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Character(s): Megara, open
Content: Megara in the Seventh Heaven. Again.
Setting: Seventh Heaven [G7]
Time: Week 28, all day
Warnings: None

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It was a lot harder to run a business when it was just you doing the work. Megara had no idea what to do about her former employees -- she assumed Yuna was out having adventures with her plucky gang of heroes and Tiana clearly suffered from some kind of mental breakdown -- so it was up to her to keep things in order. Luckily, business was slow. It seemed the majority of Paixao's natives had decided the Seventh Heaven was no longer part of their city...which only left the visitors. Most of which were busy with their own adventures.

Meg was just fine staying where she was. She'd had enough adventures in her life to last a lifetime. For now, she was content to stand behind the empty bar, polishing glasses and wondering what to eat for lunch.

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Meg stood with her back to the door, behind the bar, putting away freshly washed glasses and steins. "Hey. Welcome to the Seventh Heaven," she greeted the newest customer without turning around, voice dry with her usual indifference. "I don't have much in the way of food at the moment -- my cook went crazy. But I guess you don't really come into a bar looking...for food."

She trailed off as she turned slightly, taking in the boy's very familiar mode of dress. A surprised scoff of a chuckle escaped her. "...this is a surprise."

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Hercules made his way towards the bar as the woman greeted him, for a given value of 'greeting' at least, since she didn't sound very enthusiastic about it. But it was certainly a lot better than most of the other businesses, which kicked the boy out on the spot.

Hercules paused when she trailed off and looked around the room in confusion.
"A... a surprise?"

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Her hips swiveled as she moved forward, leaning on the bar with her arms folded on the dark wood. "Yeah," she replied, one aristocratic eyebrow raised as she made no secret of her traveling gaze, taking in the sandals and the toga. "Didn't think I'd find anyone from my neck of the woods." Her gaze traveled up to his face again, heavy-lidded gaze guarded but curious.

"Or maybe wherever you're from has the same taste in fashion as my world."

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He blushed slightly as the woman's gaze traveled up and down his body, but he tried to ignore it.

"Oh, well, I-I'm from Greece," He replied, hoping that was indeed where she was from. It was slightly comforting, knowing that he wasn't alone in this, even if he didn't actually know this woman.

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"Me too," she said lightly, placing her chin in her hand. "Ever thing you'd miss it? I didn't. A couple weeks in this joint and I'm prayin' for the days of meddling gods and constant warfare." Of course, Meg could've done without the whole god bit for the rest of her life, but no sense telling a stranger that.

"What's your name, kid?" Truthfully, he probably wasn't much younger than her. And he was already her height, maybe even taller. But he had that wide-eyed, just fell off the cabbage truck sort of look to him. Innocence she couldn't remember having for a long time.

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"Of course I miss it," Greece was his home, and sure he was an outcast in his town and didn't have much to go back to. (Yet. Stories of his future fame not withstanding) But it was still his home. He looked away sheepishly at the comment about meddling gods for a moment. Sure he wasn't one, but they were still his kin.

"Oh, um, I'm Hercules." He replied, he was only about fourteen, a certain amount of innocence is a given.

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"Hercules?" Meg repeated with a bit of a disbelieving scoff, almost as if she found his name amusing. "Well, step on up, Herc." She gestured to the bar, turning to take down a bottle at random down from the shelf behind her. "Like I said before, I don't really have much food."

She poured out some juice into a cup and placed it on the bar. "But maybe you're thirsty. We'll save the stronger stuff for later."