Megara

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“Ugh!” Roxanne stared down at her skirt, which was covered in coffee, and stopped trying to pat the napkin against the stain. Her eyebrows pinched together and she threw her hands up in exasperation. “This guy had the audacity to blame me for runnin’ into him–causin’ him to spill coffee all over me–and then try to flirt with me instead of apologizin’! Can you believe that someone can be so vain and oblivious?!”

Meg shook her head slightly, staring down at the large coffee stain on the fabric. “Men only want one thing. You’re a cute girl, he saw the chance and he took it. Not saying it was a smart move, but most men aren’t that smart.” 

“Then we will order pizza, but I think it’s important to try new things,” he said simply as he grabbed a plate and stood near his casserole.  “Hmm, how many brothers do you have exactly?” he asked, his own brothers slipping into his mind.  He left Rag, Kill, and Pol behind in Crookneck, but his mind wandered to them often.

“Well I’m neither in your home or in the casino, so yes, you’ve been in different places than I have.” It’d be a bit weird if he’d be in either of those places. Okay, he might pop by at Meg’s place, but most of the time they certainly were from different worlds and spent their time in different places. “I don’t think red is boring. But what color were you thinking of? Blue? Green? A rainbow? I can’t imagine you going for blond or brown.”

☼*·ﾟCHUCKLING, he turned to face the two machines left. Part of Ralph hated how much he loved to exercise, because it made his friends a little upset sometimes. But it was part of whom he really was. “I was going to have you do two more machines, but if you really don’t want to, we don’t have to. I’m not going to force you.” Pursing his lips, Ralph turned to face the yoga mats. “Why don’t we just stretch out your muscles and make our stomachs happy? And maybe you can update me on your life.”

Bending at the waist, Meg let out a breath of relief. “That I can do. Yoga and stretching is easy.” She murmured as she walked over to where the mats lay out on the ground. Kicking off her shoes and setting them beside the mat, Meg sat down and quickly began working her already aching muscles. “Well, an update on my life? Nothing super interesting has happened recently.” She lied easily. “Did some work around the casino, oh and my brother came into town.” 

Jack followed her, chuffed with the compliment as he moseyed into the kitchen to set it down on one of the counters.  “It’s something called ‘tater tot casserole,’” he told her as he turned to look at her.  “I hope it’s good.  Is Haemon your brother?”

“Well, maybe it’s waste of time for you, but not for me.” After all, it wasn’t Meg’s job to think where Hugo used the time from his days. ”I’m doing good! But I’ve been around, maybe you just have been in other places than I have. How are you?”

“I’ve really only been in two places the past few weeks. And that’s home and the casino.” Meg pointed out. Running her fingers through her red locks, the woman hummed. “I’m alright, just tired as per usual. I’m also thinking about changing up my hair color, this red is getting boring.” 

“Somehow people always assume that the solution is to settle down and have kids. While I’m sorry it didn’t work out for you I will say that I think you may have dodged a bullet.” Seth had the passing thought wondering if that was insensitive of him to say, if perhaps he was overstepping his bounds. When a smirk passed her lips he stopped his worrying. “Me? Ah, well, not a lot of offers given the bad publicity surrounding Munro’s passing.” He scrunched his nose up, glancing away from Meg briefly. “Plus I haven’t exactly been looking.”

“I guess you could say that. But, the person I had planned on marrying is now marrying my younger brother, so I am going to be stuck seeing them at any family event I deem fit to actually show up to.”  She wasn’t bitter. At least she tried not to be. The weeks previous visit from her brother had left a taste in her mouth she’d yet to get rid of. Looking up to meet his gaze, or at least try to, Meg chuckled. “Well, if you ever need someone to play the part, I wouldn’t mind filling in.” She said with a bit of a joking tone.

Hugo raised his brow at the question. “And what if I have?” he asked in return, not really seeing why it would be a bad thing if he had been here for a while now. Which he obviously had, just not his hands clasped together the whole time. That was just few minutes in so far.

“That just seems a little bit like a waste of time if you ask me.” She teased with a bit of a smirk. “How have you been Wonder Boy? I feel like I haven’t seen you around at all lately.” 

ツ*.:::.* ONE OF EDNA’S favorite moments of being a fashion designer was having clients incredibly thrilled by the creation of new outfits. she had a list of a few clients that would be perfect test subjects for new dresses. meg was one of these. when the girl walked into the store, a smirk grew across her face, not at all expecting this much excitement. “yas! spin for me, dahling! you look stunning! i knew this dress would be perfect for you.” chuckling softly, she pursed her lips. “i could create an event for you. i’m sure we could find somewhere for you. would you like to try the shoes and head piece i created for them too?”

“There’s more that goes with this?” Meg just about squealed as she spun on her heel toward Edna. “Yes please, I want to try everything.” She said doing one final spin before taking a seat in the middle of the floor. The way the dress puffed out around her made a smile spread across her lips. “Honestly Edna, I don’t know how you do this. But, it just looks too good to be true half the time. I think that one suit you made me is still forever going to be my favorite piece of clothing.” Getting back up from her spot, she slid her hands down her sides and just about fainted when she found the best thing ever on a dress. “Edna! It has pockets?!”

Dimitri had walked away from a deal with a smirk on his face as he counted the bills in his hand. Stowing them into his wallet and shoving it into his back pocket, he looked up at the face in front of him. “What a gorgeous face on such a beautiful day. And who am I supposed to thank for that gift?” @sunnysidestarters

Arms crossing over her chest, Meg just scoffed a bit at the compliment. “Seriously Dimitri? You’ve already forgot what I look like? And here I thought we were actually friends.” Pushing her oversized sunglasses off her nose and into her hair, she tried to give him her best pout. 

“Figured you seemed hungry enough to eat mine and yours so I’d rather get you some as well.” Seth teased lightly. He watched Meg’s movements, studying each shift of her body. Everything seemed so deliberate. “Children of any age are a burden, well into adulthood in some cases.” He countered, taking a sip of his drink. “I imagine, then, you’re none too fond of the idea of settling down?” He wasn’t sure why he proposed the question, it had simply floated to the surface of his mind and let itself out of his lips.

Scoffing abit, Meg lifted her drink to her lips once more. Watching the dark liquid swirl around her glass, the woman shrugged. “I don’t know, I did at one point. Wanted to settle down, do the whole marriage have kids and a house in the suburbs. But, there were some things that happened that have now permanently changed that idea for me. So no, until someone manages to change my mind, I’m not about to settle down.” Eyes flicking up to meet his, she let a smirk paint her lips. “What about you? I’m sure you get applications on the daily to be your spouse.” 

“Oh, hey Meg”, he said happily, not minding at all the fact Meg was being skeptic here. Hugo was sure even someone like Meg would be curious what he had hidden in his hands. But he wouldn’t show it right away, she’d have to wait a bit. “How are you?”

Looking a bit warily at his closed hands, Meg took another step forward before folding her arms across her chest. “I’m fine Hugo. Please tell me you haven’t just been standing here for awhile with your hands closed waiting for someone to pass by.” 

“I wanted to share,” he said, holding up the halfway decent dish of tater tot casserole.  He immediately assumed she thought he was her brother before opening the door.  He had three younger brothers himself, and he knew what it was like to be hounded by them.

“Figured you seemed hungry enough to eat mine and yours so I’d rather get you some as well.” Seth teased lightly. He watched Meg’s movements, studying each shift of her body. Everything seemed so deliberate. “Children of any age are a burden, well into adulthood in some cases.” He countered, taking a sip of his drink. “I imagine, then, you’re none too fond of the idea of settling down?” He wasn’t sure why he proposed the question, it had simply floated to the surface of his mind and let itself out of his lips.