The Goddess of Wine was happily wandering the venue, she just got finished making her special party brew, it was guaranteed to make you see triple.

"The last time i made this brew, it caused a Queen to fistfight her sister and her men to strip naked to assert dominance. That was the best day ever!" Winfrey reminisces fondly over that fateful day in MotoCin, it almost led to a full scale war before the buzz wore off and everybody had to contend with a hangover that makes sticking a thousands needles in your ass less painful.

She caught a glimpse of Zylon who was in a rather fine suit, he was talking to Swano.

"Thank you for introducing me tonight darling. It not everyday a God is your wingman." Swano said happily.

"Demi-God actually." He corrected.

"Semantics." She responded back, not seeing the difference.

"Not according to most of academia, there have been many actual fights over if I or Garwik count as full fledged Gods. I heard somebody even got stabbed for calling Garwik a demi-god." Zylon said.

Truth be told it actually scared him how far people would go to win a ultimately meaningless argument. He witness this first-hand a long time ago when Narvath, God of Battle went to war with Androcien, Goddess of Knowledge.

"People spill blood over meaningless things all the time, so this hardly surprise me." Swano said simply, she have seen a man's spine get ripped out because he didn't like a particular flavor of pie. Rest in peace, Uncle Deazer.

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Zylon noted Winfrey looking over at them. She waved happily.

"May I be excused for a moment?" He politely asked of her.

"Oh dearie, you don't have to ask me for permission, go talk to your friends." She said sweetly.

In the time it would take one to cough, Zylon was in front of the deity that created Drunken Fist.

"Are you going to be ok?" Winfrey asked, worried about her friend well-being. She wondered if him coming to this event was the best idea, he could easily relapse.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" Zylon slightly laughed while he said that, he knew what Winfrey really meant.

Now the Goddess of Wine like many Gods have different abilities that can be useful for any scenario. One of them was being able to make liquor or any liquid taste like actual rancid poison. She have done to many different races and Gods alike, sometimes to genuinely help a acholic break the addiction or out of pure spite. She slowly raise her hand.

He stopped her hand from doing it by grabbing it, he shakes his head.

"I'm sorry i was just trying to help." Winfrey said awkwardly.

Zylon nodded.

"It ok, I know that i was pretty bad back then, but that in the past. I can control my urges." Zylon said, more to himself than to Winfrey who understood completely. Sometimes you need to hear someone or yourself said it out loud. To put your mind at ease and try to stuff the anxiety in the closet that really should be cleaned out at this point. Which is what she planned to do.

"YOU GOT THIS ZYLON, CHAMPION OF THE PEOPLE!" She cheered which made Zylon smiled bashfully.

"Champion of the people? That flattering but I'm just doing what anybody would do." He said, trying to be humble.

"Bullshit, but I'm glad you taking in your father's and grandmother footsteps. We need more Gods with a superhero mindset around here. Like those Champions in the modern realm." She explained.

Zylon have heard of them too. That woman who inspired him was on the team, and she was doing a damn fine job from what he was able to see. A elven girl wearing a business suit appeared and told Swano she be on in a couple of minutes.

Winfrey will be watching over him, she passed the word along to Malakai to do the same.