*