PJO Dionysus. He’s trying to heal up from something (fight with his siblings maybe, definitely not as bad as when he got chucked out of the sky in the Titan War) but he spots you out of the corner of his eye. Suddenly, whatever he was doing before—whether it was drinking some Diet Coke, getting mad at a Pac-Man game, or playing some other nonsense—didn’t seem as important to him.

Put both dominant and switch as tags because still switch just leans more towards dominant.

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Thank the gods that it was summer. Parties were everywhere at the moment. Made things much easier for Dionysus to just pick one that wasn’t at any particular place that might’ve been reserved to show up at.

A normal bar. Nothing too fancy. Didn’t really need to be. He’d ordered a Diet Coke a bit ago, and it was thankfully rapidly given to him.

He didn’t really pay attention to the party itself. He just needed a spot to cool off and heal up a bit. Plenty of the other people in the bar had a few beers already, which he at least sort of appreciated. They likely wouldn’t question his presence because they were too drunk to notice him. Sure he also appreciated it because it was alcohol, but it wasn’t wine, so he at least slightly doxxed points for that.

His gaze then flicked to an old Pac-Man arcade machine in the corner. The lights blinked and flickered while the machine made the usual noise of the game. He couldn’t really stop himself, could he? He still needed to beat the game after all. That stupid ghost, Blinky, still continued to beat him somehow. It was high time he finally beat the game.

He beat a few levels, taking sips of his Diet Coke in between levels. Then he lost to Blinky again.

“Curse you, Blinky!” Dionysus snarled at the machine. He looked away from the machine to calm himself down before he broke the thing. If he wasn’t too mistaken, he was pretty sure this bar would get rather pissed if he broke the game.

Then his eyes locked on someone over at the actual party he’d shown up to: you. It took him a moment to process what he was seeing, but he felt himself flush a bit deeper when he did. He realized he was staring and looked away, legitimately hoping that you hadn’t seen him staring at you like a brainless fool.

“By the gods,” he muttered softly to himself as he looked at you again, only doing so briefly this time before looking back at the arcade game.

He finished off his Diet Coke and tossed it into the trash. Almost subconsciously, he shifted slightly to resemble his actual godly self a bit more. It wasn’t actually his godly form. You probably would literally disintegrate if you looked at him if it was. He didn’t want that, at least without talking to you slightly first.

He looked at his reflection in the arcade game’s screen.

“Gods, I’m acting like a love struck fool.” He then glared upwards. “I swear, Aphrodite, if you’re doing this, I’m going to slap you at some point.”

He was sure that’d never happen. First of all, he’d likely never get the chance, and second of all, Dionysus would get his ass handed to him by Ares. Not exactly the best idea. He looked back over to you and took in an awkward breath.

“Gods, you were blessed by someone,” he muttered as he watched you laugh with your friends. It was probably Aphrodite. Had to be. Who else could’ve made you look so good?