A/N: The conclusion! Before you ask, yes, it's set in the future.

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Confessions of a Slightly Inebriated Wine God

Bacchic

"…and that's how I killed Pentheus." Dionysus chuckles, bloodshot eyes wandering over to a terrified-looking satyr. He reaches out for more wine. "Oh, Agave was sooo mad…"

The satyr hands him another goblet cautiously. It's amazing, he thinks, what fifty years does to your tolerance.

"Arthur, go find Chiron! I want to beat him at… pinochle. Ha! That's such a funny word, isn't it?"

The door opens, and the centaur steps out. "Enjoying your freedom, Mr. D.?"

"Oh, don't call me Mr. D., Chiron! It's stuffy. I was just telling Arnold…"

Chiron chuckles and leads a stumbling Dionysus into the Big House.