A disturbing miracle

“Mr. Frankenstein!” In any other scenario, Meg would’ve slammed her head against the bar at the high-pitched sound of her own voice. Now, four Manhattans in, a really important part of her mind (the one that prevented joy, smiling, and throwing herself to give Victor a tight hug, just as she was doing now) had been shut-off for the night. “This is the last place–” She shook her head and sat back down, patting the stool next to her so he’d join. “I’ll do you… one better. I will buy you a drink on the condition I get to steal you away for the night.” Though Meg’s words were somewhat slurred, they were precisely what she wanted.

Victor was more than happy to see her, but the sudden hug did throw him off his rhythm. He wasn’t used to being this physically close to anyone in general, socialising in on itself was something he already struggled with. The fact that it was Megara hugging him made it both better and worse, because he was actually excited by the hug but also terribly nervous. Still, after his initial hesitation he moved to hug the woman back with a small, anxious smile. “The last place you would expect to see me? Believe me, I agree.” He replied with a small smile. He noticed her speech was slightly more drawn out than usual and wondered if she was intoxicated and that was the reason for her amount of excitement tat seeing him there. “I would... love that. Maybe then I can treat you to a round of some good appetizers, if they have any.” He said happily, taking his seat in the stool next to her and making a conscious effort to not let his eyes linger on her legs for too long. He failed and quickly looked up sheepishly.

“Thank you!” Aurora said with a curtsey. She nodded. “It’s extremely difficult. But, I’ve had a lot of practice. I’m trying to put it in my audition piece.”

Victor smiled. “My mom used to spend hours watching ballet recitals on TV back home. I remember we went to some live too, it’s quite impressive.” He nodded. “I’m sure you’re going to do great, percentage wise you have already gotten the spot if we consider the fact that you can land a fouetté.” 

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The Lab Buddies || Hannah+Victor+Gadget

“The future belongs to science and those who make friends with science.”

Meg raised one of her eyebrows, keeping her grin well at bay. “I’m well aware of what the salmons do when they get upstream, Mr. Frankenstein. If this was your plan all along, I’m definitely looking forward to reaching the top of this thing.” She finally grinned at Victor, leaving her reservations aside as her hand raised to pat his cheek. “I like that color on you.” Though she know exactly what she was doing, Meg was a bit taken aback at the warmth lingering over her hand– and the slight drop of her stomach. The guy managing the ride finally assigned them a pod and she breathed in relief, securely tugging Vic along in case she’d managed to push him to make a run for it– from her. “Off we go.”

“As long as my stomach doesn’t decide to follow their suit.” Victor replied, his eyelashes touching the top of his cheeks as he looked down, a little relieved she hand’t just cringed at his joke. His cheeks turned a darker shade of red as he felt her fingers brush his skin. “Uh, thank you. Well, I’m glad to hear that because it’s very common.” He replied, not sure if he was downplaying it or making it worse but not caring anymore. He let her pull him into their spot as he tried to clear the daze that seemed to have taken over his brain. “Fun, let’s see how big this island actually is.” He commented as he carefully lowered the protective bar over them.

“If I am to be yeeted into the sunset with anyone…” Meg answered playfully, giving herself a moment to think about it– before reaching out and taking Victor’s hand in her own. There had been enough time to play coy. She began walking towards the queue. “If we’re talking about optimal here… may I suggest we try the nachos after the roller coaster?”

Victor felt his neck and cheeks start to turn bright red and sighed, knowing there wasn’t anything he could do about it. His gaze linger on their hands before he intertwined his fingers with hers. “Ugh, yes I agree. I do not think the top of a not so trustworthy attraction is the best place for our epigastric flow to try and be like the salmons.” He joked. “Because they, uhm, swim against the current. So they go upwards.” The need to explain the joke came as soon as he finished and realized it was lame.

“If a donut and a churro made a baby, it would be a funnel cake! It’s basically a deep-fried cake dusted with powder sugar.” Gadget laughed at the second question asked. “As weird as it sounds, yes! The batter is poured into hot oil through a funnel and it ends up shaped like a spiral.” Then her eyes widened. “Wait, you never tried it?”

“Oh, well that sounds like about 200% of the recommended sugar intake of the day. I’m definitely having one.” Victor replied excitedly, somehow feeling like he was doing the most adventurous thing ever. “So it is also shaped like a funnel?” He lifted and eyebrow and grinned. “Nope, this would be my first!”

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He shrugged. “All I know is that my body feels like it should be not sleeping in bed, not at the juice bar.”

Victor nodded, wondering why he’d chosen those two particular things. “So what exactly does your body tell you you should be doing?” He asked curiously. 

Elsa jumped a bit at the sound of the man’s voice pulling her out of her thoughts. Smiling, she marked her place in her journal and nodded. “Oh, there’s no need to apologize; you’re right, it does get a bit more crowded around this time. Are you studying?”

“I’m sorry, I in no way intended to disturb you.” Victor quickly apologized sheepishly. “I am supposed to, yes. But I think my brain needs a small break in order for it to function at the top of it’s capacities right now.” He explained, pushing his head back from his forehead. “How about you?” It was a bit of an afterthought, he still struggled with the right queues to keep up a conversation sometimes. 

“If your angle is to turn me into a morning person, Mr. Frankenstein…” Meg eyed him for a moment, a slow smile breaking on her face. “…you might just be on the right track.” She internally squashed the weird feeling that crept over her chest at Victor’s gesture, immediately moving some of her stuff to the side of the table before motioning for him to join her. “You’re a gem. Does that mean you dipped your finger in it?” She chuckled, making eyes at him.

“I would never presume to do that. I’ve always been a night owl myself.” Víctor admitted. “Except for the mornings I’m wide awake because I never went to sleep in the first place and instead I ingested unhealthy amounts of coffee.” He confesses with a small smile. “But I do hope it helps brighten your morning a little.” He stared at her for a moment, trying to understand the implied meaning. Once he got it he coughed awkwardly and took a seat. “Oh, uh. I don’t think anyone’s ever called me sweet. But the barista did say it could give you a sugar rush.”