Who: Logan Fox and Thalia Grayson What: Revelations that even Logan couldn't predict. Where: Happy Endings, Chicago When: Sunday evening, September 16th, 2012 Warnings: God of Mischief, God of Thunder? Yep, this'll end well.
In the months since his (superficially) disastrous party, Logan Fox had been lying low. Not quite out of sight – there was rebuilding to be done, after all – but for the most part, out of mind. For two months, he gave the Avengers no reason at all to confront him, or try to stop him before he stopped them. He allowed them to regroup and to plan for the worst because that was the game he played. It wasn't straightforward, and it damned well wasn't obvious. He wanted them to plan for the worst, because in their heart of hearts, they truly had no idea what the worst could be. The demon raised from Hel had been a test; the party that had decimated his place of business another. Now, the tests were over. He wanted them to be prepared for what came next. No point in an easy win.
That, however, was a train of thought for another time, though it was never very far from his mind. Tonight, he was overseeing the last of the preparations before Happy Ending's reopening on Wednesday. September 19th wasn't the most auspicious of dates, nor would it be the most auspicious of occasions – the club was simply opening its doors to its patrons again, without pomp or circumstance. If anything, it would be the opposite. Business as usual, a normal day at an exclusive club. If they Avengers got wind of it, if Peyton decided to "work" for him again, if Loki's gender-bent brother decided to make an appearance? So be it. Logan was just trying to make some money again. Superficially, anyway. Nothing was ever quite what it seemed with him, and this was no difference. Appearances were always deceptive.
Especially in Happy Endings. Logan's inspection was very nearly over, visiting every nook and cranny with his assistant behind him, dictating what was acceptable and what was not. He'd redesigned the place to suit his needs, with spells embedded in certain places and security cameras hidden in others, but the main focus was still the stage, of course. The ultimate distraction with endless entertainments to keep his guests from realizing how vulnerable they were under his roof. That was his last visit, and he took the steps one at a time, hands in his pockets as he strode in from stage left. He looked out at the club and nodded, satisfied. This would do.
"Call the staff and inform them I want them here on Monday to resume the jobs I've been paying them for not doing the past two months." His assistant nodded and hastily scribbled a note on her clipboard, then just stood there, waiting expectantly. Annoyed, Logan shot her a brief, backwards glance before turning his back on her. "You can go," he added dismissively, and she did just that, scurrying away like the little coward she was. Logan liked that, as did Loki. It was much better, in the end, to be feared rather than loved. Much better indeed.