As the son of Dionysus, he experiences mood swings so often Martha thought it was bipolarity. Perhaps you stumble upon an article about girl's mood swings on their time of the month. Imagine the same contents of the article but different headline: Theodore James' Everyday Behavior. He may be the first male to prove men can also have their time of the month.

But that being the downside to having the Wine God as his biological father comes with quite a good adventage: he comes across as caring, understanding, and selfless. The stereotypical good boy. Except for the fact that he is a huge party hopper. As though the blaring music, blinking lights, squeezing dancing crowds, and annoying party stench never fatigue him - he is a party animal. He also has lots of friends - no, acquaintances - given his outgoing nature. Friends are for people he fully cares about, opens all his doors to, and is completely honest with. Whilst acquaintances are just a bunch of people he accidentally bumps into and has cants with with some light pleasantries in between. And for all his acquaintances to get onto the friend circle is sort of catchy because he doesn't trust people so easily.

partying is not his only forte.

Being the son of the Wine God, he has to accept the fact that instead of infra red vision and super speed powers; he has been inherited other special abilities that he once thought was ridiculous. but sure enough, even he himself was astounded once he knew how to unravel that very side of him. who wouldn't jawdrop when an empty soda can suddenly becomes full of red wine? well, except for Dionysus himself, some people who assume there is red wine flavored soda wouldn't. But as for Theo (and everyone on that matter) the very 'revelation' was worth written in the world's most peculiar experience. Seriously, he even questioned himself whether he had grown a wine barrel faucet on his palm before it happened.

Aside from the accidental wine appearing in the soda can when he was just ten, there are other more peculiar things happening after that. Like when his teacher suddenly went ecstatic (literally) after having a face-to-face conversation with him and muscadine vitus grape vine also suddenly grew on his bedroom wall. Truth is, he actually thought it happened to everyone. Little does he know not everyone is an offspring of the Wine God.

It was Thanksgiving, Theo and his mom usually had a little celebration with just the two of them where they would have the turkey for themselves and get drunk on instant root beer they had bought at the supermarket. But in 2008, Martha brought her friends home to celebrate Thanksgiving together. Theo first felt irritated by the probability of his mom's friends disturbing their little feast. But sure enough he perked up when one of his mom's friends showed them what he brought. It was a bottleful of Tuscany at its finest quality. He could easily tell that just by the faintest smell of it that infatuated him so much. He begged Martha for a taste of it but she declined. of course, a 10 year old shouldn't digest a drink that could create havoc to his liver. he was pissed, all night he tried to sneak into the kitchen and take a sip, but he never succeeded. 

He still remembered the image of crimson bottle glistened under the light as her friend John waved it in the air before he place it atop the counter in the kitcen. His little eyes glued to it ever since. He spent the night making little schemes to get the bottle for himself. But all his endeavors resulted nought and Martha still wouldn't allow him. She gave him a coke and patted his head then said, "not now, honey." Annoyed Theo was then forced to down the can, and after he did something queer happened. 

it was the moment when he wished and wished so desperately to take a gulp of the red liquor, his eyes boring into the bottle and hands clasping the empty soda can. not long after, he felt the can getting heavier as if something was filling it up. Confused, he looked down at the can and what he saw was even more confusing to the point he questioned his sanity. 

Sure, any ten year old would have wild imagination they depict in nasty drawings or hand crafted arts - but Theo's imagination was completely out of the box. He didn't know he had any sorcery talent. All the fictional characters he knew was no longer fictional to him anymore. It was as if the world was in his hands. With no further ado, he raised the can to his lips at a perfect angle to let the contents slip into his mouth that had been awaiting for the real quenching sensation. Feeling of refreshment and alleviation kicked in. He hummed in satisfaction.

Then someone broke the little paradise of his. 

"Hey, kid!" John chirped, slapping Theo's shoulder lightly. The force didn't make him choke, but the surprise did. Some fresh red liquid slipped out of his mouth. 

Startled, John squealed, "whoa, boy. Having fun?" As much as he wanted to say 'yes, until you came in', he was too scared. He froze, waiting for his bitter fate to surface. Then Martha came in, raising one eyebrow at the scene. 

"Is anything wrong, guys?" she said, the warmness and ease in her voice made Theo felt super guilty.

"Theo is drinking the Tuscany," John blurted out nonchalantly. Martha looked at her frowning boy sternly, then she sighed. 

"Go to your room," she said coldly, somehow the sternness in her face morphed into empathy. "But," Theo tried to defend.

"Go upstairs, Theodore." Whoa, the use of his first name indicates he was in a big trouble. and he would get in deeper if he insisted to disobey. Theo went upstairs as per his mother's order, spending the rest of the night questioning the very peculiar thing he had done that night.

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