#chat:meg

[wonderherc]

who: hercules & @peloponnesianminute where: the snuggly duckling

He'd come as soon as he'd gotten from one of the other Duckling bartenders that something had happened to Meg. Hercules had practically driven like a madman, at the kind of speed with which he would've been pulled over had anyone cared what was going on on the roads tonight. He refused to lose her like this--without her knowing just how much he'd grown to love her. They'd left things on the kind of note that would make a person forever regret not getting to take it all back, to tell her that he should've listened to her all along, and that nothing was more important than simply having her in his life.

It might've been some cruel prank, or maybe just a simple mistake, but the moment he burst into the Duckling, practically taking the door off its hinges, there she was: Meg, standing where he could usually find her, behind the bar. Her shirt was bloodied, but she was standing just fine, as though nothing had happened to her, after all. "Meg?" he called out, praying the vision of her looking unscathed wasn't just a dream. Herc approached the bar slowly, moving through the thick crowd. "What happened? Someone told me ... were you hurt? Are you hurt?"

[wonderherc]

Hercules almost laughed, that was how ridiculous it sounded to him. His own uncle would never try to kill him, why would he? He'd never even met him before he was almost murdered. Now, for all he knew, she was making things up to get him to not speak to him. What she had against him was still unclear, though, and all he could think was maybe she needed some time to process all of it. "Meg, he didn't try to kill me. He didn't even know me. He found me because I was teaching a spin class." She seemed so desperate for him to get her point, but Hercules wasn't understanding, not when he could feel that there was more she wasn't telling him. He shook his head at her sadly, hoping she would understand. There were some things he needed to find out for himself, even if she wanted to shield him from the truth--especially when it came to his family. "I can't just give up on him when he's the only one willing to take a chance on me. What kind of guy would that make me? I'll be careful, but I can't just do that to him. Not when I could be the only one he has, too. You have to trust that I can handle myself, Meg. I'll be fine."

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It wasn't computing, how his uncle was who he should be running from instead of to. Maybe she'd suffer consequences from warning him but Meg fought for something to say to change his mind. The more she said the more she put her head on the line. "Did you ever think that maybe he was looking for you? There was a guy who tried to kill you after all." The brunette hoped she was spelling it out for him without directly placing the words together. This was the very thing she'd been trying to protect him from and somehow he still walked right into his uncle's hands. "I... I know, I know you have." Meg saw where he was coming from but the information she withheld from him was the ace in the hole. The very thing she couldn't tell him was what would protect him. "I get that it sounds fucking crazy but please, you need to trust me on this. I wish I could tell you everything, I just can't." The more she tried to get out of the hole they were in, the deeper she dug. "He's not who you think." That being the tip of an iceberg she feared becoming a slippery slope. Meg had lost enough people to know she couldn't lose him. The world needed Hercules in it regardless of her deal with Hades.

[attaant]

who: atta & @peloponnesianminute

where: les deux comperes (idk if i spelled that right)

Ever since Hopper had taken an interest in this French restaurant, Atta had been a frequent customer. She wanted to get to know every inch of this place, as she couldn't enter the one room where her boss conducted his business. Instead, she brought the only female coworker she had along, hoping that it was enough to feel involved in her business Why Hopper had placed Atta with Meg, she didn't know, but he had seemed to underestimate their joint power, with the brunette already knowing the head chef at the restaurant. "Are we supposed to sit out here until they come out?" she asked, turning her back to where the men were in their private room. "I'm so over the idea of being sat out here. I can sit in there and be perfectly quiet! I don't know why it's so important to them that I'm not involved, but ... I don't really have a say," she said with a sigh, already tipsy with the wine she sipped from. "You don't have to stay with me, by the way. I feel terrible that he made you sit with me."

[specterpaige]

@rottingjudgement​: (from here)

Meg snorted, trying to figure out if that was a compliment or not. She is sure to Paige it is somewhat so she will take it as a temporary middle ground. “That’s….fair. I say I hate everyone with a stone-cold look on mine personally.” She smirked at the Specter, trying to figure out what she was angling for. “Is this….are we friends? Is that what is going on?” She was the last to know if anyone liked her so in Meg’s defense it was a genuine question. 

Paige nodded her head along to what Meg said, eyes turning down towards the ground, “you know.. you’re pretty badass for doing that.” She looked back up at Meg when she heard her question and Paige bit the inside of her cheek, “I don’t think we’re not friends, if that’s anything.” She bounced her foot a bit, “I know Parker and I can be a bit mischievous sometimes, but it’s like a fun way of letting someone know they’re alright, you know?” She smiled, “besides, anyone who doesn’t like Hades is good in my book.”

[wherethelightsmeet-kenai-blog]

Wait on me || Kenai & Meg

The night was much slower than normal. Which typically put Kenai in a grumpy mood. Busy nights not only made the shift go by faster, but the tips were nice when there was enough people around. Ruffling his hair he leaned up against one of the walls in the kitchen trying to keep himself busy. “Kenai! Table 4, now!” Jumping up a bit he nodded trying to smooth out his tie and look presentable, or at least like someone you’d want to tip. 

Walking towards the table he didn’t really pay attention to who was sitting there, the fight to get his pen free of his shirt pocket was taking all his time. Finally he reached into his back pocket to get his writing pad out. “Hi, I’m Kenai, I’ll be your server tonight, what can we get started for you?” he grumbled a bit focusing on trying to get his pen to write. 

[lucifermalak]

Suprise meeting you here

Hello, Meg.

I suppose you're doing well. Taken over an small countries today?

[wonderherc]

who: hercules & @peloponnesianminute where: on the way to les trois comperes

Hercules had, actually, been a whole ten minutes early to pick up Meg for their first date. The same one that she had technically asked him on after he hadn't beaten her to the punch, but he would be trying to make up for that the entire night. It was exactly why he'd taken up his soccer buddy's offer of coming by his fancy, schmoozy French restaurant to try and impress her. He had hoped that he wouldn't be causing some stir by taking her there, knowing that the two were friends, and accidentally leaking her personal life to someone who she might want to keep it from. But, Herc was more excited to take her there than worried that he might be setting his date up for failure.

"So, besides my famous smoothies, do you like French? 'Cause I was thinking, I've never tried the place Blaise is the chef at, and I know it's super fancy," he offered after picking her up. Herc mentally crossed every single one of his fingers that gripped the steering wheel that she would take his offer and let him take her to the best restaurant in town. "If you don't, that's totally cool, I know French food is not for everyone. I've never even tried it myself, actually, but ... I don't know, you make me feel a little adventurous," Hercules admitted, looking over at her as they hit a red light.

[wonderherc]

What she'd asked him was about the last thing he thought Meg would ever say to his face. Of course, he'd dreamed about asking her the very same question since the moment he'd laid eyes on her, but he never thought he would ever get here. Meg was just about the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen, someone way out of his league--he didn't deserve to even be given the time of day from her. Herc wasn't entirely a firm believer in tradition, but he should've been the one to ask her out, not the other way around. This just meant that he'd wasted so much time that could've been spent on another level that he'd wasted, because Hercules hadn't seen it sooner that she might like him, too.

"You want to go on a date with me?" were the first words he managed to sputter, still in shock. He didn't want to give off the impression that he didn't want this, though, and quickly, Herc shook his head at himself, breaking into a smile. "Sorry, I--I had to make sure I was hearing you correctly. Meg, I've ... I mean, I've wanted to ask you that for, uh, a while now, and I just thought there was no way you'd say yes." The grin on his face now was more giddy than ever, both overjoyed and still in disbelief. "Of course I will, yes. I'm taking you out, though, to make up for being an idiot."

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"Don't let them get to you, they're just fucking with you," she said giving him a gentle nudge. There might've been truth to what they were going on about but she didn't want him to worry. "I'll make sure they don't bug you again." As she'd be having a talk with them when she saw them next.

While they sat overlooking their small sliver of the world she could only imagine what Hades would think about this. She was coming to the conclusion that Hercules wasn't someone she'd help him hurt but knew if she wanted to protect him she'd have to keep up the act. Lying to him hurt and she knew that at any moment her sand castle could be washed away. That being said she wanted to enjoy these quiet moments for as long as they lasted, knowing once he found out she may not have the chance again. He was too good for a girl like her anyway, especially after all she'd done. Not like Meg had feelings for him or at least not one's she'd say out loud. His voice took her out of her thoughts and she turned to look at him. "About that, yeah, there was something I wanted to talk to you about." As much as she wanted to tell him she knew she couldn't if she wanted to keep him from Hades wrath. She needed more time. "I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date, you know, with me."

[xx-felicity-blog]

Off the Vine || Meg&Fel

Felicity looking around the kitchen. Her stomach rumbled and her mind craved a good conversation. What better way to kill two birds with one stone than finding someone who could accompany her with a picnic. "I don't even know what people like..." She spoke to herself as she made a few sandwiches , a typical classic to must picnics, some grapes, a couple water bottles, a think of apple juice incase her lucky winner wanted juice. "What else..." Felicity settled with some cheese and crackers and thought it was simple enough for a light meal and light conversations. Tucking everything away she did a small charm to safely and neatly tuck it away in her small backpack. The streets were still so packed she assumed finding someone wouldn't be too hard. Though it would be a bit odd to just ask someone to come have lunch with her. All along the way she had fingers crossed her eyes could settle on someone she knew, someone she thought would be kind enough to understand this was just typical Felicity behavior. Than she saw her, Meg. A grew came across her face. Now that Fel knew JJ's tie with her Fel wanted nothing more than to build a decent friendship with the girl . From what she knew Meg wasn't bad at all, though she'd need more time to truly settle with that feeling. Approaching her she smiled and lightly tapped her shoulder. "Meg? Hi!"

[punzieeeee]

This should've been the expected reaction, except, as Meg practically refused her help, Rapunzel could only insistently nod. She had to do this, no matter who saw her. Granted, it probably wasn't the wisest place to decide to heal someone, on this particular night, but Rapunzel couldn't think about that now, as the other girl's blood continued to pool. "I don't care about that--I care about you, okay?" Rapunzel's eyes darted to the brunette's side, where she clutched in pain. In just a moment, it would be like no one had ever touched her, and that was most important.

With her hair now free, Rapunzel bundled the ends and placed the lump of blonde gently on Meg's stomach, close enough to where she could see blood. It wasn't the best coverage she'd gotten on a wound, but it would do, for now. With a small smile, she took Meg's hand, the slight nod of her head an unspoken plea for her trust. Before she could object, Rapunzel began to sing, turning her hair and the light around them a glowing yellow.

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She was one of them, adding another person to Meg's Magical Protection List. While Hercules she'd known all along this one had been a surprise though the hair really should've given it away. Now wasn't the time to ask questions when time was running out for her by the second. "It's not safe, you can't," she groaned as she adjusted up against the brick wall. There were so many hunters around that even Meg couldn't be sure that no one had eyes on them. It would be risky for Rapunzel to expose her powers, even if the brunette would appreciate the help. "I'll be okay, it isn't worth the risk. You need to get inside before anyone sees you." The girl inhaled deeply, a sharp pain shooting through her as she instinctively grabbed her side. Her eyes stayed on the blonde's, her gaze somewhere between desperation and understanding. "I'm not worth it, it's okay." A small smile was offered in the hopes that she could protect at least one person that she cared about, feeling as though she'd already failed the other.

[angelangeliques]

"Angelique," she told the brunette with a grin, holding out her hand for a shake before bringing her glass to her lips and downing the tequila. "What's in a name, anyway? Isn't that something Shakespeare said?" It seemed that people who weren't French considered the culture fancy, but she was used to the Parisian way of life now, after being raised on it and traveling herself. "You mean to tell me a girl like you is here alone on a weekend? Unless you're waiting on someone, that is. I don't mean to assume," Angelique said with a raised brow, raising a hand to flag down the bartender for another round. "Either way, I better keep you company in the meantime. Where do you usually find yourself on a Friday, if it's not here?"

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Most girls that looked like her wouldn't have been as interesting to talk to since they usually had the personality of white bread. They were predictable but this one caught her eye. Alcohol always helped and women on most occasions simply were better company than men at a bar. "That must be what it is because I can fake that until I believe it. That's the thing no one knows if it's real or not so much as well have it." Meg said with a smirk and a slight turn as the woman moved closer. Now the night might actually be worth something. "Sounds fair to me." It hadn't been intended to get her to stick around long enough for another but she wouldn't be complaining about it. "Yeah, to confidence." She nodded to the blonde before bringing the shot glass up. "What's your name? It's gotta be something fancy, right?"

[angelangeliques]

Somehow, it seemed that the theory that opposites had, in fact, attracted Angelique to Meg. Though the brunette was more rough around the edges than Angelique was used to in a friend, she had to admit that it was quite nice to have someone who was always honest with her. She'd always appreciated things right to the point, even more so now that she was getting older. Angelique hadn't exactly retained many of her friends since coming back to the island, either, and it was nice to have someone who thought of her as a blank slate. Taking the glass from Meg, Angelique tapped her glass to the bartender's before taking a sip of the margarita she'd made, giving her a nod. "No, this is magnifique," she assured her, demonstrating her approval by taking another drink. "I like that philosophy. No point in doing anything if it's not done right. Tips are a nice bonus, though I'll have to figure out another way to show how extraordinare I think this is," Angelique added, giving her a wink.

who: @angelangeliques where: meg's apartment

The pair had been an unlikely one but Meg didn't mind the company Angelique offered. Tonight they were staying in, though most of the time they could be found drinking at a bar stool the week had been long for them both, regardless of it just beginning. Meg wasn't the kind to label anything and considered the blonde a friend of sorts. Having anyone close to her was dangerous so she was sure to keep Angelique at arm's length. The less people that she cared about and cared about her, the better. This was fun for the time being but she knew it had an expiration date, as everything in her life seemed to. Nothing was able to last when at the end of the day she belonged to someone, to Hades and in turn, Hopper. Attachments were to be avoided at all costs. The girl took a sip of the margarita that she'd made for them, nodding in approval to herself. "Sorry I'm a little heavy-handed," she said while the blonde took a drink herself. "Makes me get great tips though." A laugh stumbled out after, knowing bartending had brought a certain sort of system to how she made drinks now. "No point in drinking if it isn't strong."

[wonderherc]

After seeing his uncle, Hercules had a feeling that a conversation like this would be coming. He'd wanted to give her a chance to explain herself without Hades' intervention, to see how much she would tell him about her connection to his uncle. Herc watched carefully as she downed the drink, the numbing of the pain of the truth that was about to come, he could only assume. In stark contrast, he took a slow sip off the top of his, cautious.

Meg was jittery, restless, as though she needed to get this off her chest. Immediately, all he could do was wonder just how long she'd been keeping whatever this was from him--from back when they'd fought over his uncle in the first place? Longer? Still, he gave a gentle smile, a nod, following her away from the bar and toward some quiet. "Yeah, of course," he agreed. "You know, you can tell me anything," Hercules added sincerely, gently. "I mean that--even if it's about him."

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She didn't want it to end like this but a part of her knew it always had to. There wasn't a good way to break the news and it was only a matter of time before Hades had outed her to Hercules. The girl exhaled heavily, the burn of liquor coming through her nose, knowing what inevitably had to come next. "Can you make that two?" She signaled to the bartender who poured another double that Meg took down half of and held out the rest for him. "There's a lot I need to tell you or as much as I can. I should've done it earlier but," the girl's voice teetered off as she avoided the words, feeling self-aware of their surroundings. "Do you wanna go for a walk with me?" Meg asked partially to delay the inevitable and to make sure no unwanted eyes or ears were nearby. "I have some explaining to do." That putting things lightly.

[wonderherc]

Something was off, though Hercules couldn't quite yet tell what. Maybe Hades had told her he'd spilled the beans on their working relationship, or something else he didn't yet know about. Whatever it was, it clearly had Meg needing the courage and numbing of alcohol, having ordered herself a double shot of something strong. "Just a beer," he replied casually, "unless you think I need something stronger than that." Hercules raised a brow, giving her the space to admit to what had been off between the two before he could ask her directly. He didn't want to start the night on the wrong foot, but the thought of her not telling him about how she knew Hades was itching at the forefront of his mind. "So, I was talking to my uncle, and I didn't know you two worked together," he began, nonchalant as he opened the door to the elephant in the room. "You could've just told me that was how you knew him, you know, when we ... when it was a topic of conversation." It was as gently as he could approach the subject, having only his uncle's side of context on their relationship. As much as he cared about Hades, he cared for Meg, too, and it was only after hearing her side of the story that he could see the whole picture of what she'd been keeping from him.

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Tonight her lies would come to fruition and she was already dreading what would inevitably happen. A drink was her best bet for getting through the night, struggling to even look him in the eyes knowing what would come later. She tried to force a smile after his greeting but the brunette faltered, deciding to turn her attention to their destination instead of getting caught in the moment. Maybe that was the problem from the beginning when Meg stopped seeing him as a job but something more. "Yeah, something like that," she replied to the habit she couldn't seem to break which had more in common with him than he knew. If she could've thrown him out like her cigarette bid she wouldn't be drawing blood from chewing the inside of her cheek. Meg found solace when they got to the bar as if it was her first chance to breathe since his arrival. "Double shot of whiskey for me." That being the least amount she'd need to coat her throat for the words she'd have to find momentarily. "What about you? Pick your poison," she asked, finally meeting the eyes she'd been avoiding, a smile immediately softening her scowl once they interlocked.

[wonderherc]

The revelation that Meg had been working for Hades had come out of left field. Hercules hadn't approached the subject since his uncle had told him the true nature of their relationship, and, knowing that they were both going to be at the party he was attending, it seemed he was going to leave the matter still untouched. The last thing he wanted was to corner her in front of the man she apparently had reason to want to stay away from. As he approached the hotel, he spotted Meg outside, a cloud of smoke blurring her face as he gave her a wave. "Hey, you," he greeted, placing a kiss to her cheek as he reached her. "I didn't know you smoked. Guilty pleasure?" He knew it wasn't the healthiest habit, but but there were worse things she could engage in. Maybe she was just as nervous as he was for this crossover inside to occur. As much as he was itching to mention his uncle, there was still a chance the opportunity would present itself if they were to run into him inside the hotel. "I thought you'd never ask. What're you having tonight?"

- timeskip -

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While she hadn't initially wanted to go to the event it was her boss's attendance that assured her own. The last thing she was going to let happen was Hercles at the same event as his Uncle without her watchful eye, it had been enough knowing they were in casual conversation. That was where she came in. The brunette was playing both sides with impending doom approaching, her series of lies started to get tangled in the truth and the ones Hades had created. Somewhere amidst all of it, she'd developed actual feelings for the mission, a man who deserved far better than she had provided or would ever be able to. Hercules was more than any of the gods could wish to be, uncorrupted by his ego with a heart of gold that she knew she'd eventually break. Meg waited outside of the hotel for her date's arrival and took the opportunity to light up a smoke which was just another bad habit she couldn't quit. It didn't come as a surprise that after a few puffs, he was walking up to her meaning the night had officially begun, no longer able to hide beneath her smoke cloud. "You clean up nice, Wonderboy," Meg smirked once he was within earshot. The cigarette was put out on the cement wall behind her before tossing it to the ground and taking hold of her date's arm instead. "You think you can help a girl find a drink around here?"

[wonderherc]

It wasn't exactly what he was expecting her to do, to simply start to walk out of the bar without so much of a second thought, but Hercules wasn't going to complain--he would take any opportunity to make up for lost time with Meg. As she headed toward the door, Hercules reached for her hand as she guided them out of the crowded bar. Maybe it was too early to make such a gesture, given how long it had taken him to ask her out to begin with, but Herc kept his hand in hers as they headed down the street, simply praying she wouldn't let go. The Lair wasn't nearly as packed as the Duckling had been, the clubbers blissfully unaware, or simply ignoring, of what had happened outside the walls that night. He took a stool beside her, grateful to be somewhere they could talk without risk of eavesdropping over the loud music. "To making it out of the shitshow," he proclaimed as their beers arrived, tapping his glass to hers before he drank. "Y'know, by chance, I guess. I'd taught a class at Phil's earlier today, and I figured I'd just stay after to work the desk--people wanted to go to the boardwalk, and I didn't mind doing it. I was just at the right place at the right time," he admitted with a shrug, the story not entirely exciting. "And you're sure you're okay? I didn't miss anything big, did I?" Hercules quickly added, unsure if she simply hadn't wanted to tell him earlier with a crowd around them.

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Meg had done it again. She'd gotten herself into a sticky situation where her feelings were getting ahead of her better judgment but this one really seemed different. He wasn't like anyone else she'd ever met, let alone dated. It was because of how special he was that Meg had known exactly what she needed to do which was make sure Hades didn't sink his claws into his nephew. If anything happened to him now, that blood would be on her hands and she couldn't, no, she wouldn't let that happen. "Well, in that case..." the brunette teased as she jokingly considered taking it back to see him do just that. If only things could be simple. Meg wondered if she'd never gotten twisted up with Hades if they could've met by chance at the bar and been able to give themselves to each other entirely. Then again that was the very same thing she promised herself she'd never do after the mistake that was her ex-boyfriend. "Let's get the fuck out of here," the girl responded with her head nodding towards the door and her feet following with Hercules in tow. There had been enough shenanigans at the Snuggly Duckling for one day and Meg was long overdue for a drink of her own. He was led just a few buildings down to The Lair where she frequented after her shifts for a nightcap. "Two stouts," Meg orders once they arrive at the bar and she can sit for the first time in hours. "So how did you get so lucky and happen to avoid the shitshow?"