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[Really he was just wandering past, no intentions of visiting the bars this evening, but he side steps the stumbling man being tossed from the bar, hands in his pockets and an eyebrow raised as he looks from the man to Aaron.

There's something almost familiar about the stranger, and he tries to put his finger on it. A simple tilt of his head.]

What crime was his, too deep into the drink, or too roused by its spirit?

[ The young man looked to the voice as he had pulled back about to kick the poor stumbling drunk but stopped seeing the witness on hand. He was told by his boss not to beat anymore of the drunks senseless. So he took a deep breath pushing his messy hair back.]

Too deep in the spirits alright, damn near tried to rip one of the girl's shirts off.

So ya passing by or coming in? [ Aaron was not normally one to question if people were coming in but something about this fellow struck him. Like he should know him.]

[There was a very clear temper raging there, a fire in the blood and beneath the skin that had Dionysus' curiosity risen. He stepped around the drunk with a bright smile and a shrug of his shoulders.]

I've little else to do. I do not see what it could hurt.

[How could he resist. Bars were like a temple to him at times, though often they strayed from his spirit into something that burned like wildfire and crackled with far different impassioned intent than his kind.]

[ He waited until the other had passed before he looked back to the Drunk.] Count yourself lucky, you get to walk away. You ever show your face here again and you wont have a face to show.

[ He had spoke his venomous words before turning to follow Dionysus inside, pulling the bar door shut behind him, it was one of those older looking Irish pubs, mostly everyone seemed calm a pretty cool environment. Not quite the job Aaron had expected.]

Welcome to Killians, pretty much anything goes unless ya make a fuss then I'm sent to deal with it. Name's Aaron by the way.

[ He didn't normally introduce himself but this man, he was just curious about him. Most that even saw a flash of his temper seemed to skitter away yet this man seemed unmoved and that intrigued the younger one.]

That temper was familiar, and Dionysus was watching Aaron with cool interest, attempting to place that familiar pull toward the strange mortal. There was something there, in the words, in the blaze behind mortal eyes of a fire raging within.]

Dion, and I doubt we will have to experience that particular encounter.

[Amusement tinged his voice at the prospect of Aaron 'dealing with' him. But he was not a violent God, and the promise of alcohol a bar offered was temptation enough if his curiosity had not been.]

Do you have that problem often?

[ A fire that often got him in loads of trouble. He gave a nod of his head as he pushed his hair back from his face and held the other out to shake then.]

Dion's a pretty cool name. And let's hope you don't, not to quote a comic book character but people don't like me when I'm angry. What can I get you to drink?

[ He asked reaching the counter, he normally didn't drink of shift but the manager didn't really mind as long as Aaron didn't get drunk. He looked back to the other and shruged.] Once or twice a night unless it's the weekend. The weekends we get the crazies in.

[Suspicions lurk at the back of his mind on that familiarity he can not dismiss, the temper, the fire.]

Am I getting my hopes up to ask if you carry Armagnac?

[ He looked a little confused at the drink name before calling out to the pretty young woman behind the bar.] Hey Mindy, we got any Armagnac?

[ He was mostly just a beer guy but the girl smiled and nodded hurring off, the thoughts of someone asking for Armagnac must mean that he's someone of taste. Returning a moment later the girl pulled down a nice glass opening the bottle and pouring a bit in so that Dion could try it holding it out.

Aaron looked at it a bit confused as he took a drink of the beer in his hand. He would have expected with a name like that for it to be an expensive whiskey or something.]

Seems your in luck.

[Lethe attempted to slip into the bar, taking the distraction of the drunk being evicted as an opportunity to go unnoticed. Most never bothered her with a second glance or thought, given her elusive nature.]