Novel & Cerita Dionysus Parties

“So I own a bunch of clubs. We have a lot of non-human clientele. L.A. and Miami are my biggest money makers. Now Tyree’s mate is helping me with the financials, so it’s even better. I used to have a club in Las Vegas too, but Granny Peithos and Narcissus have that place on lock, man. It wasn’t worth the hassle. Oh, do you know Dionysus? He hangs out there a ton. He’s nothing but trouble. Less than one star. Totally do not recommend.” “Oh, yes, Darling. If I never see him again, it will be too soon.” I roll my eyes at the thought of the God of Wine. He tried to poison me under Katherine’s order. “So it’s settled. You’ll be there? I’ll have the manager clear the VIP area for us.” She claps he

Chapter — 0005 Damon POV The entire campus Greek Row plunged into darkness at 11:47 p.m. Cheers and screams erupted as the power outage hit during the biggest welcome-back party of the semester. Phones flashed on like stars. Music died, then generators kicked in somewhere, pumping bass through the massive basement of the Sigma house. Bodies pressed together in the dark, sweat, alcohol, and pure chaos. I hated these parties. But I came because I knew Lila would be here.

Proserpina wasn’t sure what it was and she thinks she didn’t really want to know. “Nothing really good happens these days, so the news about you, our sweet little poppy fucking someone is some good shit~” Dionysus slurs as he plopped down next to her, his legs kicking to and fro in the water like a toddler, splashing her thighs briefly as he let out a particularly loud belch, “so… did you have fun last night?” She glared at him, “Go away.” He took one, long look at her past red-rimmed eyes. “You don’t look like it,” he decides nonetheless, hiccupping, “Ariadne says hi, by the way.”

Dionysus had brought casks of wine from his sacred vineyards, sharing it generously with all who wished to partake, while Demeter’s followers passed around baskets of bread made from grain that had been blessed by both divine and mortal hands. Eventually, as the candles burned low and their flames guttered like tiny golden hearts struggling against the cool mountain air, the crowd began to thin. Older guests made their way to guest chambers or began the journey back to their homes in the city below. Younger revelers moved to smaller rooms where music continued into the early hours, while couples slipped away to find quiet corners where they could talk in whispers or dance to melodies only th