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Prompt Number Five: "Victor and Ruby are BFFs and Victor is the one that actually gets Archie and Ruby together."
"So when are you going to act on that?" the question came out of the blue one late evening, post-curse breaking and post-one suicidal attempt.
Ruby looked at Whale—no, Victor—with more than a little bit of confusion, "what are you talking about?"
"You. Hopper. What do you think I'm talking about?" he remarked shortly, taking a sip of his scotch and humming a bit at the taste. He'd had better, but then again he'd also had worse. In any case, it was an improvement over the water his companion was drinking.
She'd gone straight-up "Red" since remembering who she'd once been, and it made their relationship interesting. On the one hand, he'd spent twenty-eight-ish years becoming accustomed to the personality that was Ruby. He knew her responses, her reactions, and her retorts. On the other…Red was a better friend. Actually, she was pretty much better all around, and had lately become his conscience in light of how his had almost taken a nose dive off the closest pier.
But he didn't see their friendship as something romantic by any means—it was mutually helpful, true, and it supplied some healing element for the both of them. But the same could be said for any Alcoholics Anonymous group.
That didn't mean that he didn't have her best interests at heart, however.
"The fact that I haven't made a move in five minutes, maybe?" she remarked, waving at the chess board sitting in front of them. Her instincts were good, he'd found, but the fact of the matter was that his mind was made for puzzles. Which resulted in him winning most of their games, but Red sure gave him a run for his money.
"And why do you think that is?" he remarked as he picked up one of the pieces she was debating on and moved it for her.
"Hey! You can't move my piece for me."
"Please, it was your best bet and you know I'm right," was his dry response. The brunette gave him a dirty look but ultimately rolled her eyes and smiled, going with it as she waved him forward so that he could take his turn.
His knight decided that now was a good time to take out one of her bishops. Red scowled, "seriously though, it's a little maddening to watch the two of you make goo-goo eyes at one another. Plus it's making the game drag."
Speaking of drag, he took another swill of his drink. If she won he was paying, if he did then his beverage went on her tab. It was the cheapest series of drinks he'd ever not paid for.
She frowned and ducked her head lower, voice dropping, "we are not making eyes at each other."
"Right," Whale—Frankenstein—sneered, "you look down, he sneaks a look. You look up, he goes back to his book. Please tell me that I'm not the only one who's noticed that he's only read two pages in an hour?"
The girl lived up to her namesake and flushed prettily, "so he's having a hard time focusing, so what? Archie—Jiminy—doesn't like me."
"Why not? A man would have to be a fool not to have eyes for you, Ruby," excluding himself, of course. He had his own eye on someone a little more…Superior. Mother Superior.
Her blush got darker as she glared, "not anymore, they don't. Not when they know what I become. What I've done."
So? His expression seemed to say. They all had a monstrous side to themselves underneath the Storybrooke polish; it was a conversation that they seemed to revisit at least once a week. But even the sweetest of the town's citizens had a dark side.
The werewolf scowled at him, "besides, I'm not going to risk anyone else's lives just for the sake of me feeling good about myself. Not after Peter…and Billy. I can't have any more relationships. Period."
He gave her an exasperated, brotherly look and stood, throwing back the last of his drink and then tossing a twenty on the table. Then, in a loud voice which could be clearly heard by the three other diner patrons, Whale said, "well, I think I've had enough drunken chess for one night," he turned and immediately sought the lonely psychiatrist out, clapping a hand on his shoulder, "how about you take the next round then, eh Hopper?"
Not waiting for a response, the surgeon went his merry way toward another watering hole. Wondering if he might stir up enough courage to wake the ol' Blue Fairy up with a wish or two.
AN: Soooo, I don't drink. Which means that I have no idea what scotch tastes like. –embarassed smile- So forgive the incorrect details if they are, in fact, incorrect. -laughs- And it was rather interesting writing Whale—akin to writing Ruby, only with less flirt and more flat dryness. Kind of similar to writing for Draco Malfoy. XD
And the whole Blue Fairy/Whale think was completely not my fault, I swear! –holds hands up as though before a firing squadron- Seriously, I'm not even joking, it was totally accidental. I just remembered that he mentioned dating nuns in the first episode of the second season and Victor was all like, "well, there's your answer. You're right, I don't like Ruby—I like Mother Superior."