Mr. D's office.

Dionysus sat at his office chair, tapping his pen irritably on the mahogany desk. The room was painted a dark shade of plum, decorated with gold and white. Behind him sat a tall bookshelf, holding random things he enjoyed reading from time to time. It was a rather extravagant office, one that usually someone would enjoy having. But not Dionysus... He continued twitching and shifting anxiously in his seat. He hated times like this. He was forbidden to frolic with the dryads and his wine and alcohol had been taken away. Dionysus plopped his round, chubby face in his hand, grumbling irritably about how much he hated being Camp Director. "My door is always open.." he said in a childish, mocking tone. Dionysus crossed his arms, pursing his thin lips when a knock came at his door...