A/N: This will be a series of drabbles (100 word pieces) about everyone's favorite camp director. For those of you who've read my other fic Everybody Hates Hades, this one will be similar.

Confessions of a Slightly Inebriated Wine God

Not That Bad

He's really not that bad, he thinks.

The few women that he loves, he loves truly. The few children that he sires, he claims immediately. He, alone among those glorified Olympians, treats his offspring with respect. Seriously, who knows how many kids Apollo has had? Probably not even the sun god himself.

But Dionysus is different. Sure, maybe he hasn't had much time lately to go out and make a couple of babies since he's been stationed at this miserable camp, but when he does, he actually cares for his lovers.

He cares, and that's more than the others can say.

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