Who: Ben/Cronus & Molly/Hebe What: Molly hasn't been to work in two days. She's kind of freaking out. When: Midday - 2pm or so - Wednesday. Where A cafe near a park in the city.
She hadn't heard any voices, at least, but that was kind of cold comfort. The mysterious liquid was plaguing her. It was fragrant and gloriously gold and...literally every liquid she touched was fucking turning into it. It was killing her. She hadn't had coffee or booze in a day and a half, and all she wantd right now was a bottle of whiskey and some fucking caffeine. She could cry. Instead, she was tearing angry little pieces off the croissant she was "eating" and throwing them at the birds that were surrounding her.
It was her third pastry since she wasn't allowed to have any sort of liquid. She hadn't tried drinking the freaky drink yet.
How long could she go without water? She was already freakin' thirsty. This was like Midas and the golden touch.