Anywhere but here.<br/><br/>That was where Lucinda would rather be, and as the woman descended in the elevator to the lounge, she was told one thing: don’t come home until early morning. The young woman had the gift (or curse, as she always said) of a baby face that betrayed her age, and her appearance had always turned heads whenever she walked into a room. Raven waves were carefully tied back into a low ponytail that still reached the middle of her back, and she eyed the place with eyes that showed both amazement and distrust about the kind of people who usually traveled to a beautiful establishment. Her mother, a socialite without the money to back her up, sent her here to meet with a mystery man that was only described as “perfect” in terms of advancing her family’s status while telling her nothing about his personality. Her olive skin stood out against a sapphire colored dress with a more conservative lace pattern on her three-quarter sleeves, straight neckline, and part of the ankle length skirt. She matched the dress with wide two inch heels of the same color to help with the stability, and she knew her eyes were going to draw people in due to their unusual color. They were a few shades paler than ice that currently had the blue hues showing up, and they held much reservation about what was to come as the doors opened to an unusual scene. Luce just missed a dance-off that left a lot of people in too much shock to respond, and the air seemed charged for some reason as she made her way to the bar, a few people giving her weird looks due to her slender frame and below average height making her look like a child rather than an adult that was of age to be drinking by a couple months, and she approached the bartender.<br/><br/>Lucinda had no idea what she was supposed to do or say, and that was considering the lack of information she was even given about the man she was supposed to be meeting here. “Hey, I’m supposed to be meeting someone here on a sort of blind date in the lounge, and I was given no information about them except for the fact that I’m meeting a guy. By chance, has a guy been asking about someone named Lucinda?” Her voice was light, almost melodic in a way, but it also didn’t help her to seem like she should even be in a lounge like this. She showed her ID to prove she was of age to be there, but there was an air of anxiousness about her. Her mind raced with the thought of what kind of man her mother, Sarafine, had set her up with, and she was ready to bolt before she steeled her nerves to at least get a drink. “While I’m waiting for him, can a get a recommendation for a drink? I don’t like to drink often, but I need to get my nerves under control before I grow too anxious to stay.” It was a slight challenge to get comfortable at the bar, but something just seemed different about this place compared to others that she’d been to. Maybe it was the couple that she witnessed the end of their conversation with the rather powerful looking woman having a girl’s night instead of spending time with a man that looked equally as powerful, or the guys that were appearing ready to have a third wheel join in their night out, but Luce needed to get out anyway since she was the bookworm of her family.<br/><br/>“Do you prefer Dion, or maybe... Dionysus, if the former’s a nickname?” Lucinda didn’t know why she asked if he wanted to be called the Greek god of wine and festivities, but for some reason, he<i>looked</i>like a Dionysus. The others also had the names of Greek gods and a goddess (she was a Greek mythology buff since childhood, after all), but she wouldn’t ever guess that she was in the same rooms as the very beings she studied. Once her drink was served, she took a delicate sip before silently reveling in the flavor. She resisted closing her eyes in case her blind date showed up, but she was still at a loss for who this guy was. Usually men weren’t up to her mother’s unreasonable expectations unless they appeared to come from money, and then they were as low as they could get as long as they could be milked for however long they were willing to spend money on her or the family. Another reason Luce hadn’t gone out much, and she had a scar on her collarbone from a knife that the last guy pulled on her in an effort to make her his forced trophy wife, and that resulted in a talk about having to be willing to do anything no matter the cost.<br/><br/>Any minute now, he’d show up... right?<br/><br/>(Willing to take on any god except for Zeus since she wouldn’t be able to handle him very well, and I wanted to jump in much sooner than now.)