WHO: Sophie and Madden WHERE: Fancy Country Club in town. WHEN: Early Afternoon WHAT: Meeting.
Sophie had learned long ago that she enjoyed attention. Not necessarily in a bad or good way, it was just a fact she'd realized. Often, her proclivity towards trouble would make it seem bad, but she truly didn't mean any harm. She liked having eyes on her, liked being seen and known and appreciated. Her family had a lot of perfect, brilliant people in it so she'd never gotten that feeling there. Forced to find it elsewhere, trouble was born.
As she grew, feeling more and more suffocated by her family, she'd learned that if she surrounded herself with people her family thought "bad" then they tended to look at her more. Appreciate her more. They'd talk about her and involve her more. This was ultimately what guided her migration towards people and places that made them look. The beautiful angel was more than a little naive in her interactions but having those who would always pull her out of harm's way in the knick of time skewed her perception more than a little. Someone would always be there to save her so she could pretend she was big and bad and could save herself.
Sophie had always had a tendency to get into trouble most when she was bored, as boredom is the first sign of becoming invisible (in her opinion). After several months of dating Remy, the tiny angel had begun to think of herself as roguish and bold. The reaction from her family had been so spectacular, she knew she'd have to work hard to surpass it now that they'd parted ways. Which had brought her to this country club. Looking as if she were the belle of a very innocent ball, Sophie was hoping to ensare the attentions of a particular young man. One who was rumored to have considerable connections to one's "deepest desires". Sophie didn't know exactly what she desired so deeply other than to find out but she didn't care. She wasn't afraid. She could handle it, just like one of those badass Bond girls.
The minute she'd arrived at the club, however, it was quickly obvious (at least to anyone else) that she was in over her head. Everyone oozed power, they radiated it, and there were several pairs of hungry and predatory eyes that followed her as she traversed the room. Sophie wanted them to look, of course, but she didn't quite consider what could happen if they decided to stop looking and start acting. A few leaned into each other conspiratorially as she breezed by, hands moving to weapons or notebooks that they would glance at before putting away. The weapons remained hidden, at least to those who didn't know what to look for, and Sophie was blissful as she continued on her mission. She had to find the leader and zero in on him before anyone else.