"A Little Touch of Karma in the Night"<br/><br/>Dion, the Greek God of Wine and Madness had been a bit prioccupied that evening, with the celebratory feast of Artemis' champion and then with the unexpected arrival of Hade's youngest daughter, that he hadn't personally been spending much time behind this evening.  He shuddered a bit when the elevator arrived from below with no apparent passenger, but decided not to interfere in that matter.  Then there was the matter of the goddess perched on the barstool.<br/><br/>Nemesis (<a class="username" data-user-id="6643" data-username="@A Knee" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6643/">@A Knee</a>) was always a bit alien to Dionysus.  Probably getting that from her mother, Nyx.  As for her father, it was uncertain.  Dion's father, Zeus, plus Oceanus and Erebus engaged in a drinking contest and wound up in a drunken four-way with Nyx when the three staggered back to her abode.  The trio of Gods hardly remembered a thing that night and Nyx told them she could not recall which of them had fucked her first, but that all of her orifices had been filled at one time or another.  Whether this was true or not, it was the answer that served her purposes best.<br/><br/>Now the Goddess of Divine Retribution sat at Dion's bar sucking down shots of Tsipouro.  The God of Wine and Madness shook his head.  Not that he didn't serve the best Tsipouro that could be had, because he did.  However, when he did drink the harder liquor, he preferred the next step up, which was Apostagma.  He got out a bottle of Apostagma and walked over to where she sat.  He poured the shot glass and set it down in front of her, saying, "Hey, Sis, I like what you've done with your hair.  do you want to talk about it?"  Whether or not she really was his sister, he didn't care.  They were all gods together and they hadn't tried to kill each other.<br/><br/>(To Be Continued)