Ouroboros || Phoebe & Cain
Phoebe had never been to PDT before, even after a decade-plus on the Lower East Side, so when her phone’s GPS had directed her to a hot dog joint (complete with a light-up 3D “Eat Me” sign hanging over the awning), she’d been ready for a prank. But the Crif Dogs staff had steered her towards a pay phone, where they took her name down; and then the booth that the phone had been in turned out to be a door; and once Phoebe was led through it, Please Don’t Tell finally came into view, a private, themed speakeasy with framed rules of etiquette resting on the bar, emblazoned with a bright red snake eating itself.
She was definitely impressed. It wasn’t something she liked to admit to easily, but the commitment to aesthetic and atmosphere alone would’ve won Phoebe over, even if she'd walked in off the street. On a date, with these kind of drinks and food available, it was even more undeniable-- and she was struggling to decide whether or not to let herself be charmed by it all in advance, before even finding Cain.
But Phoebe'd barely flicked through the glossy menu before spotting a familiar face out of her peripheral vision. She grinned and raised her arm straight in the air, light glinting off the metal at her wrist to try and catch his eye. "Hey there, stranger. Aren't you full of surprises?" Once he was closer, Phoebe angled the menu his way, and pointed at the bar logo, adding, "You didn't mention Esau was a model."
