#maddox01

The comedown after a hectic shift always left Eliza feeling a little restless. She loved the energy and adrenaline of a busy club night, moving too quickly for her thoughts to catch up to her. Then, suddenly, the place was empty and it's just her and the dish rags. Well, tonight it was her, the dish rags, and Maddox Cage. At some point while she was finishing her closing duties, the man had taken a seat at the bar. She hadn't formally met him since she'd started her job a little over a week ago. And despite numerous employees telling her to just leave him alone and keep her distance, that had only made her more curious.

Eliza posted herself up in front of him, leaning on the counter. "You're a bourbon guy, aren't you?" She traced her eyes over him once more before nodding, confident in her entirely presumptuous assessment. "It's definitely whiskey, for sure. But scotch seems too clean-cut, Irish is too casual, and rye's too... trendy, maybe. Gotta be bourbon." She smiled at him, tilting her head in question. "Am I right?"

Darcy had heard that recruitment was the order of the day: Old and New alike were working hard to get people onside. Generally, she tried to keep out of these things, stick to her job, but she wanted to help their cause - after all, Old Olympus had given her so much. A job she enjoyed, people she trusted, a sense of belonging that she had lacked through her childhood. So she had found an undecided person, one she thought might need helping. After all, there was little reason involving people who didn’t need them. 

She’d asked Pandora (odd nickname for a man, she had thought, but she wasn’t one to talk about gender roles) to meet her in a local park. Normally it was quite busy, but it was raining drivingly today, so it was near empty. Not empty enough that either should feel uncomfortable or nervous, but enough that people wouldn’t listen to their conversation. 

Sat on a park bench, umbrella in hand, she watched as the man approached her. He was very pretty, and she could see why he was in the job he was in. Didn’t stop her feeling sorry for him, though. When he sat down next to her, she smiled at the young man. “Pandora,” she greeted gently, raising her eyes to him. “Thank you for agreeing to see me.”