Jeannette
Hidden away from human eye is enchanted wineries where gods gather to savor the finest wines crafted by the divine vintners. Each winery is a realm of hedonistic pleasure, with sun-dappled courtyards, flowing fountains of wine, and secret alcoves where gods can indulge in the euphoria of Dionysian delights.
Latoya
A week after his night with Pan, Alastor found himself once more at a place with drinks and too many people. Though, he'd been feeling the after effects of the "Last one night stand" For a few days. 
His brain had concocted a plan, even if his heart screamed and threw it's legs against the floor like a toddler.
It would be way worse to lose him another way in a useless sibling rivalry.
So the God had to find retribution for himself in something less personal.
Something that could distract him. 
Another partner. 
The only issue was, Alastor was incredibly choosey. He had types, and prefered to learn them before he took hold of them, like a falcon to a field mouse.

The God sat at a high table, alone, a drink already occupying his hand. His fingers lazily caressed the body of the glass, amber liquid halfway gone.

This hunt was boring. 
One by one, his attention moved over patron after patron, only to break away like an incompatible dance partner to try another angled jaw, or jeweled eye blonde. They were busy, and not intriqued by his mystique or coaxing allure of something darker beneath his pale façade. 
Normally his angled features and the shadows they drew made him stand out against the current of fresh baby jocks and their same chic outfit girlfriends.

He wasn't even wearing a full suit, rather just a deep green button up with the sleeves rolled with care up his forearms and enough buttons undo to show off his collar bone. 
His watch-
...
Maybe he was too formulated. Not unique, but rather just as plain as some of the other men who were in polos and cut off shorts with sandals. 

Alastor was nearly wearing a scowl, taking another swig of the liquor that did nothing other than remind him why he hated bars.
William
*"Sybil- spsss, Sybil!."*

An arm yanked the petite blonde into a dark corner of Dionysus wineries, a slight moment of panic as she brushed off the hand. Taking a breath of relief when she saw the bright eyed blonde it belonged to. *"We have a special guest tonight."* Sybil rolled her eyes at this, Jasmine always insisted on referring to God's as special guests. Treating them like they were celebrities when they were becoming more common lately, as Olympus and Olympian were torn apart in the wrath and separation of two brothers.
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Yet Sybil continued on, unable to ignore work when a living had to be had for a simple human. Waiting on them hand and foot, as if she didn't want to ask them why they stood by as mortals cried out for help amongst the rubble. "What are you on about, Jasmine? There are no Gods here." Jasmine shook her head and pointed to the alluring man in deep green enjoying watching the people as his fingers danced along his glass in boredom. Sybil's azure gaze studied him in curiosity, a mysterious trance to him that seemed to tease her. Her body wishing to be drawn in by a naturally magnetic presence, but nothing more. 

"Tsk. Stop with your nonsense, Jasmine. He's just a man... And a seemingly lonely one at that." 

Sybil studied him further, her lips setting into a slight frown as she saw something in his eyes that seemed all too familiar. Heartbreak? Yearning? No matter, it left a quiet solace about him that almost seemed full of sorrow. Sybil's feet moving towards him in want to soothe a tempered soul. *"Sybil.. What are you doing?"* A hand reached out once more, but the redhead quickly shrugged it off and shook her head in stubborn response.
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"What does it look like? I'm going to go talk to him."

An illiterate sound of pure shock came from Jasmine, but she knew better than to stop her once more. Letting the wild curls of crimson fire approach the raven of shadows in quiet contemplation. 

"Penny for your thoughts?" 

Sybil set a glass of water before him in offering. Her fingers brushing in nervous energy against her waitress' apron. "I could not help but notice that your mind seemed heavy. A bit out of character for a place like this." Her fingertips moved around in show of the laughter and drunken activities of young mortals and demigods in a tryst of questionable affairs that promised to lead in many different places. It was the environment Dionysus tended to create. Madness in many forms, and the swirling nectar of wine to only enhance. Never something Sybil wished to partake in, an avoidant little thing that tended to go home alone at night more often than not. 
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Latoya
He'd tilted the glass to his lips, giving himself the time limit of the remaining liquid until his leave. 
Until he saw a figure approaching him - no, it was a halo of flame. Orange hues were light up by the dim lights, and his gaze moved to her before she reached the table. Her determined aura that coated every step she took was enough to have Alastor consider her. 

She did not come empty handed, and the offering of something other than Dionysus' piss was welcome. As much as it left a ruined taste on his tongue from his own thoughts, he paid for it. 

**"I presume you're the penny?"** He asked, taking up the glass of water and abandoning the short glass. 
She'd caught him just in time, as there was only one swig left. 

Alastor's gaze looked her over. If he was looking for a distraction... Than this was it. He didn't so much as look at anyone else as the young woman motion around, he'd been staring at bad choices and low quality soft core porn for the last hour. He knew what was happening. 

**"Have a seat,"** He gestured to the empty chair of the table he sat at. 

**"I've nothing but time to think, judge, watch.."** 
This was true even in the middle of a war. It hadn't come to the point of where their were elements clashing non stop... Yet. Soon the sea would typhoon, and the heavens would thrust lighting, among a scary amount of other disasterous phenomenon as the Gods went at it. 
That wasn't something he wanted to think about either. 

**"Though, I wouldn't mind an adorable little copper piece like yourself to ease the strain of such burdens. My name is Alastor. What is your's?"**
William
A soft smile spread further across the freckled face as her emerald gaze fell upon the chair before him. "If you need me to be, I can be a penny, darling." The southern drawl of her past pulled on her last word in soft flirtations. Pulling the strings of her apron she placed it in her lap as she gracefully took the offered seat. "Is it judging and watching you're doing?" 

Leaning forward, resting her chin in delicate fingertips, her gaze finally rested upon him. "Though it seems you're doing plenty of thinking. You seem... Lost in thought." She was careful with her words, cautious to ease into the sadness that seemed to glint in the corner of his eyes. Something she could not quite pin down, but she had seen it enough here. An attempt to try and drink the sorrows away, find a pretty little thing to throw all thought away with into the late hours of the night. An attempt she always dutifully ignored, so what was it about his magnetism that drew her in towards him. Practically asking for trouble as she placed gentle words, and tender focus on this complete stranger.

*"Though I wouldn't mind an adorable little copper piece like yourself to ease the strain of such burdens."* 

A blush crept up her neck and painted her cheeks a soft rose like the first of spring's blossom. "Sybil, my name is Sybil. It's a pleasure to meet you, Alastor." She sat up straight to offer a hand in camaraderie. An attempt to hide the obvious blush, and the way his words had affected her so easily. Like a silver tongued snake, she could tell he was trouble, but she did not yet know if she cared or if she would throw caution to the wind for once. Indulge in the environment she had worked for years now, when she should stand and simply walk away. 

"So, Alastor, what can I do to help you ease your burdens? Polite conversation? Perhaps a drinking game or two?" 
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Latoya
Alastor considered the girl for a moment as she leaned forwards, gazing at him, like she was trying to get him to open up to her - a sort of reverse psychology. It was true that when one stared long enough that a few things would happen in the eyes, but the longer she stared the more his eyes shifted into curiosity. About her. 
That irritation that she had taken note of before was no longer present, and had transformed entirely, like when a wolf could see a pasture of sheep unattended.
Ofcourse he would hide it. And he would be further inclined to lie as she poked at him verbally. Humans were always insistent to find the sensitivities of Gods' - it made them relatable and not so out of reach of their own egos. 
Her accent wasn't irritating, but perhaps a little put on. A waitress trick, the pinnacle of hospitality. He didn't know her well enough to say that she was faking it. Either way it was cute.

The tips of his fingers grazed the lip of the whiskey glass, a small smirk tilting up the side of his mouth as her cheeks gained a hue in his compliment. 
With his free hand, he reached out, taking her's - but perhaps not in the way she'd expected. Her hand was taken in a steady and warm grasp, guiding it to his lips where they brushed along her knuckles. She was soft, and it only continued to serve as a more pleasant distraction for him. 
He'd been right. 

**"I'm honored to make your acquaintance, Sybil.~"** His voice was clear, lust sitting underneath her name like lacy lingerie under a business suit. Tantalizing. 

**"Which is your favorite drinking game? If you would mind being considered my company for the remainder of my stay, I'd be glad to play with you."**
William
Sybil could not help but feel a flutter within her chest, a telling tale of amusement as the God before her kept his mysterious allure. His transformation of mood, and shift into curiosity did not escape her attention. He was playing a game, a web weaving around Sybil that she seemingly wanted to be caught within. The darkness in his gaze a temptation all its own. She was not naive enough to ignore the dance she was within, but instead she embraced it. Leaned into it like a woman searching for the right kind of trouble within this night. 

Her lips curved into a flirtatious smile all her own, as he uttered her name with the sweetest hint of desire woven into each syllable. "The pleasure is mine, Alastor." Sybil's reply a velvet whisper that matched his in kind. Freckled skin flushed with thoughts that could not be spoken aloud. So easily did he lure her into his spell. Yet so easily did she further embrace it.
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"My favorite drinking game?" Sybil's mind was flustered in his presence, an attempt to think was met with distractions as she felt his gaze upon her. "I'm admittedly more interested in the company than the game." Her eyes sparked with mischief as she leaned in closer, a subconscious need, as the air between them grew thick with anticipation.

Sybil's gaze flashed with her own magnetic allure, a hint of what lay beneath the sweet southern belle's mask she wore so often on this job. "I do have a fondness for a game of truth or dare. It tends to reveal... Interesting fact's of one's character easy enough. A chance to get to know one another... Far better." A sly smile at her implication slipped past soft lips, her words laced with a hint of a challenge. 

Withdrawing slightly from the haze that was his presence her own fingers danced along the edge of the table. "As for keeping you company, Alastor, consider it my pleasure." The kindness in her words genuine. "After all, what are gods and mortals for- entangled in history with one another's presence, if not to entertain each other?" Her voice carrying a hint of tantalizing promise within at the history that was shown far more often than not. 
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Latoya
Alastor did not miss how Sybil danced and plucked at the strings of the silken words he spun around her. She leaned in at just the correct moments; a young woman who knew her way around the desires of people.
Being a waitress taught one more skill of tongue than most were too quick to take for granted. 
There were a lot of tactless, arrogant fools in the world. The clever ones could talk their way out of anything. 
Or...*Into* Anything.

It made him wonder if he was the first God she'd approached this way? Then again, being in Dionysus' area, it was far easier to be open than prudish. Hedonism was enjoyed in bounds here. It was why Alastor chose this bar, after all. 
Skulking the pickings however, might have been done better in darker, seedier area - however Dionysus was as "Medival tavern" As it got.

Sybil's mention of entertainment made it abundantly clear of her intentions and that she knew what Alastor was looking for.

**"You are a daring little mortal...~"** 
There was a gleam in his eyes that said he approved of her prowess, as he looked over the rim of the glass he brought back up his lips.

**"I propose we find this game of Truth or Dare somewhere less... Crowded."** 
The placement of the glass was significant enough to state his boundary. 
It wasn't quite up for discussion, though he'd be further intrigued if she attempted to convince him otherwise. 

**"Does your manager have a policy on being whisked away by a God?"** 
Not that he cared, but it gave her a fair chance to set things in order - or throw all caution to the wind.