“A Girl’s Night Out”<br/><br/><br/>These were living, breathing people.  Everyone around her had a pulse and was not directly related to her. Her nervousness quickly transformed into excitement, though she was still rooted to her spot in front of the elevator. She was incredibly unsure of what to do and how to act, and just standing there staring at everyone couldn’t possibly come off as friendly. At this point she was just trying to work herself up to go and try to interact with someone, anyone, but her anxiety quickly return and she was beginning to regret her decision.<br/><br/><br/>She had no idea how to act. The most she felt she would do is embarrass herself so badly she would never be able to return to he mortal realm and worst of all, prove her father right. And that is the last thing any child wanted to do. With that finally thought she had hyped herself back up, ready to make sure she had the best night of her life and she slowly started to walk away from the elevator.<br/><br/><br/>As soon as she made the move she was stopped in her tracks. She made eye contact with a God. Her confusion was evident on her face though she felt as though she should have expected to see other Gods and Goddesses since there was a literal elevator from the underworld. She took a second to examine the man before her and a smile spread across her face causing her dimple to deepen, “Dionysus.” She spoke, remembering seeing his face in a few of the many story books that Hades had in his vast library.<br/><br/><br/>The brown haired girl bowed her head slightly out of respect before looking back at him. Daughter of Hades and Persephone. That’s all she was and thats all she was ever going to be if it was left up to her father. Kairós. The name bestowed upon her under her fathers will. She exhaled and forced her smile to come back, “I accept, thank you.” She replied sweetly.