Forever or Never

Forever or Never: 13

Noticing a familiar dark haired male off to the sidelines looking rather lost, Mercy made her way around the room; smiling to those she knew, and giving kind smiles to those she didn't. She exchanged a few words, and then kindly excused herself to others. Honestly, she remembered why she avoided places like these at all costs.

They were surely Hell on Earth.

She blinked quickly and grasped onto Igor's jacket sleeve, he naturally jumped from the contact and looked to her. "Mercy!" He exclaimed half surprised by seeing her again, and half shocked that she had managed to get away from pestering people. He had been somehow inadvertently bought into conversations by people he passed. He didn't know them, they didn't know him, yet they seemed to believe that he wished to be involved.

Don't get him wrong, it was pleasant, to a point. But after a while all he wanted was peace and quiet. And really, in a club, there was no such thing as peace and quiet. So he'd taken to standing to one side just recollecting himself.

He'd lost track of Lorelei a while ago, but he'd lost track of Victor way before losing her. They'd crossed paths earlier on, they had all sat at a table and Lorelei looked with rather hesitant eyes at Victor as he went on to explain all the things and the reasons behind those things, which they did for their work and research. Though she said she was open minded to it, she did still seem a little concerned.

After all, what Victor was proposing wasn't exactly what everyday people would see as normal. Raising the dead, or reanimating the freshly deceased wouldn't be openly accepted by many, if any. Lorelei's scepticism would surely be one of many that they'd encounter.

Igor was fine with that, whether Victor was was something else entirely.

"I am so glad I found you!" She sounded rather desperate.

"What's the matter?" He asked looking around worriedly thinking that someone had said something to her, or she was upset over something. He was more than certain though that if something had she'd go straight to finding Victor, not himself.

"If I get stopped one more time and get asked how my father is, or if my mother has found me a suitable partner yet, or when am I planning a family, I will scream. I swear to God, I will scream."

"Is it always like this?"

"What? Everyone wanting to know the other's business and then gossiping about it behind their backs? Yes. Yes it is. Please, Igor, do not come to a place such as this again. You look as lost as me."

"It is very...full on." He struggled to sum up the actual feeling of this all. Each which way there was a sea of faces, all laughing, drinking and smiling away in the conversations they were having. "Do people take these things seriously?"

"Listen," Mercy placed a hand on his arm and turned him away from an oncoming group. No way was she being stuck in another conversation with someone she wasn't likely to see again for months. "I like a few people here. But for the most part, they're all shallow. It's a face value thing, Igor. And it does my head in."

"It's a wonder why Victor wished to come here." As far as people pretending to be who they're not went, it wasn't exactly something which Igor thought Victor would be really up for.

Mercy laughed. "Igor, there's free alcohol, gambling, women; people in general, music and probably some other stuff which is more hush-hush. Why on Earth wouldn't he come here?"

Igor was stumped for a moment. "He's been walking around trying to persuade others to his way of thinking."

"Oh...brilliant..."

Igor winced, "He mentioned fertilization happening in a bucket."

"Oh Lord Almighty, what?" Mercy looked at him with wide eyes. "Why?"

"I think he's drunk."

"He is drunk. The last time I saw him he was."

"Do you think we're going to have to help him home?"

"No. This is self induced, he can walk." Mercy said while the two came to a stop. "What's he doing?"

"Unsuccessfully socialising." Igor replied as the two stood and watched from a few paces away as Victor seemed to lean heavily on a table and talk rapidly. They couldn't hear what he was saying, but he looked pretty serious, he pointed fingers and waved his hand in the air before glaring at someone who seemed to dare to contradict him. This warranted a pointed look, narrowed eyes and a deep set frown to appear on his face before Victor unleashed a string of heated words. He stood up suddenly when he was clearly done and looked around before seeing them. He grinned and walked over.

"I think we should be going."

"You've insulted someone you shouldn't have, haven't you?" Mercy said sadly while Victor looked about with a sigh. "Victor! Why can't you curb your words? You're going to say something to someone one day, and they'll waste no time in probably punching you."

"You didn't bring up the bucket again, did you?" Igor asked worriedly, the first time seemed to completely throw the two women off before, he wouldn't be surprised if it had the same effect again on a different group of people.

Victor ran a hand down his face and smiled slowly. "Of course not! No, no, no..."

"I'm unconvinced."

"You're not alone."

"Can we go? Or am I leaving you two here?"

"Only because you don't like what you hear doesn't mean you can lash out on us!" Mercy said while trotting after him, while gripping onto Igor's sleeve. He was lagging behind in hopes to see Lorelei, she felt rather cruel for pulling him away, but they needed to go.