underneath my skin [dionysus/midas] blitz

Now, I hadn't expected friendliness from the person I'd found in my family's vineyard. Typically, I wouldn't expect a trespasser to be kind, and this guy wasn't an exception. The young man that I had approached when he was running in the Vineyards that belonged to my family, the Flair family, was not very pleased with me being there, or the fact that I had placed my hand upon his shoulder. He quickly shifted away, causing my hand to fall off of his shoulder and back down to my side. The individual was clearly angered with me, as I could tell by his words.

"What the fuck do you mean? This is the Moros Vineyards. You, sir, are the one trespassing. Touch me again, and you'll be sorry." It was almost comical to me that this guy thought he was in the Moros Vineyards. If he wanted to be in the Moros Vineyards, he needed to backtrack quite a ways. I couldn't let myself laugh, though. No, that would just make this trespasser even more angry.

"These aren't the Moros Vineyards," I told him. "These are the Flair Vineyards, and you've run about a quarter of a mile into them. You need to backtrack to get to the Moros Vineyards." I tried my best to explain this to him, but I still wasn't sure if he would end up believing me. I decided that I needed to find a way to prove it to him. I glanced around for a moment until my eyes landed on a big building on the other side of the vineyard that could be seen from where we were standing.

"See that building over there? That's one of the buildings that we bring what we've picked to every day, and it's branded with the Flair family name." I said this to him as I gestured in the direction of the building. "You may not be able to read it from here, but I can prove it to you if you need me to."

I was trying my best to be polite, but all the while get him off of our property.

This trespasser, quite unsurprisingly, didn't apologize for being on the Flair family's property. Instead, he spoke in a way that I saw as rather rude. He had a cockiness in the way that he said things, too. He was frustrating me, but I knew better than to lash out at him. I'd always been someone who tried to treat people with the utmost respect, but guys like this made it difficult.

"I don't need you to prove anything to me. I have perfect vision and I can make out the name just fine. My apologies for being on your land. I must have overstepped my boundaries on my land during my morning run. The names Midas. I am the son of the owner of the Moros Vineyards," the young man introduced himself as Midas and then continued to speak without giving me a chance to introduce myself as well.

"If you'll excuse me, I will be taking my leave unless of course I can meet the owner of the Flair Vineyards. I don't think I've ever had the pleasure and I'd like to explain why I'm being found in his garden, no hard feelings, of course." Midas was a little too full of himself, from what I could tell. To be entirely honest, it was quite irritating. "Do you want me to follow you or... should I make an appointment to meet him." He wanted to meet my father.

"Well, Midas," I said to him. "I'm sure my father, Bacchus Flair, would be open to meeting with you."

I paused for a moment.

"Oh, and my name's Dionysus, by the way."

The other young man, Midas, seems surprisingly apologetic upon hearing who I was, and who my father was. It took me a little bit off guard, but it was welcomed. I wasn't going to turn down kind forms of conversation, when they're offered. As I stood there in his presence, I listened to what he had to say. He then led into a question that I found to be a bit unexpected, but it intrigued me.

"I must know, do you hate the day to day as much as I do. I find it exhausting never to get my hands dirty and be constantly studying the subjects that my dad feels I have to in order to take over the vineyards in just a few short years. Does your father make you do that?" he asked of me. I paused for a moment before responding. I suppose we lived in somewhat of a similar way, but definitely not entirely. I just had to figure out how to word my response back to him.

"Well, I suppose I have slightly different tasks than you, throughout the day," I said. "I do have to study, like you do. My father makes sure of that, but he also makes sure I have some 'hands on' work to do, too."