Thalia (amusing_muse) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2021-03-10 20:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | much the miller's son, thalia |
WHO Thalia and Much
WHEN Wednesday evening
WHERE Diogenes Club
WHAT New friends!
WARNINGS TBA
Thalia was in a good mood tonight, one born mostly of stubborn determination and bolstered by the frenetic energy of the gig that had just ended, an indie comedy night at a hole-in-the-wall bar where the punters’ knees knocked against the cramped platform of a stage. The venue was only a couple of blocks from Diogenes and the night was still young, so Thalia decided to walk over. The wind nipped at her legs through her tights (her dress tonight was an orange-and-yellow llama print, presently bundled beneath a shockingly fuchsia coat), but the outside air felt refreshing after the cramped confines of the comedy room. She had reason to be optimistic, she told herself as she walked. Her sisters had been going through some dark times while she’d been away, and that had been tough to learn, but the light was bright on the horizon. Clio was healing; she’d been in Ireland a few days and already she was sounding more relaxed. Artemis was taking care of business, making sure the Sheriff of Nottingham didn’t hurt Clio’s boy or his friends again for a long time. Erato would find a new romance to sweep her off her feet soon, and Theo had Calliope and her aunts to help mend her broken heart. And Melpomene… Stepping off the kerb, Thalia misjudged her footing and stumbled, the world for an instant turning uncertain and unsteady again. She regained her balance swiftly and shook off the feeling. They’d work something out for Melpomene. They would. Calliope and Apollo were already on the case. Diogenes looked just as she’d left it. Thalia slipped quickly through the public bar to the members-only back area. A bright smile split her face as she stepped inside to find Kratos, her old protector and one-time babysitter, manning the door. She knew he wouldn’t have time to talk right now – he was too busy looking tough and intimidating – but that didn’t stop her from throwing her arms around him in a tight hug and pressing a kiss to his cheek. (This, on second thought, probably undercut the tough-and-intimidating thing a tiny bit.) Grinning, she made her way to the bar and slid onto a stool. |