[OTA] Until the Sun Comes Up Over Santa Monica Boulevard

[acomedicgenius]

Thalia loved all of her little charges without a doubt, the ones that stretched from Tokyo to London to New York City, but there was a soft spot in her heart for Hollywood. Maybe it was the energy of the place, she thought. Or maybe it was the fact that it was one of the only places in the northern hemisphere where she could rent herself a shiny red Corvette and drive down Rodeo Drive with the top down and a pair of sunglasses perched on her nose.

In January.

She wasn't driving at the moment. The car was parked on the side of the street and Thalia was parked on the hood with her sunglasses perched on her head and a wild grin on her face. The kind of grin that bespoke trouble for someone, undoubtedly.

Or maybe - possibly - for everyone.