A/N: Dionysus's thoughts on Percy. Thanks to rebelwilla for the suggestion! Next up: the conclusion. (My apologies to those who suggested ideas that I didn't use. They either didn't quite fit with the rest of the drabbles, or I didn't feel like I could do them justice with a limited amount of words.) Enjoy, and don't forget to review!
Confessions of a Slightly Inebriated Wine God
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"Um… a god?" Percy asks, his face pricelessly disbelieving.
It's probably the way Dionysus looked when Zeus told him he was going to be a god.
Now that he thinks about it, he and Percy aren't that different. Of course, Dionysus is a god, and Percy's a demigod, but they started out the same. Rejects of mortal society. Favorites of their fathers. Great heroes. So great, in fact, that they were both offered immortality.
One said yes. He became a miserable drunkard. Powerful, yes, but did that really matter?
The other can still refuse.
And Dionysus hopes that he does.