closed starter for @ofalex at the Olympus Nightclub
She heard the main doors slam shut and felt her stomach drop. By some brilliant design, that was in definitely in violation of every safety regulation or fire code known to mankind, the cellar could only be unlocked from upstairs. It was why they kept a doorstop at the top of the stairs. Maeve knew she checked the doorstop before she came to finish the inventory. Maeve never quite outgrew the childlike fear of subterranean spaces. She always had to remind herself not to run up the stairs as quickly as she could.
Imagine her fury when she realized it was none other than Alex at the top of the stairs, trying to get service. She didn’t bother to stifle her groan. “Tell me this is a prank. Tell me you set up some hidden cameras, hid the doorstop, and plan to make a tik tok series about how your coworkers react to be trapped in the cellar.”
She didn’t look at Alex, not directly. Despite working in the same club for the past six years, the dialogue between the two of them would barely fill a sheet of paper. Maeve would have liked to keep it that way indefinitely.
“What did you even come down here for?”
