A dark and stormy night... no wait. That wasn't right. He needed to stop thinking so melodramatically. It wasn't healthy. Then again, he was starting to believe all this crazy 'being a god' stuff, and that couldn't be healthy either.
Dionysus sighed, and stared at his reflection in his dresser mirror. He could hear the sounds of the evening starting to come up through the floorboards, as the club downstairs opened. He should probably go down, and enjoy himself - try to forget all the crazyness for one night. He was already dressed - tight black jeans, plum coloured, nicely fitted shirt, with half the buttons left undone, showing off his smooth chest. He might as well make the most of it.

He stood, glancing one last time in the mirror, before heading down the stairs and out through the door marked PRIVATE, locking it behind him.  He did a quick once over of the room - bar stretching across one wall, a tables scattered round the edges of the room, comfortable leather seats surrounding the tables. dj booth and dancefloor nicely situated in the middle.. It was looking good. And there were already a few people at the tables, even a couple of girls dancing, the disco lights swirling round them.
Heading to the bar, he ducked behind it, nodding to the two girls working there, and grabbed himself a bottle of wine, and a glass. He used to drink cocktails more - but recently it had been red wine, all the time. Maybe his tastes were changing.
Bottle in hand, he headed to one of the empty tables, setting himself down in one of the low seats, in just the right position to watch who was coming in and out. The low red lighting around the edges of the room gave an air of intimacy to the place, which was just how he liked it. Bubbling cauldrain of fun in the middle, intimate closeness round the edges. Perfect.