Suzanne
***Red and pink hues greeted Calliope as she stepped into the Nectar Bar near the lounge of Eros's Enclave. Though she was never one for being out so late, she was feeling a bit spontaneous. Since living in Olympian she had made very few friends, confining herself to her father's forge most of the time. In her spare time, she remained in her room reading or listening to her favorite songs. It was a quiet life she lived, yet also a complicated one. Things had improved with her father... But her trust for him wasn't completely there yet. She was unsure of him still, but she was trying her best after her outbursts towards him. She had left a note for him that she wouldn't be home till much later in the night. The normally shy woman of twenty one wished to try something different for once.*** 

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***In an instant, she regretted her decision to do this. She felt out of place amongst the crowds of people, even more so when eyes lingered her way. Many were dressed to impress, she felt almost too underdressed for this. Having decided on a pair of her favorite black jeans, with one of her more revealing tops in her own opinion. A corset style that tied in the front, the bust somewhat of a low cut. Black lace detailing ran along the bodice to her sleeves, which were purely made of lace. Calliope had decided to sport jewelry of her own creation, a gold, ruby necklace with its matching pair of earrings and a small ring she wore on her right hand. Her blonde hair falling in soft, natural waves down her back. Which she immediately tucked behind her ears out of her own nervousness. She wore small bow heels that did little for her short stature, maybe adding half an inch to her height. All in all, it was a far cry from her usual daily wear. And she was feeling a bit uncomfortable in it.*** 

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***Calliope shook her head, willing herself to approach the bar. Swiftly weaving between people, finding herself towards the corner of the bar where there was less of a crowd. Soft music playe

D in the air, a mixture of romantic songs that ranged from sweet to explicit. Her green eyes scanned the crowds, women and men flirting with one another who would either make out or leave for more private affairs. She wondered if she truly picked the wrong bar to be at, but there was no turning back now. She sat upon one of the stools, ordering one of the drinks the bartender had to offer her. Callie hardly ever drank, and that meant she didn't drink at all. She tapped her nails against the bartop while she waited for her drink, observing all that were at the bar. Once her drink arrived, she swiftly took a long drink. Enjoying the sweet taste that filled her mouth and made her taste buds tingle. It wasn't long before she finished it, ordering yet another... And another...*** 

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***What Callie failed to understand was that she was a lightweight, after only two she began to feel the buzz of the alcohol thrumming through her. The third only intensified that feeling. She felt much more confident, bold even. Searching for something unknown in the variety of people that hung about. Green eyes glossed over slightly, she stood a bit unsteady from her stool. Gaze lingering... Searching for someone of interest. Why she was doing this? She wasn't entirely sure herself. Callie had never done this, it was a first for her. At least she had her phone safely tucked away in her pocket, in case she would need to call her father. She certainly wasn't going to be driving home, hence why she took a cab here. She planned to have fun, all she needed now was to find some company who would indulge her a bit.***
Keith
Learning the city was as much as a necessity than it was a want. Marco didn't have a long history of going out to bars, preferring to stay in and drink with a small number of company, one or more, but never more than three. 

Though, seeing the venue was much more important. His gaze has lingered high in the corners of the club, taking in the decor and style that was created in his father's honor. 
The two of them had only met a couple of times since their first time out in the plaza, but Marco was already a man in his prime and could do some investigating of the mortal side on his own. It was something he was used to, anyways.

After being stopped by a few very excited people - those who had mor energy for strangers than they knew what to do with - he made his way to the bar. 
At first, Marco didn't see the entirety of the people present, having kept hos head a bit down as he approached for a drink. 
Blonde in a flash of light caught his eye to the right of himself, finding there was a young woman much closer to him than he'd previously noticed.

**"Oh, I'm sorry. I hope I wasn't in your way.."** 
Marco's eyebrows furrowed in concern as he met the glassy gaze of the woman- clearly drunk. 
Her round face and pale blue eyes were nearly doll like, even more with the rosy tint from the alcohol. The black of her outfit synchronized her, instead of clashing. She was pretty. 

Not wanting to appear creepy, Marco went quiet, patiently waiting for a drink he'd order just before he'd noticed the woman.
Suzanne
***Calliope only just now noticed the young man. Her green eyes peering up at him, lips parting slightly. Wow he's attractive, she thought to herself. Giggling, she leaned against the bar on her right arm, head in her palm lollling a bit as she admired him. Unlike her usual behavior, she didn't hide the fact she was checking him out. Would she regret this in the morning? Most definitely she would.*** 

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"No no... Definitely not in my way." ***She grinned lazily.*** "You are cute, who might you be? I'm Calliope, but many like to call me Callie for short." ***Her words came out a bit slurred, but not too much that he wouldn't understand her. Callie looked towards the bartender, giving him her best doe eyes for yet another drink in case he decided to cut her off. When he obliged, she happily turned her attention back to the stranger.*** 

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***She couldn't get it out of her head that he was good looking, it was almost unfair really. She twirled her blonde hair with her index finger, trying to look somewhat impressionable for him. She couldn't know if she looked absolutely ridiculous or not.*** "You know it's like my first time out- I have to say I am soooo excited" ***She spilled, giggling as she spoke.*** "I never knew clubs could be so fun"
Keith
Marco was instantly intriqued by her name, and even more flattered by her gaze. His own eyes made a dash down to her lips and tip of her fingers, down to her shoes. 

**"Callipoe,"** He repeated, letting the vowels lingers on his tongue momentarily. His drink had arrived and it was set next to him, and he gave it some consideration for how her name paired with the alcohol. 

**"Mm-"** He gave a little noise of approval for the drink, before letting the glass once more rest to the bartop. 

**"My name is Marco. It's a pleasure."** 
He seemed a little nervous to be talking to a girl who was clearly much too drunk to be hitting on him, but perhaps he could help her sober up some. 
She was talkative, and beyond the obvious inebriation, he had a feeling she might be good company. 

Marco took a seat down next to her. 

**"Is it? I hope you don't mind me joining you, then. It's my first time tl this club as well. Are you... Amish?"** 

The question was posed playfully, yet warm and unaccusatory.
Marco was not Amish, but the way she spoke to him about being out to a club for the first time ever - given how young she looked - he wondered if this was a coming of age thing that the amish allowed their children to do when they became adults. 
And even if she wasn't, perhaps it would make a good joke.

**"Which part is your favorite? The drinking or the dancing? Because I can tell you that both can be fun in tandem, but only doing the former will change your mind very quickly if you don't metabolize some of the alcohol in your system. You might very much hate yourself at two in the morning,"** Marco jested, smiling at her.
Suzanne
***Calliope smiled flirtatiously at him, hardly noticing the bartender pushing her drink towards her. She lifted the glass to her lips, taking a generous sip before setting it back down onto the bar.***

"It-it is a pleasure Marco." ***She giggled, slurring her words a bit. The alcohol had done more than she expected. She felt more bold and confident, and far more sociable than her usual. A thought of doing this more often popped into her head.*** 

"No no I am definitely not Amish! You may join me, you are very good looking by the way. It would be dumb to say no to you."

***So far he seemed nice, respectful to her even. She wasn't the most experienced when it came to men, but she must be doing something right for him to still be talking to her. His little joke made her laugh lightly in response, she couldn't even blame him if he thought her Amish. Most women her age had already done so much, even continuing to live their lives to the fullest. Calliope was trying to change that though, she felt she needed to live her life more.*** 

***Playfully, she tilted her head as if in deep thought. Tapping her chin with her index finger, she grinned and spoke up. She spoke rapidly, her words either making sense to his ears or not at all.***

"Both! I never knew I could dance the way I do and the alcohol is tasty! So many of the drinks I've gotten are sweet, and I have been dancing like crazy and wow it is super fun. I do hate how hungry its making me though, but I try to quench it with the alcohol. Do you like both? Or do you like drinking? Or do you like dancing more?" ***She questioned rapidly, still smiling and swaying in her seat to the music."

***The alcohol was clearly hitting her even more. She felt light like a cloud, her mind a bit fuzzy. Everytime she spoke it was like she didn't think of her words. They simply spilled out whether she would like it or not. Everything was feeling like a complete blur, and she was loving it. No worries of what others thought, her shyness being suppressed so she could freely speak without any concern. Which... She picked up her glass again. She had almost forgotten about her sweet drink. Pressing the rim to her lips, she tilted her head back and down her drink quickly. At first she'd have choked, but after a few she got the hang of it. She set the empty glass back down, turning her attention back to Marco the cutie... Did she really just think that?***
Keith
Marco's thick eyebrows furrowed, watching the smaller slur and rock a little in her seat as she spoke to him. She spoke too quietly for him to truky understand her and she was... Nearly sloshed to day the least. It was becoming incredibly apparent that she didn't have any friends here, or anyone to pace her. 
Out of concern, Marco found himself staring at the bartender and making some signal for him that she reached her cut off. 
She had complimented him, called him good looking, though he was much too sober himself to really place it as genuine. 
Marco's own upbringing wouldn't allow him to take advantage of a girl who was intoxicated - nor would his own level of respect for a other human.

Another drink was slid to Calliope, however it was water.

**"I think the bartender likes you.."** He started, smirking softly at the blonde. 
**"Not just anyone can get the house special."** 
The drink was a clear liquid, flavored lightly with a simple syrup and a sprite base, garnished with a cherry and little orange twist. 

It was just really fancy water.
Marco hoped the carbonation would help some of the indigestion from the alcohol. 

The beat of the song changed to something with a rumba pace and Marco looked out to the dance floor. 
Suddenly, he felt responsible for the new friend he was making. 

**"Why don't we go out to the dance floor? Hanging out at the bar is no place for a pretty girl like you."** 
Marco held out his hand, and when she took it, he instructed silently for her to twirl once by bringing her arm up. 
It always some how signified universally for someone to take a little spin. 
The demigod's lips pulled into a smile as he lead her to the dance floor, shifting his hips and taking steps rhymically until they were admist the sea of bodies.

The music was so loud out here that there was no other way to speak than by phsyical touch and visual cues. Marco allowed some space between them as he shuffled in place, cognizant

Of the rest of the people around him, but equally taking up space with confidence.