If this had happened before his summer in Gravity Falls, Dipper would have been super awkward in a club, but all his time spent with actual factual teenagers meant he'd been pretty well prepared for this. It was just like going with Wendy and her friends to the Woodstick Music Festival, right? Except indoors! And with weird glowing beverages.
People even recognized him as a Legionnaire. On the hand hand, being famous -- and for superheroing, no less -- was pretty much the coolest thing ever.
On the other hand, the only reason he was on the team, or in this club, was because he'd lied his face off about his age. Whoops.
He'd had a lot of fun on the moon bounce, and out on the dance floor, something that was possibly obvious from looking at him. He still had a glowchain around his neck, he'd lost his hat, and his hair was sticking up in every direction from the antigravity.
But now he came hurtling in towards Sam and Kon's table like he was trying to escape a zombie hoard, and rather than joining them at the table, he dove underneath it.
"I'm not here," he said tensely, from under the table. "Especially if any girls -- or boys -- ask. If anyone asks where I am, the place where I am definitely isn't here under this table."
Normally, he'd have been delighted over getting flirty attention from various attractive teens (including aliens!) aged 14-16, but not when he was lying about his age. If his lies to Wendy had taught him anything, one year was a big difference when it came to flirting and flirting-related things. And that meant it was just...awkward.
A small crowd of teens came by, looking around as if to find him, and the moment they were gone, Dipper's hand reached up to steal one of Kon and Sam's sliders.
"Ooh, burgers."
It was kind of like they now had their very own table gnome.
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People even recognized him as a Legionnaire. On the hand hand, being famous -- and for superheroing, no less -- was pretty much the coolest thing ever.
On the other hand, the only reason he was on the team, or in this club, was because he'd lied his face off about his age. Whoops.
He'd had a lot of fun on the moon bounce, and out on the dance floor, something that was possibly obvious from looking at him. He still had a glowchain around his neck, he'd lost his hat, and his hair was sticking up in every direction from the antigravity.
But now he came hurtling in towards Sam and Kon's table like he was trying to escape a zombie hoard, and rather than joining them at the table, he dove underneath it.
"I'm not here," he said tensely, from under the table. "Especially if any girls -- or boys -- ask. If anyone asks where I am, the place where I am definitely isn't here under this table."
Normally, he'd have been delighted over getting flirty attention from various attractive teens (including aliens!) aged 14-16, but not when he was lying about his age. If his lies to Wendy had taught him anything, one year was a big difference when it came to flirting and flirting-related things. And that meant it was just...awkward.
A small crowd of teens came by, looking around as if to find him, and the moment they were gone, Dipper's hand reached up to steal one of Kon and Sam's sliders.
"Ooh, burgers."
It was kind of like they now had their very own table gnome.