I came with the idea for this one shot because I was thinking about Dionysus' reaction to the prohibition. There will be some mentions of the other aspects of the roaring twenties, but it will begin with the alcohol ban, which is slightly more for teens than I usually write. Be careful!

1919, mount Olympus, winter solstice

Athena stretched while she was walking to the main dining hall. It was winter solstice, and her fellow Olympians had decided to throw a small party. Athena didn't complain; the war had been over for a few years and America became a rich country. The main square, which she had to cross over, was packed with gods, all in the new, wearable fashion of the age. Athena loved the shorter dresses - they made moving around way easier.

She looked around to see of she could get a small glass of wine somewhere. Yet, she did not see anything like that. Her expression soured. She tapped the person closest to her on the shoulder. 'Say, Aphrodite, why is there no wine?' Aphrodite shrugged. 'No idea, but I don't think I have seen Dionysus in a few days either.' Athena bit her lip. Alright, so something was definitely wrong.

She decided to go take a look at Dionysus' palace, which was quite close to the main square. She climbed up the high stairs to the palaces. Big lamps made the palaces bath in all the colours of the rainbow. Athena sighed. Even if something was wrong, the atmosphere was amazing.

She opened the gate to Dionysus' front garden, which mostly belonged to Ariadne. The roses spread a nice scent that perfectly fit the romantic and thriving atmosphere. What ruined the effect, however, was the fact that the palace looked abandoned. Athena knocked on the front door and immediately pushed it open without waiting for an answer. 'Dionysus?' No answer. 'Dionysus!?' She yelled, louder this time. She heard something from a room further down the hallway. Athena walked through the hallway and threw the door open.

'Athena?'

'Dionysus, why have been M.I.A. for the last few days?'

'I feel feverish.'

'You're a god.' Athena walked through the room and put her hand on his forehead. Dionysus was standing by the wall and he was shorter than she was, so it wasn't very difficult. 'Hm. You really have a fever. That isn't good. It's weird, most of all, the mortals are partying a lot after all.' Dionysus shook his head. He pointed at a newspaper that was laying on a coffee table. 'That is the reason, I believe.'

Athena picked up the paper. 'Prohibition... all alcohol, with exception of commune wine, will be illegal...' she read out loud. 'Yeah, that's not good.' She looked at the date. 'Wait, this is from two years ago!'

'I've kept the paper. Yet, states are only now starting to actually apply it.' He slowly shook his head.

'And you're dying as a result.'

'I wouldn't say 'dying' per se, but I don't feel so good.'

'Can't you do something about it?'

'Not without angering Zeus.'

'So nothing. Just stay inside and things will be fine,' the voice of their father said. He appeared out of nowhere. Dionysus gave him a dirty look. 'Get out.'

'I can go wherever I want.'

'I live here.'

'Sh. Athena, come back to the main square.'

'Dad, he is going to die.'

'No, he won't. Come. You, stay here,' he said, vaguely gesturing to Dionysus. Dionysus gave him a neutral look, before simply disappearing. 'Hey!' Zeus yelled, like the eloquent man that he was. Athena decided that that was a time to leave the room, knowing that her father would be mad and Dionysus would be planning something.

She walked back to the main square, where people had started dancing. Her good spirits started to recover - partly because of the music, partly because she knew that Dionysus would find someway to survive, knowing him.

Apollo was walking around in New York, with Calliope on his arm. He was thriving. The music, dance, light, everything he stood for had gotten a boost in the last year. He smiled at Calliope. 'Isn't this one of the best places you've ever seen?' Calliope nodded and shrugged at the same time. 'I would not call it the best, but it is definitely up there.' Apollo sighed happily.

'Well, I adore it. Oh, look, that over there seems like an okay club.' Calliope nodded, and they went in.

In the club people were dancing, talking and laughing. Apollo felt like he got a boost - renewed energy ran through his body. He eyes sparkled. 'Calli, this is why I like this time and place. Everything just...'

'Fuels your soul?'

'Well, yes, but that sounds so morbid. Eh, could you wait here? I need to use the bathroom.' Calliope snickered and nodded. Apollo slipped away.

When he tried to walk back into the small room, he felt a tap on his shoulder. Apollo turned around and looked into the eyes of the bartender. 'What's wrong?'he asked.

'Be weary of the guy in the purple suit on the left when ordering alcohol.' Apollo's mouth fell open. 'Alcohol? But that's...'

'A few days ago, some fellow introduced this stuff. It is nothing like what we had previously, but it works.' Apollo blinked.

'Uh... I do not think you should be telling just every client that. Maybe be discreet about it.' he quickly walked away and tapped Calliope, who was talking to a young lady, on the shoulder.

'I am leaving. It's important. Do you want to stay here?' Calliope raised one eyebrow.

'I'll stay.'

'Alright.' Apollo slipped out of the club.

Once he stood outside, he looked around before slipping into a small alleyway. He swiftly got some water out of nowhere and dropped a drachma into it.

'Iris, give me contact to Dionysus, please... Oh, hey, Dio. Say, what the heck is this thing I heard about illegal alcohol and why does it make me think of you?'

'Because I was the one who came up with it.'

'Why?'

'It's this or I die. Also, it has spread through most of America already, so there's nothing I can do.' Apollo opened his mouth. Then closed it again. Then opened again.

'Al...right.' He closed of the Iris-messeged and waved his hands. He appeared in his palace on Olympus and fell straight into his lounge chair. 'This is going to go wrong,' he whispered to himself.

'So, Hades has set up a small business,' Persephone told her mother. Demeter and her daughter where walking through a forest, to let the trees grow. Demeter sighed. 'Hm. Did he?'

'Yeah. Not on old forest grounds, I made sure of that.' Demeter nodded.

'Yeah, I am sure you did.' Demeter stroked her daughters hair. Persephone sighed and smiled.

'I love spring air.' She put her hand in a small bag. Her smile faded. 'Uh...'

'You forgot your special pink lipstick made with pink roses in the Underworld.'

'Well... Maybe?'

'Go get it. Quick.' Persephone smiled and hugged Demeter. She turned around and opened a door to the Underworld, which tore a big hole in the soil - right then and there. She disappeared.

Demeter sighed deeply and wiped her forehead. She shaked a little. The great war, followed by the roaring twenties, where cars and factories became more common, really pounded holes into nature. She took a deep breath.

'So, aunt, you also feel the decay of nature, huh?'

'Yes, Artemis, of course I do. Sometimes I feel the souls dripping out of crops, because of at how quick speed they need to grow for mortals these days.' She sighed.

Artemis laughed bitterly. 'Hm. I understand. My woods and animals are not doing very good as well.' She shivered too. 'Apollo has been lending me soul-juice, though.' Demeter shivered again. 'Please do not call it soul-juice, it's kinda creepy. Do you know how Pan and Dionysus are doing?' Artemis sighed and rolled her eyes

'Pans' spirit is still getting weaker and weaker. Dionysus is thriving, actually - illegal alcohol is how his cult started and I think he is sapping powers from his last life or something.' She shrugged. 'Whatever. We are being affected, Demeter. How's Sephie?'

'She's fine, but she left something with Hades again. She really likes the fashion of the age, you know - dresses, hats accessories, everything. I think she is thriving as well, actually.'

'Hades! Have you seen my pink rose-based lipstick!?'

'Are you back again?'

'Yes, because I need that lipstick! I left it here a few days ago!' Hades sighed and stood up. He walked out of his study, only to find his wife tearing open a all the drawers in the bedroom.

'I know I left it here somewhere!'

'In the bathroom, maybe?'

'I looked there, it isn't.' She opened another drawer and rummaged through it, before standing up. She put her hands to her hips. 'Honestly, we need a better system to clean up in here!'

'Well, you do have a lot of clothes. Maybe you should donate some of that to Aphrodite.'

'No! She has everything I have and more!' Hades rolled his eyes and walked over to here. He put his hand on her arm. 'Of course, but it's still a lot.' Persephone shook her head and opened a drawer of her vanity table.

'Oh, it's here,' she said. She shrugged. 'Well, guess I have to go back to earth. Spring is not going to bring itself back. Oh wait, it is.' Hades spinned her around and kissed her on the mouth.

'Go bring spring back to the world.' She smiled and nodded.

'Of course.'

The flower goddess broke back through the earth. 'I got it, mother! Let's go further... Oh, welcome, Artemis.'

'Hey. Well, nice catching up.' She coughed. 'Bye, demeter, Persephone.' She flicked her hair over her shoulder and left.

Persephone held her mother's' arm.

'Phiona, what do you want?'

'Can I pretty please go to the club with the ladies tonight?'

'You're an adult, right? I can not tell you what to do.' Persephone blinked.

'...Uh... I guess. Alright, bye!' Persephone skipped away, leaving a trail of flowers behind her. Demeter chuckled. She put a hand on a tree next to her. Her smile faded. 'Come, come, it will be fine, my dryads,' she whispered. She knew that she could not be so sure about that.

'So, how's' life?' Persephone asked Psyche. The goddess took a sip from her drink.

'Well, I feel great. The human spirits are lifted - It takes weight of my shoulders.' Persephone giggled. 'Amazing. Well, all's fine for me, but I believe my mother is in pain and Hades is focused on business out of nowhere.'

'Oh, Hebe had a similar problem, I believe. The idea of strength... it has changed, and so did Hercules. And, well, I haven't seen Ariadne in quite a while, but considering all the bootlegging that's been going on...' Psyche shook her head. 'Love stays the same, though, so none of that for me.' She smiled again. Persephone whipped her pink lipstick out of her purse.

'I love the new fashion, as do most people, I believe...'

'Hm.' Psyche took another sip of her drink. She looked around the room. Everywhere, people where dancing, sipping on their drinks and having the time of their lives. She sighed deeply. Yes, she felt light right now, but she also felt that that would not last forever. Soon, the spirits would go down again.