Sex, Drugs and Rock n' Roll

London, 1876

The reign of Queen Victoria over the British Empire was turning out to be one of the best times that Deion had ever had here on Earth. While society was mostly following the Queen's seemingly frumpy and tightly-buttoned conservative morals, it was also a time of great strides in scientific achievement and thinking. And where people were opening their minds, Deion knew from experience, they were also opening themselves up to all kinds of supposedly "immoral" behavior.

He'd been arranging and participating in some of the best debauchery in centuries behind closed doors in the last twenty years. Beneath all those bustles and waistcoats and top hats and parasols, held in by all those buttons were a lot of beautifully deviant Brits fired up to experience the newest and most pleasurable.

Deion was taking a few days' break, though, and had every intention of simply relaxing and vegetating in his posh townhome. It seemed, though, that the Fates had other things in mind.

The London morning light was diffuse as he woke up, a smile already crossing his face. Deion was immediately aware of the sensation of warmth and wetness surrounding his cock and the unmistakable movement of a mouth bobbing up and down his shaft. When his mind began to clear and his eyes opened, he chuckled out loud to see the bedcovers cresting with not one but two hills at the level of his hips.

"Whoever's under there," he announced sleepily, "good morning."

OOC: Well, you said it could be anything. But I'll let you choose who responds.

Most people would not have chosen straight, ice cold vodka shots as their lunch beverage. But then again, most people were not around to help inspire people in the grain-growing regions of Russia and Eastern Europe to start distilling some of those grains to make alcohol, back in the 14th Century. Of course, Deion Fox was not like most people. In fact, he noted with some amusement, he wasn't exactly any kind of people at all.

Deion raised the small, frost-covered shot glass to no one except the empty office chair on the other side of his desk. "Za vas!" he called out, before throwing the vodka back. None of the employees (to a one, dressed way too casually for any real office) looked up, used to seeing the boss drinking so early. He closed his eyes, feeling every bit of the double burning sensations caused by the below-freezing temperature of the liquid and by its potent kick. Placing the shot glass back into its holder, Deion turned his attention back to his computer screen.

While planning and organizing parties had always been his specialty, the bookkeeping and bean-counting that went with it, especially these days, was the kind of drudgery that sometimes made him consider leaving the biz all together. But it was always just too much damn fun, when it all came together in just the right way, so Deion kept up with the times, trading in ledgers for computers and so forth. Every now and then, he would have to establish an office like this one in Tokyo, a physical space for the virtual front companies he used to hide the less-than-legal ends of his operations.

He hated the idea of all those mortals actually working... nearly living... in these conditions. Deion just wanted people to have fun and indulge themselves, and they couldn't damn well do that in an 8'x8' cubicle. That's why he had the big, glass-walled office and everyone else worked on exposed, free-standing desks.

Of course, the contact he'd gotten earlier from his wife had promised respite from Office Hades. It had been years, decades perhaps, since he'd last seen Rianna. Although they adored one another and delighted in each other's company, neither he nor his wife were the settling kind. It just seemed to make the encounters that much more delicious. This time promised to be no different. When a buzzer sounded on Deion's desk phone he touched the button that opened the front door, leaned back in his chair and waited.

01.) Full name? - Deion Fox, originally Dionysus
02.) Best friend? - At a party, everybody.
03.) Sexuality? - Bisexual (and that does encompass certain semi-human creatures).
04.) Favorite color? - Green. He's the one who started the M&M's rumors.
05.) Relationship status? - Married on paper to Rianna, though it's a completely open relationship.
06.) Ideal mate? - Whoever he's mating with at the time? Seriously, he's not a settle-down-with-one-person kind of guy.
07.) Turn-ons? - Just about anything.
08.) Last sexual experience? - "Accidentally" slipping it to a water nymph in the pool at his last party.
09.) Favorite food? - Bagna cauda. Luxurious, ostentatious and super-fattening.
10.) Crushes? - Himself and anyone who catches his eye.
11.) Favorite music? - Something with a good beat for dancing or screwing.
12.) Biggest fear? - That someone will have a bad time at one of his parties.
13.) Biggest fantasy? - That he could throw a party that never stopped.
14.) Quirks in bed? - Whatever crazy, unusual thing that comes to mind at the moment.
15.) Bad habits? - Drinking, smoking, using drugs, casual sex with multiple partners... etc.
16.) Biggest regret? - Deion hates regrets.
17.) Best kept secrets? - Every now and then, he likes to just relax quietly.
18.) Last thought? - "No, seriously, how did the centaur hoofprints get on the ceiling?"
19.) Worst sexual experience? - Trying to be "romantic" and "sweet" for Eden. It wasn't bad, it just wasn't him.
20.) Biggest insecurity? - That he's pointless and superfluous and one day Lucas and the others will decide he's completely unnecessary.