Sage and Whiskey

"Well hey there handsome, what can I get you?" I asked the boy in front of me, plastering on that oh-so-fake smile I had carefully crafted.

He turned his gaze on me and for a split second I forgot how to breathe. He was gorgeous, like 'straight out of a magazine cover' gorgeous. His gaze trailed lazily to the drinks behind me and then snapped back to my eyes.

"Whiskey," he replied in voice as smooth as honey. "Also, drop the compliments. You don't mean them, so don't waste your breath."

I stood for a second in shocked silence then slowly started to smile a real smile.

"Alright then, just whiskey? Shot or glass?"

"Glass, and fill it to the top."
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Matt Anders (more commonly known as Dionysus, or Dio, his stage name) works at Olympus, Sage Daniels works nowhere. Matt eats breakfast at 3 in the afternoon, Sage doesn't eat. Matt grew up with two parents, Sage grew up running the system. Matt has a house, Sage has a couch. Matt has everything, Sage has nothing.

*Warning: sexual scenes as well as mentions of abuse and the occasional strong language will be present*