8691/Your Club is STILL Not Open

Your Club is STILL Not Open
Date of Scene:	15 November 2021
Location:	Verdant - Abandoned Warehouse
Synopsis:	Alexander wanders to Club Verdant and Thea tries to get him drunk.
Cast of Characters:	Alexander Aaron, Thea Queen

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Alexander Aaron has posed:
    Twelve phantom daggers swirl in a concentric circle, slowly drifting closer as they floated through the air. It was a twisting whorl of blade-work that slithered through the ether and seemed to overlay the lines and contours of the true world around. To the many mortals who crossed paths in the city, the many citizens of the grand isle, they were invisible blades that offered no hint of awareness nor obstruction even as they followed in the wake of the Olympian's passage.
    It had been some time since Alexander Aaron had been in the city. A year? To the world. To him perhaps a touch more. Yet for those that knew him it was still unmistakably him. A little taller perhaps, shoulders a touch broader though the heavy jacket he wore might obscure such detail. Though in the past he enjoyed a clean-shaven look, these days he had a light beard and a mustache... and those pale blond locks had grown long enough to reach his shoulders. Though at the moment they had been partially drawn back and braided together to create a hint of a knot.
    As he walked he knew not exactly where he went. The city was familiar. The lay of the land. But such could be said for most of the metropolis as he had been all across it in his time there. What drew him forward, step before step, was the illusion? The vision? The flicker of the elaborate daggers that existed seemingly only for him. Not quite leading him. But more perhaps offering some hint of insight.
    It was only when he stood before the former warehouse now planned dance club that the vision lifted. No longer were there blades light in the air. And instead there was the Verdant, quiet and ominous perhaps. Yet proud in its height and the potential it had for the future.

Thea Queen has posed:
The Verdant is less warehouse and more club now. The drab front with it's concrete walls now with a slick red-brick finish along with neon lights by the entrance which announce Thea indeed went with the name original she had chosen. Verdant. The lights are currently on, with it being close to dusk, the 'newness' of the place a contrast to the rest of the neighborhood. The Glades have never been a friendly place. Yet even the surroundings appear to be starting to improve, step by step, perhaps an influence of the woman behind it.

Thea is inside, burning the midnight oil as per her usual now that the club is on the verge of being launched. Delayed, of course. Because who knew she would had gotten so embroiled in her alter-ego persona of Speedy, or Red Arrow these days, that she was almost starting to sound like a responsible person..

A snort escapes her while she muses on those thoughts, finishing to pen down one *more* contract that needed her signature before she sets the whole thing aside, getting up to her feet with a sigh, "Enough of these Thea, or you will go mad..." she says to herself before shaking her head a touch, ".. Or at least more mad than you already are by talking to herself."

Even if not as mad yet to return to drinking. Which is always a good thing.

Stepping out of the managerial area the young woman walks over to the bar. Lights are on, but no one else is around, workers having gone home by now yet she having lingered as usual. Work never stopped when you were a club owner apparently.

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    One could tell the subtle inner monologue that's held in the youthful god's thoughts as he ponders the club. It's there as he stands before the grand entrance with his hands upon his hips, his head tilted slightly to the side as recognition comes to him. His lip twists up, a small smile reaching those pale hazel eyes even as he draws his lower lip between his teeth. Some counter-argument is offered by another part of his mind which causes his eyebrows to lift as if offering a reason for him to _not_ try the door or to gain entry. But then his curiousity wins out as he exhales a hint of a faint laugh. Not quite to the point of talking to himself, but close.
    Which is when he steps forward, hand light on the heavy metal door. He tests it, and within Thea might hear the slight scraping jostle to signal someone's there. Then there's the subtle squeal of the wheel under the door and sloooowly it opens at the hand of someone that made no appointment with Ms. Queen. Likely also not easily recognizable as something beyond a silhouette in the doorway. Perhaps when eyes adjust blue jeans might be noticed, that heavy pea coat for the chill of Winter's coming.
    Yet it's likely the voice that she hears that might offer final realization as she'll hear a familiar tone lift to offer words. "All this time and still you're not open?"
    Which would be when he'd step inside.

Thea Queen has posed:
The door opening has Thea arching a brow. And with her being close to the bar already it isn't hard for her to casually reach for and hold a small cheese cutter. Not exactly the most elegant of weapons. But it'd do if needed. She keeps the 'weapon' out of sight as the man wanders in, the brow continuing arched even as she asks. "Can I help you?" a tone of anticipation in her voice.

And it's not as if Alexander was the only one to change. Where once there was a rather willowy Thea now she appears somewhat more fit. Training? Perhaps. Maybe she got serious about that whole vigilante business she was into. The hair remains in that same bob of before though, even if it's now grown to nearly reach her shoulders. Eyes? Sharp as ever.

The voice she hears brings instant recognition to her, along with a roll of her eyes, "Lo and behold who is back." a beat, "... I am sure you must have a good excuse for never having answered the messages I sent." a smirk then coming to her features, "But it is good to see you again." she places the cutter atop the counter before starting on her way over across the bar towards the man.

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    There he is, walking to her at the same rate though his head is tilted slightly to the side and askew as if half-expecting her to come out swinging in punishment for his vanishing. But he can't hold back the smile, even as he bites his lower lip slightly, then lets the smile bloom as it lights up his face past his ability to suppress it.
    "Hey you." He says at first, not exactly forthcoming even as he mirrors that smirk though his has a warmth to it that he fails to hide. "I had lousy signal." Explaining the whole lack of messages given in return.
    Which is all he says until they're standing toe to toe and looking in each others' eyes and he takes a deep breath, still grinning as he repeats the greeting. "So hey."
    And that's when he leans in and goes for a tentative hug at first, perhaps half-expecting her to give him a slug in the gut. But taking a deep breath he holds her tight for an instant, sharing that moment. Then he steps back with his hands on her shoulders to look in her eyes.
    "Sorry if it, like, stressed you out in some form. But there were all these. Stuff. And Things." So detailed is his explanation. For a moment he seems like he's about to pull her in for another hug, but stops himself and instead says. "It's good to see you, Thea."

Thea Queen has posed:
There is an amused dance in those eyes of hers as Thea observes the tentative approach. Along with that same way in which the man does the hug. Well, it might be a wise thing though, one never knows when Thea might decide to stab someone with a knife or three. Yet her hands are pretty much knife-free, or arrow-free for that matter as they hug. And she even returns it! So kind-hearted...

"Stuff. Things." She echoes, putting the same intonation in those words. "Seems like those things put a beard on your face. Can't say I dislike it." she even brazenly reaching up to flick a finger on the side of it, offering a nod of approval, "It looks good on you."

No punches, no stabbing. Yea, she seems to have forgiven him pretty easily. But that's Thea's way.

"And no, I haven't opened it yet. I suppose the same ..., stuff. And things. Happened to me." she exhales softly, for a moment those eyes appearing darker and heavier. "Come on, can I get you something to drink?" she offers.

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    "It does?" Alexander says as he lifts his chin, as if putting the aforementioned beard fully on display. He lifts a long-fingered hand and scritch-scritches along the stubbly bits and crinkles his nose which causes that mustache part to shift like some drunken caterpillar, "It itches sometimes."
    But then his smile returns as she gives him that oh so light chiding about S&T. Perhaps a shrug will help her buy it. There. He shrugs. But then he's following after her, looking around in her wake as he considers the vibrant decor of the club. "This place looks pretty keen."
    Which is a fair appraisal, with the futuristic decor, the twisted shape of the furniture, the muted lighting lending an almost ghostly look to the room as the setting sun slips through one of the tall windows. He makes it to the bar and slips around the edge of a seat, not quite taking it yet.
    "I'll have whatever you're having." Knowing that might well be ginger ale or something bubbly and fruitish. It's then that he hops onto the seat and rests his hands on the bar, looking the place over again with that curious look.
    "Can't be long now. Man. I remember how stressed you were dealing with all the..." He uncurls a hand to gesture in the general direction of the area, "All the craziness that it took to get this place running at first." Dealing with the criminal elements that held sway in the neighborhood.

Thea Queen has posed:
Yes, ginger ale. And yes the MODERN one, which means no alcohol. Because Thea is still on a no-alcohol phase. Well, for a few years now, but who's counting? She is. Not that there haven't been temptations yet considering how Thea moves without hesitation to pour the two drinks means there's been on relapse. Her slender hands don't even shake considering all the alcohol in display on the wall behind her!

"Wise choice." She sliding the glass towards the young man. "And it better look pretty keen considering how long I have been around it.." a sigh, ".. Feels more like forever. But then there were other ..., diverting matters." she takes a gulp from her cold drink, "Turns out I may be a magnet to Godlings.." she informs Alexander with a mix of amusement and resignation, "There was you before, and as of late I fell under the eye of some Asgardians. It's been ..., eventful."

"Though what about -you-? Anything to report? How is ..., everything?" The way those sharp eyes look at Alexander though it's pretty obvious what she is asking about. Alexander's relation with his father. She knows well how rocky those can be. Specially after she found out her actual father was Malcolm Merlyn....

Elbows rest on the counter and she leans forward in easy cumplicity with the Godling.

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    "Asgardians." She can likely hear that affected tone of distaste, but it's coupled with a grin as he shakes his head as if so terribly disappointed with her. Though he gives no further words until he gets the ginger ale and takes a sip, easing the glass back just enough to get a small crunch of the ice where he crushes it between his teeth.
    Then he shoots a grin back at her, "Man those renfesters can be rough to be around." Though that tone might hint towards it being more teasing than true sentiment. But those pale eyes meet hers as he turns his head a little as if trying to see behind her own irises, "You're not dating one are you? Ew." He offers, then holds up a hand to cut off perhaps an objection. "Hey, none of my business." Another sip of ginger ale, a grin, a crunch of ice.
    But then she asks about him and his eyebrows lift as the tendons in his neck tighten as if dealing with an uncomfortable topic. "I had..." His eyes distance as he looks past her, gaze wandering over her shoulder somewhere. Then almost as quick it returns to her as he smiles as if embarrassed. He rests an elbow on the bar and unconsciously mirrors her posture, eyes down, then back up to look into hers.
    "Trouble with my family. And. A prophecy. And maybe. I don't know. A quest." He looks up and tilts his head left and right as he fails to find the full words to describe what he wants to. "So yeah."

Thea Queen has posed:
"Rough is one way of putting it..." Thea retorts, chin resting on her palm while she continues to talk, ".. considering one of those people is Sif." Sif? The actual Asgardian Goddess of War? "So yes, my life is a little roller coaster of near-death experiences lately. Literally so." her free hand continuing to swirl the glass between her fingertips. She laughs at one of those questions. "No, not really." before her eyes gain a sharper look to them, hawk-like almost, "Why do you ask? You wish to defend my honor against those ..., renfesters?"

Those subtle differences on Alexander as the conversation shifts to him are noticed by Thea, the woman watching thoughtfully. The kind of reactions that she'd have if they would be speaking about her own family.

"Trouble? Prophecies? Quests..?" She turns to peruse the drinks stand, taking some stronger alcohol which she pours on Alexander's glass. "You have come to the right place then. I will let you know I have the keenest of ears for tales. Specially from old friends."

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    "Sif and I have fought side by side in the past, but I was..." Alexander flares his nostrils slightly as if knowing he did not comport himself in the best way, "I still had some prejudices against the Asgardians then and I was maybe. A little. Sharp. With them. But I got over my anti-renfest attitudes."
    Then his eyebrows raise, "But hey, having a goddess of war in your circle of acquaintances and friends isn't like, an entirely bad thing." There, that was a nice thing to say.
    Then she speaks of his defending her honor, he laughs. There are indeed small differences to him. A year ago and Alexander seemed to at times be on edge, perhaps more intense, severe. Now he seems mayhaps a little older. Yet it's not just that. He seems more at ease in his body. Comfortable and laid back. "I figure you'd do plenty good enough defending your own honor. Just I'd be disappointed in you. Like if you found out I was dating... I dunno. Someone from the cast of Jersey Shore?" Since that would, indeed, be a horror.
    Then she adds some stronger liquor to his drink and as she does so he gives her a look twinned with a smirk, as if letting her know he knows what she's up to. But that doesn't deter him as he lifts the glass to take another sip and crunch a little more ice.
    "It's convoluted. There was... a contest as I met a lot of my cousins. Each of the elders brought forth their progeny and they demanded to test them one against the other. Which felt... all sorts of wrong in various ways. There were arguments all over the place, and my dad was just..."
    Alexander's eyes widen a little as his brows rise as if he couldn't even speak to the quantify of pissed off that his father manifested. "And so there were contests, and tests of power, and some people were angry about me being in some of them because I'm not a demi-god, technically. Then there was an accident as Malcolm caused Giana to lose her soul. So we had to..."
    It's then he realizes he's rambling or perhaps speaking overly long when he sort of smiles at her, embarassed again as he then adds. "Just, it was a long time. Doing a lot of things and at the end. I don't know. I know a lot of my family better. But..." He lets that word hang there.

Thea Queen has posed:
"It's fine. If you weren't punched or otherwise stabbed it means you weren't that sharp with them.." Thea offers with a small lift of shoulders. There's wisdom there of course, she knows what she's talking about! "Or maybe it was just a small stabbing. She can do that sometimes.." a brief expression of grimace on her face along with fingertips, tiptapping on her naked shoulder. Maybe she's remembering past experiences. "But I am going to say .., it isn't a bad thing at all, even if challenging in it's own way. I am still alive too.."

Eyebrows arch in dubious consideration of Alexander afterwards, "Are you dating someone from Jersey Shore? But more worryingly, how do you even know that show?" asking the real questions right there.

She lifts her glass to 'tink't it against Alexander's when he goes to drink, even if she doesn't add alcohol to her own, then takes another sip as well, listening, those blue eyes intent on the young Godling. "So your fathers were measuring cocks by sending their sons and daughters against one another." she says in a rather dry manner even if the talk about an 'accident' has her pause briefly.

"Whatever those ordeals were though, they seem to have made you stronger, and maybe more comfortable with who you are supposed to be." She concludes, a faint smile finally appearing on her lips. "It's good to see."

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    "I was... punched later. By her friend. But it was ok. It was a friendly punch." As he says that last his eyes light up a little with amusement but nods at the wisdom that Thea imparts from her dealings with the renfesty Asgardians.
    "And yes, you're still alive." His eyebrows lift as if that is an achievement in and of itself, as if granting that more weight than he might have in the past.
    But then the topic shifts to the truly important parts as she asks him about The Situation and his circle of friends in Jersey. "I am not." He relates about his dating situation. Then he confesses as to how he knows of it. "I did, however, have a friend who /really/ enjoyed it and she showed me some of the videos. So..."
    Then her glass raises and he meets her halfway, his own tinking softly. When she paraphrases so well about the competition he alters her observation subtly, "Not just the fathers. Aphrodite. Athena, they were measuring their cocks too." As he says that he actually laughs a little, then his eyes lift as if half-expecting some form of divine punishment to be hurled his way.
    A moment passes.
    No lightning nor thunder. Thus safe.
    Then Thea comments about him more directly and he was /never/ one to take compliments well. Back even when they had first met he would always deflect with humor or the like. But now he at least accepts with a little more elegance. "I think..." He offers at first, then the space of a few heartbeats before he adds. "That I am just more okay with things. Myself."
    And that is as far as she's given before he gestures with his glass toward her. "But hey, I can tell you haven't sat still while I was away." For a moment those pale eyes lower to take in the way she holds herself, the subtle change in her physique that comes with her focus on exercise and adventure. Then he looks back up into her eyes, "You've still been training."
    A hand reaches out slightly just to lightly touch the pad of his thumb along the curve of her arm as he points out the subtle swell with a precision and understanding. "You seem stronger. In several ways."

Thea Queen has posed:
"For some reason I am imagining that having been shown 'some' of the videos means you watched a few seasons of the thing.." Another grimace. Along with a shudder. Thea then shakes her head just so, "Oh, the sacrifices we do for ..." eyebrows arch, she not really finishing that sentence but the way her lips curve up and the twinkle in her eye shows she most likely is teasing. She eventually laughs it out, her attention focused on what Alexander talks about the God's contests.

"I mean, that doesn't surprise me. Every pantheon is competitive, though being Gods means there's little consequence to blades being drawn or tempers flaring. And at the end of the night they drink a nice ale to make things right again. Or so I am told."

She finishes her own drink with one long gulp, head curling to the side to watch the hand touch her arm, "I have a lot to make up for all the years I spent..." She pauses, ".. the ones I wasted." it followed by a brief shrug, hand brushing through her shortish hair. "But .., yea. I am good. More centered too, even if sometimes I feel like I am going mad. But aren't we all going mad in a way?" she asks in a somewhat rhetorical manner.

Her eyes raise so they meet Alexander's, "It has made me more confident too."

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    As she teases him he at least has the good nature to roll his eyes, looking away before turning back and giving her a look. A look where it's his turn to threaten copious amount of violence that never comes. Still, the gleam in his irises are enough to let her know she is lucky he is so darn nice. But the half-scoff half-laugh that comes from him seems amused.
    Until finally he says, "Yeah." After she mentions how competitive the elder gods and the pantheons can be, "Though we Greeks sometimes grudges are carried after the celebration. And sometimes we act like we have no idea why we do things, when really it's because we're petty jerks." For once he doesn't divorce himself from them, admonishing himself as well as his family. Still, there's a twist to his lips that shows his distaste for the whole thing.
    She then brushes her hand through her hair and tells him more of how she's changed, how she's advanced through her life to become the woman before him. His smile returns, at the mention of being good and centered. Then chuckles when she advances the idea she's going mad as he adds, "To be fair you were always a bit mad. And wild." He nibbles on his lower lip as if to lend those words some extra honesty.
    Then their eyes meet and for an instant he seems to miss what she says at the last, then takes a breath and says, "You do seem more confident. But how do you figure?" Then he shifts the focus further as he leans on the bar fully, curling his fingers around the base of his glass as he touches it to hers so the drinks share that faint sheen of condensation.
    He finds her eyes again, "What changed?"

Thea Queen has posed:
"We." Oh yes, Thea noticed. It's really only a word. But it makes all the difference. "Accepting who you are at last. Even if it may put you on the petty jerks club." beat, "And hey, it was your own words." she calls out, before Alexander can protest about being a 'petty jerk'. It's clear she is quite at ease in teasing Godlings now. One may even think she may be getting practice on unsuspecting Asgardians...

As Alexander then talks of her being a bit mad she retorts, "Only a bit?" brow arching, "I don't know, getting myself on those leathers and out to fight crime with a bow sounds asylum level to me if I will be honest. But wouldn't change it for anything." another shrug, "Maybe I am learning more on who or what I am supposed to be now. Or rather, who I *want* to be. I wouldn't know anything about being wild though." expression of fake innocence in her expression which soon enoughs breaks into one of her grins, followed by a wink.

As Alexander leans in, tipping glasses it makes her continue to look up at him, eyes not budging away. She doesn't answer those last questions directly, instead making one of her own, "Why did you come here tonight?" as if what would happen next would linger on the answer to that question.

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    She picks up on the slight word shift, the inclusion of his self with his kind, and his initial answer is to twist his features toward the sour, turning his head away and crinkling his nose as if he might disagree. But it's his burden, he shoulders it, accepts it then with a shrug as he looks back toward her then exhales a soft chuff of something that might be a laugh if he dared give it more energy.
    "No matter how hard a duck tries to bark it still sounds like a quack." As if that might be a parable from something. But his smile is wry as he offers it.
    Then she shifts toward the terribly astute observation he had of her madness and nods as he takes up his glass for a brief moment to take another sip, agreeing with the 'only a bit' part. "A smidge of crazy." He offers with a smile.
    Though he falls quiet as she talks about being a vigilante, doing what she can. Who she is supposed to be. So he keeps the smile as he watches her, nodding at points and accepting that it's a course of her life she wishes to be on. He was never one to dissuade people from the pursuit of self, and it seems she's caught her target. Then she winks and he laughs again.
    "Forgive me, not wild at all. Very level-headed."
    Their glasses make that faint tink of sound, his own leaving a small circle of sweat upon the bartop's surface. She keeps his gaze and then answers his question with a question. Which turns his thoughts inward as his eyes unfocus faintly, then return to her. He exhales slightly, just a brush of breath against her cheek.
    "Since I've come back..." There's a hint of reluctance there, reflection. His smile grows and he laughs slightly, more at himself than anything else as he shakes his head and his eyes lower again. But then those pale irises are back, holding her own. "Since I've come back, things have been strange. I was drawn. Here."
    A hand lifts off the counter, fingers uncurling as he gestures to the room, the club. "Perhaps to this neighborhood, this building, you?"
    He moistens his lips slightly, looking down a little, then shaking his head very subtly as he looks to the side, "I have an obligation. Which is supposed to put me in the right place at the right time. Twelve times. And then, well..."
    He looks back, and takes a breath, then murmurs. "The twelfth time. We'll see what happens then."

Thea Queen has posed:
"To themselves? Or to others?" This about how the quacks sound. Because apparently for Thea there's a difference between those. But it's when Alexander goes about calling her crazy that she casts a look to the cheese cutter still in arms reach, "Careful. You have no idea what I can do with a cheese cutter." she says in a mixed faux-warning and teasing.

Yet her focus in on that last part afterwards, "Drawn here?" that has her curious, it noticeable on her expression. She always enjoyed a good mystery.

And hey, she is getting good at solving God mysteries apparently.

"What's supposed to happen on the twelfth time?" For some reason she seems to suspect what it may be. Something that will change him. Her fingers are drawn over, felt resting atop Alexander's larger hand. Being there for him, the feeling of her thumb atop the back of his hand.

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    He, at the least, has the wherewithal and polite manner to feign a measure of fear at the dire threat of the cheese cutter. But then the smile replaces that look as he turns back and crinkles his nose at her, as if daring her to take a stab. Though he doesn't offer words to back up that expression.
    Instead he nods in answer to her question about him being drawn there. "Yes, I am lately sometimes... seeing things. Nothing bad, just enough to sort of lend a vibe." One hand lifts to push through his blond hair, fingers tightening to scritch at the back of his head even as she settles her hand down upon his other hand that rests next to his glass.
    "But, the twelfth time, depending on how you look at it, is when I'll most likely die." The way he says that he sort of scrunches up one eye as if trying to buffer the words. Then before she can speak he adds as if to try and cushion the message. "Or be banished, or to live on Olympus. It could be..." His fingers interlace with hers, his thumb brushing the knuckle of hers. "Any of those things, to be fair."

Thea Queen has posed:
The hand remains in place, Thea's expression thoughtful, regarding Alex while he reveals what it may be. Or at least what he *imagines* it might be. A nod is offered in return, almost as if it was something of that sort she expected already. Wise! Or maybe a lot of exposure to Asgardians. "Many say that dying is a way of renewal. Of being reborn to who you are supposed to be." a faint smile, "Did you know Sif had this notion of having me die?" but she doesn't explain further on that matter.

"Or maybe even all of those things will happen to you. Yet you seem to be saying it as if all of what would happen would be out of your control. What would the meaning of these twelve moments be though? A test to you? Something else...?" her head cants to the side. For all experience there is still a lot that young Thea doesn't know!

"No matter what, this also means you should make the best of what you have. Live life? Which I suppose must sound 'rich' coming from me and my experience with 'living life' but...." she trails off.

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    To his credit, Alexander looks... skeptical at the idea of Sif suggesting that Thea should kick the bucket. And likely some form of condemnation is on his lips, but instead he shakes his head and instead offers this bit of advice, "Yeah, I recommend you not let her kill you. She might be playing fast and loose with the whole Valhalla thing."
    Wisdom indeed.
    Then she suggests all of those things he mentioned could well happen and he nods slowly, looking thoughtful even as he rests his other hand over hers. His touch is warm, though gentle. He had always run a few degrees above norm, such is the metabolism of many beings such as himself. Yet he looks away thoughtfully before he looks back and murmurs, "Our first deaths are important for us. So I'm told." The Greek Gods he means.
    "It's when we leave mortal trappings behind, and become that which we are to be. Though there are enough..." His pale eyes distance as he tries to come up with he word, then finally settles on, "Unknowns about my situation. My role. That not even my grandfather could tell me what will happen."
    But then he catches onto her sentiment of living life to the fullest. "Though yeah, clearly this is an excuse to run around and party until the stars align." Another faint exhalation of breath, those near laughs as he shakes his head then lightly pats his hand atop hers, starting to lean back as if to disentangle.

Thea Queen has posed:
A faint grimace from Thea betrays that indeed there may be something related to Valhalla there. Because of course there is. But again, as she hadn't explained earlier she doesn't explain now. A mystery for another time. So instead she finds herself nodding about those first deaths, "Maybe your path is supposed to be a different one than following on their footsteps." she suggests.

"And no, I didn't mean partying like crazy." A laugh escaping her lips, "But more like finding purpose. Which is what living life is all about, isn't it?" she tells the man, quirking a brow up. "And trust me, I have done the partying part, it's not as glamorous as one might think it is..." a sigh in the end there and she reaching up to brush some hair out of her face and behind a ear.

"Was this your first stop though?" She asks about those twelve places.

Alexander Aaron has posed:
    "Could be," Is Alexander's answer to her suggesting what life is indeed all about. He doesn't seem convinced entirely, but he also does not seem dismissive at all. As if whatever it may be, he had already made his peace with it.
    But then she asks if this was his first stop and his head bobs a little as he takes up his drink and tilts it back for another swallow. It makes a soft glassy click upon the bartop as he sets it back down, then lazily traces a few circles in the condensation that was left behind. After a moment or two he looks up and nods. "Yes,"
    His smile twists to life a little as he tells her. "I appeared outside NYU. Wandered around a little." His lips twitch with that smile, "Got a hot dog."
    He rests his hands again around the base of the glass and leans forward a little, the chair he's sitting on creaking as its two rear legs lift off the ground just an inch. "Saw what date it was, then just sort of started walking."
    His head tilts to the side, then back as he meets her gaze again, "Haven't even been back to my apartment yet. Just ended up..." He waves a hand, "Here."
    Then his smile shifts a little wry, "Probably drawn here because clearly you've gone to the dark side with this crazy looking club. It looks so 90s." He teases a little, albeit gently.

Thea Queen has posed:
"I see you have got your priorities straight." Dry tone. Twinkling eye. This when Alexander speaks about having gotten a hot dog first thing. "And so you were brought here." she then finally says. "Well, I am not sure if I am to be flattered at this being the first place you come to or daunted. Are you bringing doom to my club, Alexander?" she questions before murmuring. "I swear, the world is trying to make me start drinking again.."

She really should!

"Yet what kind of good host would I be if I just sent you back on your merry way? Stay. Maybe take a bath." she refrains from saying 'you need it', even if she does quirk her lips in that amused smile that shows it was left at the tip of her tongue.

"And there's nothing wrong with the 90s, I will let you know." Awfully defensive about her club she is. Yet her gaze softens, "But I am being serious, stay."