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Characters: Dionysus and Corruption
Date/Time: Morning of Wednesday, June 13th
Location: A Midwestern breakfast joint
Rating: Depends on how it goes--probably no worse than PG-13, though.
Warnings: Dionysus. And Corruption. You do the math.
Summary: Dio gets a visit from an old "friend."

Ah, it was a beautiful summer day in the midwest. Bound to be another scorcher. The diner was bustling cheerfully with people up to enjoy the day.

As Dionysus sat, waiting for his meal, a certain man took a seat right by him.
"Well, howdy! Been too damn long, friend, too damn long! You remember your old buddy Bob, right?" he said boisterously.

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"Oh, you know. This, that and the other thing," he said, shrugging. "Too damn bad you're not getting along with the others. Real damn shame. At least your little hot-to-trots are on your side, yeah?"

"The maenads? I'd agree with you, if I knew where they'd gone." Despite his distaste, he looked right into "Bob's" eyes. "And I don't think I'd want to be you if you called them that while they were in earshot."

"Oh, not just them. Don't you have a Muse? And a certain designer?" 'Bob' asked casually.

"They aren't mine," Dionysus replied. "I got a brother that's making damn sure of that. But, family drama, what are you gonna do."
He took a sip of his fresh cup of coffee, and said "Anyway, how come you're so interested in my own social life? What ARE you doing here, really? And I don't suppose you've got anything to drink that's a little stronger than coffee..."

"Nope, sorry," came the cheerful reply, "And, hey, even if your big brother is telling you 'no,' I'm sure the your favorite blondes will still put in a decent word for you. And, of course, there's always your wife. Bet she's pretty lonely with her knight in shining armor gone."

"Bob" shrugged.
"Just checking up on you, like I said. A guy on his own can't be too careful. He needs people to fall back on, and to occasionally return the favor."

"And you, uh, got anyone particular in mind for that falling-back-on?" he asked blithely. "You think 'those blondes' are gonna be able to calm down some very pissed-off folks?"

"Isn't that what they do?" 'Bob' countered. "Get in good with the merboy, and the redhead won't be a problem. She does what he says, almost as eagerly as she follows your brother. Hell, right now he probably has more sway over her than Sunshine-Ass does. Or, y'know, try making new friends. Your group ain't the only one with a pretty blonde in it. The cat's single. So's the black chick."

Dionysus was silent for a few moments, pondering as he sipped his coffee. "Well, that's an interesting point," he said at last. "I'll think on what you said. But I do my thinking a lot better when I'm not so thirsty, and when I'm closer to someplace where all the action is going on. You feel me?"

"They got anyplace open this early?" 'Bob' wondered aloud.

Despite everything, Dionysus had to chuckle. "Remember who you're talking to-- no matter where you are, someone's always willing to give out some hooch any time of the day. The trick is to find 'em." He nodded once. "Come on-- we'll both get a drink, then I'll head back west, and you... you know, I don't think I really want to know where you're going," he said.

"You're the expert!" 'Bob' said cheerfully, "What's the first thing you'll do out west, you think?"

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