@wcnderboy
meg didn’t know why she felt the need to say something to hercules. he stood out like a sore thumb in her opinion, and she hadn’t had enough drinks in her system to have anything that witty to say, but they were friends....or as close to friends as meg was willing to let him be. so saying hi was fine, right? yeah, it had to be because she was already sauntering over to him with a smirk on her face to hide her confusion at her own personal decisions. “wonder boy. what brings you to a fancy little shindig like this one?” she stole a flute of champagne from the nearest waiter and brought it to her lips to sip. that was better. “got a hot date?”





















