Pagan

Urban
Dionysus, the sleepy one, holds a symposium at his villa. He takes his wine cooler in a shallow chalice that would worry a sobered party goer. Except, he is to continue to drink his wine coolers while discussing deeply philosophical topics that could save the world. Should he wake with another warm body he might offer to pay their cab fare home.

The Pagan
Bacchus, the high one, throws a tosser in a barn. Tankers of beer, horns of mead, and tumblers of ale flow as freely as the music. If he can keep his feet he's dancing. Topics of discussion range from hearth saving activism to earth shattering sex, and jovial laughter all around. Should he wake with one or more warm bodies his first question is, would you like bacon or sausages with your eggs.

One more point.
Bacchus is what happens when Dionysus doesn’t shave before heading to the party.