“The One and Only” Ch. 7

The room was lit with torchlight, bodies strewn throughout as the sound of giggling and laughter emanated around the room. Pillows and linens of various sorts were strewn around, drunken persons either sleeping or fucking or something in between, their state remaining in flux. The relationships before that night didn't matter. They would likely not matter once day broke. But for now everyone was for everyone. And the drink never stopped flowing.

Off to the side, apart from the other revelers, the young god looked upon his work and smiled. It had taken some doing to bring the community of boring farmers and laborers to this state, but now as he watched them twist and shift together like snakes, he could find joy in it and smile. Tomorrow they would remember little, and the preceding months would yield interesting birth patterns. But that was later. This was tonight. That was what mattered.

An overweight, balding satyr stumbled over, his hoofs clumsily moving about the throngs of flesh. Finally he reached Dionysus and slumped down next to him, passing him a bottle.

“I had my doubts. I truly did. Didn't think you could get these prudes into such a frenzy. But you pulled it off."

Dionysus lazily extended an open palm, into which the satyr deposited a bag of coin. They both looked at each other and began to laugh, as the people around them continued to shift and moan. Then as quickly as he started laughing the satyr stopped, even as Dionysus continued. Dionysus soon noticed, concern crossing his face.

”What is wrong Silenus.?”

The old satyr worked on fighting back sadness as he addressed the young god.

“It's nothing lad. Nothing at all. Just a vision of tomorrow. But tonight...tonight that doesn't matter."

Dionysus looked at him with confusion, then nodded his head as he took another draw from the bottle, his mood soured greatly. For he never saw his friend in such a state. He had never seen his friend cry.

The satyr looked upon Dionysus as he stood and wandered to a waiting pile of bodies. And inside he felt grief. Not for himself. He new it wouldn't hurt him nearly as much. When it all fell apart. But the young god. The one he saw as a son. He wouldn't handle it well.

He wouldn't handle it well at all.

Sighing heavily, Silenus knocked over a bottle he was trying to grab. He corrected himself quickly and drank deeply. Tomorrow would take care of itself. Tonight only one thing mattered.

Tonight the drink wasn't going to run out.