Gravity Falls_Rise_Family Talks

Theres two of you now?

Dipper walked over to the bed and sat next to Janes head. Thats right, Jane.

ButI thought your sister died when she drowned herself, Jane said, looking at Mabel.

Ugh. Those were sad times. But luckily, Mabel said, bouncing over to Dipper and giving him a

big hug. My bro-bro here brought me back.

Dipper saw the questioning gaze on Janes face and replied: Its a long story. Mabel can you

please stop hugging me?

Pourqois pas? Tu es mon Saveur.

Pas maintenant, sil te plait, Dipper deadpanned.

Mon Dieu. Une personne peut aider moi, sil vous plait? Ou je vais faire tout le travail? Jane

wiggled like a dying fish in her restraints.

Dipper looked at Mabel like there was a bug on her face. Mabel, did you hear someone speak

French?

Oui, mon frre. Je croix queelle peut parler en Francais, mais Francias mauvais.

French translation (Mabel): (Yes, my brother. I think she can speak French, but bad French.)

Dipper returned his gaze to Jane. (You should speak more French Jane. It will mask your

barbaric sensibilities.)

(Please. I have to get out of here and find Luka before he leaves.) Jane said. Tears were

welling at the edges of her eyes.

(Jane. Why do you want to find Luka Mueller so badly? You just met the man.) Dipper asked

Because he was one of Jonothans friends who helped record my brothers torture of me!
A long silence proceeded after Janes declaration, followed by knocking.

Dipper, are you there? I need to talk to you about something.

Oh no.

Dipper was the first to react. Merde! He sprang from the bed and made for the door. French:

(Mabel can you keep Jane quiet for a while? I need to take this.)

Mabel was already putting a ball gag on Jane. French: (Dont worry, my brother. Go handle

your biz.)

Dipper tried not to think about where Mabel got the ball gag and focused on what he was going

to say to Pacifica. He opened the door to his room by the tiniest of margins and quickly slid out

before closing it.

----

She felt lighter than air and traversed the hallways with a spring in her step. No, it was not

because Pacifica Northwest had consumed copious amounts of anti-anxiety medications.

Although anyone watching would certainly assume that given the stupid grin. And no it was not

because she was wearing less clothing (a knee length robe and nightie).

Dipper, Pacifica said with whispered reverence.

She had pacified her father and even defended Dipper in front of him. Never in her wildest

dreams had she predicted herself pulling off a stunt like that.

Sending a bunch of Frenchmen packing by showing them they didnt have jack shit on her

family was one thing but taking a stand against her father, for someone else no less. And it all
happened in the same day. Most people would be emotionally exhausted after something like

that. Not Pacifica Northwest. Her wins from the day sent a surge of confidence and adrenaline

throughout her body that made it impossible to sleep. She had to do something. She felt like

screaming at the top of her lungs and bounding down the halls like a madman.

I have got to tell Dipper the good news.

Pacifica Northwest was not the type of girl to hum down the hallways. It was the tune to Frere

Jacque. Her mother would chide her for making too brilliant an impersonation of a carefree

idiot. She wasnt sure when she had taken up the nasty habit and quite frankly, she couldnt care

less.

'Mom and Dad can go suck it. I deserve to hum in my own mansion.'

A giggle threatened to erupt out of Pacificas mouth and she covered her lips.

'When did I start thinking like that?'

Finally, she was Dipper's bedroom door, announcing her presence with a knock.

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Oh hello Pacifica. What-uh-what did you need to talk about?

The hesitation in Dippers voice was not just from the abrupt change in events. He was taken

aback by Pacificas appearance. She was wearing a silk, seafoam green robe. Even more

shocking was what she was wearing, or rather not wearing. Dipper could barely make out a
Vickys Secret brand, see through nightie peeking from the openings of the robe. It was very

short and allowed ample viewing of Pacificas legs, among other things.

Were youtalking with someone in your room? Pacifica asked.

No. Of course not.

Well, I just wanted to say thanks for helping me out back there. With my dad, she said, fixing

her hair so that one side of her neck with her oh so delicate skin was exposed, probably on

purpose.

Dipper was having trouble focusing his eyes. Another Northwest servant could be lurking around

the hallways and see this private chat as something more indecorous. Does every Northwest

woman in this house want to don a revealing robe before expressing gratitude?

Thats-um-really sweet of you Pacifica.

Pacifica smiled at him through half lidded eyes and took a step closer.

And I apologize for the grilling he gave you in his office. As you saw, my dad doesnt like it

when I make a boyfriend out of butlers.

Uh-huh, Dipper said. He darted his eyes down both ends of the hallway. No doors open, no

footsteps. All good signs.

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"Speaking French out there was genius. They were practically pissing themselves." She jumped

for joy just to emphasize the point.

"I'll have to admit though. Things were pretty scary at first. You made me take a huge risk with

you."

"Well thankfully I didn't have any cameras installed in the greenhouse. So our little private

session will be kept private."

Pacifica was blushing like mad. "Not that," she said, covering Dipper's mouth.

"Stealing those files. You made me do things I never would've done behind my father's back!"

Dipper removed her hands from his face. "Was it all that bad?"

Pacifica took notice of the fact that her hands were being held in Dipper's. She swore she could

feel her heart punching its way out of her chest.

"No. No, it wasn't," she said, her voice descending into a whisper without her knowing. Pacifica

was still transfixed on the two of them holding hands in the hallway. There was something daring

about the act itself, more so than the unmentioned make out sessions. She was just grilled on

suspicion of having too intimate of a relationship with her butler and here she was doing exactly

that. In college, she didn't have to care because her parent's weren't watching. Now here she was

doing exactly what her parents told her not to do for every servant and security camera to

witness. Was she going crazy?

"It was...amazing!" Her smile turned into a very suggestive grin. The next time you have another

one of your bright ideas, tell me about it. Because I wanna feel like this all the time."

"Bipolar?"

Pacifica giggled at his jab. "Try manic. And maybe a little something else." They were still

holding hands and Pacifica'a were getting a little sweaty.

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A strange thing happened, right then and there. Call it twin ESP or nascent telepathic abilities,

but Dipper could feel the oncoming danger, the stomping of feet, the violent jerk of the doorknob

being thrashed forward. He had little time to react. Dipper scooped Pacifica up in a bear hug and

away from door hurdling towards them.

"Dipper!" An outraged Mabel called out loud enough to echo throughout the entire manor. "What

the heck are you doing?!"

"Dipper, what is the meaning of this?" Pacifica said through gritted teeth. Somewhere between

being scooped up and being trapped in a bear hug, Pacifica's robe had come undone, exposing a

more than ample amount of cleavage. "Who is this woman and why is she in your room?"

"I've got a better question," Mabel shot back. "What are you doing trying to get your skanky

hooks in my fr-fr?"

"Your what?" Pacifica asked.

I call upon the powers of the god Xolotl to give me strength, Dipper pleaded silently to himself.

Everything was happening all at once, the girls were going wild right in front of him. He

should've known better to have a private conversation right in front of his possessive sister. If

things were going to turn out like when Mabel first met Wendy, then the manor was going to turn

into a murder house or worse, Vegas.

Mabel was already glaring daggers at Pacifica. Pacifica was red in the face. Whether from anger

or embarrassment to be caught in a very compromising position, Dipper couldn't tell. Probably a

little bit of both.

Dipper was still holding Pacifica in full on bear hug and by the state of things between the two

girls, it would've been best to keep it that way.

"You. Servant girl. Avert your eyes and be silent," she said with all the confidence and dignity of

a girl held in the arms of her butler could conjure.

Mabel scoffed at that. "I'm sorry but I don't recognize the authority of spoiled rich girls. I only

follow my fr-fr."
Dipper knew Mabel's sass was really infuriating her. He should've known too; he was five inches

away from her face. A face that was currently emanating so much heat from rage he could've

sworn he saw a bit of his own inner rage in her. It would've been cute if it wasn't direct at his

sister.

"Doing things behind Preston's back...scary things...feeling amazing...wanting to feel like that all

the time," Mabel muttered to herself with righteous indignation. Her head was conjuring all

manner of sordid and erotic situations to fit Dipper and Pacifica's vague exchange.

Dipper would deny his butt off of the scandalous behavior Mabel was accusing him and Pacifica

of. Although he had to admit, hearing her say those words out of context made even him blush.

Fortunately Pacifica was doing enough of that for both of them.

"Mabel, s'il vous plat? Faisiez comment elle parle."

With a huff and a pout, Mabel did as she was told. "Je ne sais pas pourquoi je dois couter la

Madame skank."

"Parce que vous travaillez pour le Northwest famille et vous voulez passer temps avec moi."

Pacifica voiced her displeasure with a loud groan. "For the sake of your principle, I demand that

the two of you speak English!"

Mabel gave Dipper a blank look. "Madame skank ne comprende pas Francais?"

"Excuse me, but did you just call me a skank?!"

"What? No, certainly not. Mabel here was just referring to the servants in general of the mansion.

Mentioning how...uh...none of them understand French."

"Not just now. But before. You just called a Northwest, the family that employs you, a skank."

Oh no
"Dipper. Put me down now." She wasn't looking at Dipper, her death glare was fixed intently on

Mabel and never wavered.

"Promise not to do anything too dra-"

"Now," Pacifica said, turning her eyes onto him. He wished she hadn't.

Dipper lowered her to the ground and she quickly re-did her robe before marching up to Mabel.

What followed were a series of insults traded back and forth, sometimes in French and

sometimes in English.

"Mabel was it? The one from the greenhouse. That sounds like a fat old grandmother's name."

"Oui. Pacifica Northwest. Votre nom est un pun de Pacific Northwest. Vos parent vous aiment."

"Wow that sounds really French. Tell me. Did inspector Cluseau teach you to fake that accent?"

"I guess to you my French accent is as real as your probably fake blonde hair."

"What was that about my hair?"

"Desole'. What I meant to say was it looks like a skanky wig. My brother always did have poor

taste in girls. Did I mention he used to have a thing for the redhead performing at your birthday

party?"

"Mabel. Te-toi," Dipper pleaded.

Their conflict got louder. Dipper's interjection simply added to the chaos. Whatever control

Dipper thought he had over the situation was lost to the hatred the two girls had for one another.

Soon doors were opening left and right. All manner of Northwest manor servants, butlers,

janitors and maids, were coming out of the woodwork to see what was causing such a

commotion. Some even added to the cacophany of voices.

"Is that Pacifica?"

"Dear me, what is she doing out so late outside the door of her personal butler?"
"This is getting good."

"Jerry! Jerry! Jerry!" One particularly annoying butler said.

"Quick, give them a chair. I wanna see a cat fight."

This is a butler's worst nightmare. Things were becoming way too public. The stakes were

higher now. The first one to back out of the scene would be the loser in front of the assembled

staff. Or worse, Mabel would unleash her true form and reveal everything.

"Mabel could you check on that thing we were-"

"Can it Dipper."

Okay, maybe talking to the woman with the glowing green eyes wasn't such a good idea. He

could've tried calming Pacifica but one look at her body language told him he was dreadfully out

of luck lest he risk getting his head bitten off.

"Don't you order him around you ho-bag," Pacifica snapped.

"Ooooooh," everyone seemed to howl in unison

"You're not a Northwest. You don't have any authority to order anyone here. Because this is my

house."

Mabel scoffed at the retort. "Speaking of ho-bags, what was that about always wanting to feel

good because of Dipper?"

Suddenly the shouts and jeers from the staff dissipated. Everyone clearly wanted to hear this new

bit of gossip. Pacifica took notice of the change in the atmosphere; she knew that her reputation

in front of the servants was being put on the line. The whispers gathering around them told her

that much.

"So it's true."

"They really are an item."

"She said it herself!"

Mabel pressed her advantage.

"Oh my," Mabel said suggestively. She covered her mouth to hide a poorly concealed smirk.

"Daddy's little girl found herself a new play-thing."

Dipper wondered if this would be a good time to evacuate Jane from his room. He could get her,

teleport to her room and be back before there was a dead body or someone got maimed. Fixing

the situation was beyond his control so the only thing left was to ensure the disaster didn't

include Jane. As he was walking to the room, Mabel slid her arm around Dipper's shoulders. His

protests were stifled by a pair of fingers closing his lips shut, so he communicated with his eyes.

'Mabel, don't rope me into this.'

'It's okay bro-bro. I got this. Just watch.'

Approximately 2.5 seconds passed where the two siblings communicated through their shared

non verbal language. To Pacifica, it seemed like ages. To her, it seemed like they were eye-

banging each other. She could feel her heart sinking.

"A fair bit of warning rich girl," Mabel said with an evil grin. She moved her hands around his

deltoids like she was showing reverence for some high end sports car. "You may think you have

all the money and power you could want."

"Mabel?" Dipper said, afraid of what was to come next.

"But you'll never get this. How can you compare to someone he's known his entire life?"

'All his life?' Pacifica mentally gasped. With every sickly sweet word, she could feel her heart

caving in.

"I was there when he had his very first breakup. Now we share the same bedroom."

'The same bedroom?'

"In fact, we kiss each other goodnight."

"That hasn't happened since we were kids," Dipper interjected.

'Kiss? Kids?'

Mabel smiled and relished the look of utter despair written all over Pacifica's face. All those little

emotions were like the tiniest and sweetest candies of the best kind. She was a sadist.

Only with great strength was Pacifica able to walk away from the situation without turning into

the wreck she felt internally. The damn holding back the tide of negative emotions was

threatening to break out of her eyes and spill all over the expensive Persian rugs.

The two siblings kept their eyes on Pacificas retreating form moving down the carpeted hallway.

Halfway down, Pacifica tripped and fell with a yelp before quickly gathering herself and

sprinting around the corner.

Finally, Dipper broke free of Mabel's grasp.

"You're a terrible person, you know that," Dipper said with as much malice as he could muster.

Mabel didn't notice. "Oui, je sais bien que je suis une personne mal. Mais si je suis gran mal

personne pourqoi je suis tres content?"

Dipper sighed. It was pointless to stay angry at his sister. "Nous sommes les enfants terribles.

Even amongst the humans we're the worst."

The damage was done. He let his anger fall apart and refocused his thoughts on the arduous path

of damage control. No doubt the Northwests will want a full explanation as to the night's events,

omitting certain details of course.

"On allon, fre'-fre'. Maintenant on danse," she said as she did a cocky victory jig with her feet.

Obviously she was pleased with herself, having destroyed Pacifica in front of everyone.

In return Dipper shoved Mabel back inside his room. "Fin de la dans."
With the centerpiece of tonight's entertainment disbanded the other servants of Northwest manor

shuffled back to their rooms. The men had smiles on their faces and the women whispered to one

another about the hot blooded nature of young people these days.

Dipper followed suit and closed the door to his bedroom upon entering.

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"You know you really should be thanking me for saving you from that skank. She's nothing but a

distraction. Keep going at it with her and you're bound to end up losing your job and botching

the plan."

"I have it under control."

"Really? Because all I heard was you and her exchanging sweet nothings. You were practically

goading her on."

=====

And the coaching lessons on speaking those lines in French. I had no idea what the heck you

were thinking at the time but it did something. Jean Claude was practically pissing his pants in

before I gave the presentation. As if to emphasize the point further, Pacifica waved her hands

around like an excited kid with a new toy.

Dipper wanted to remind Pacifica to keep her voice down, but the giddiness pouring out of her

mouth coerced her to interrupt Dipper at every turn.

Its just that Ive never seen my dad so proud of me. Anyways, I was hoping to discuss the

reward that my dad presented to me for helping him deal with those blackmailers. Its really big

and since you did half the work, I think it only fair that I should share it with you. Can we

continue this conversation someplace more private? Pacifica asked, finally taking note of

Dippers apprehension of being out in the hallway.

Dipper let out a breath he didnt know he had been holding. I think that would be best. He took

one step to the room next door before registering the fact that Pacifica remained in front of his

bedroom. If he had to guess, it was probably because of the loud squealing coming from it, a

females squealing.

Mabel, what are you doing to Jane?

Dipper, what was that?

What was what?

More squealing followed, then a few thumps.

That noise.

That was Maria the maid. Shes vacuuming my room.

I thought she was done vacuuming your room, multiple times today. Pacifica made a move for

the doorknob, but was stopped when Dipper grabbed her wrist.

What was that reward, again? Dipper asked, putting on the most charming smile he could

muster.

Pacifica grinned; a cat knowing it had its prey trapped. Are you sure you want to hear about it

out here? She whispered. Where everyone can see you touching me.
Dipper thought long and hard about the accusation Pacifica just flung at him. He weighed all the

possible options he could choose to deflect it and extricate himself out of the situation given the

extenuating circumstances. They were both too exposed for prying eyes. He definitely did not

want to expose and explain what was inside his room to Pacifica. Finally, he chose the option

with the least likelihood of ending in disaster.

Dipper softened his grip on Pacificas wrist and drew close to her ear. I thought you like it when

I touch you, Dipper whispered, letting his warm breath ravage Pacificas skin. He put some

space between their faces and was quite satisfied with the effect his words had on Pacifica.

She was flabbergasted to say the least. Her cheeks were so red any passerby would think she had

the beginnings of rash, or her head was a red tomato wearing a blonde wig.

Suddenly, Pacifica grabbed Dipper by the shirt collar and brought his smug face down to her

level. You are a servant of the Northwest family and my personal butler, she growled out in a

low whisper. And you will act like it. She would have been more intimidating if it wasnt for

the nightie slowly loosening itself.

There was a one second warning but Dipper knew when to react. A combination of cat-like

reflexes and twin ESP helped Dipper grasp Pacifica from the small of her back, lift her off of her

feet and away from his bedroom door which almost slammed into her.

Hey Dipper, is the coast clear? Mabel asked in a whisper barely above audible. Oh my. She

draw a hand over her enormous grin when she saw the sight in front of her. Am I interrupting

something?
Non, a tombe bien. Merci.

Translation: (No, good timing. Thank you.)

Mabel pointed at Dipper. Je croix pas. Mon frre.

Translation: (I think not. My brother.)

Je suis bien, Mabel.

Translation: (I am fine, Mabel.)

Pas vous. Elle.

Translation: (Not you. Her.)

Elle? Dipper looked down at Pacifica and saw that she was breathing rapidly. He also noticed

that her robe had come undone and was trying desperately to free her arms so she could retie it.

Dipper, as my butler you are to close your eyes and look away.

Queest que vous faisez, mon frre?

Translation: (What are you doing brother?)

Now put me down.

Dipper did as he was told and closed his eyes to the very tasteful lingerie beneath the see-through

nightie. However, what he felt rubbing against him told him much more than his eyes could see.

He was pretty sure Pacifica felt it as well.

You may open your eyes now.

Again, Dipper did as he was told.

Mabel snickered.

Dipper, Pacifica said under panting breath. Can you introduce me to this girl who is wearing

your clothes and in your room at this hour of the night? Her head was bowed, allowing the

bangs to mask her red as a tomato face.

Hi, Im Mabel! Mabel said, shoving her hand in front for a handshake. And I am the new

French maid for the Northwest manor.

Pacifica simply stared at the ground and awaited Dippers answer, leaving Mabel hanging. So

she continued talking.

Sorry about not being in the proper uniform, but the French maid outfit got torn up in Dippers

room so he offered his own.

Dipper prayed to the almighty Xotolotl that Jane would not make any noise.

Dipper. Pacifica finally spat out. Her voice dripping was anger that Dipper could see being

passed down from Preston. I see Im interrupting another night time visit. Lets talk about your

reward tomorrow morning.

The two siblings kept their eyes on Pacificas retreating form moving down the carpeted hallway.

Halfway down, Pacifica tripped and fell with a yelp before quickly gathering herself and

sprinting around the corner.

Quel est son problme? Mabel asked.

(What is her problem?)

Je ne sais pas.

(I dont know)

Mabel, dites moi sil te plait. Pourqois tout les femmes sont dificil?

(Mabel, tell me please. Why are all women difficult?)

Je sais trop bien, fre-fre. She patted Dippers shoulder.

(I know too well, bro-bro.)

Did you. Just kill. Jane von Schneider?!

Of course not!

What the actual shit, Dippingsauce?! Why did you get Bill Cipher involved?

Shut up Mabel, I dont want the entire mansion knowing youre in my room! Dipper turned his

head away from his sister. Its a long story, He said at the same crazed upturned volume.

Another scene: Testing before going to black market, Paris

- Start the chapter off with Dipper in the bathroom yanking feathers off of a bird he had

trapped in a jar. He cuts his fingers and allows the blood drip onto the birds skin and

witnesses the rapid regrowth of feathers. Obviously, his blood does not heal cuts so he

tests it on another injury, a self inflicted bruise on his wrist. Nothing happens. The purple

stain of a horrendous bruise remained, but made more horrendous looking by the blood.
After the MMA fight with Gideon

*FYI: Pacifica tells Dipper that she had money stashed in a canton down in Switzerland that she

withdrew money from recently and stashed with a friend in Paris months ago (Chinese college

friend).

Dippers head sank so far down his shoulders Pacifica was afraid it would fall off.

Why did you allow me to fight in that cage match if you had a ready supply of money for us?

He said with more surprise than anger.

Pacificas focus was on Dippers rock hard abs, glistening with sweat. She put a hand to it and

smiled when Dipper bit back a hiss.

I wanted to see what you could do, she said, admiring the way each solid abdominal muscle

felt beneath her fingers. And you do not disappoint.

On the plane...

"Listen. Pacifica. I don't feel like now would be a good time to further pursue a relationship with

you."

"Are you saying you're breaking up with me before we even started?"

Dipper restrained himself with all his might not to point out the idiocy in that statement. One

cannot break up what never formed. They were never an item, officially anyways. Just a series of

one time kisses all of which he never consented no asked for.

He took a big sigh before saying what needed to be said. Delicacy was required for this situation

or Pacifica would blow up and do something brash. "As your butler I must maintain a certain

modicum of professionalm. This includes sustaining a completely platonic relationship.

Appearances are everything, after all, if we are to even stay in the same proximity."

Pacifica turned her glare mode on full blast onto Dipper. "My mother has been talking to you

hasn't she."

"That's irrelevant."

And completely true.

"Of course she has," Pacifica said, placing her fingers on the pressure mounting between her

eyes.

"Well there was that one night that..."

"That one night?!" She said accusingly.

And that was it. Dipper had lit the fuse to Pacifica's explosion. He definitely had to take back

control now.

"I can explain."

"Please do," Pacifica demanded. For a moment, Dipper saw he family resemblence to Preston.
Grunkle Stan, que paso. Porque estas aqui?

Nice to see you too kid. Grunkle Stan said, or as Dipper like to call, Baron. He let is aviator

shades droop a little bit so that they could see eye to eye.

You still haven't answered my question. Dipper said, crossing his arms.

Can't a guy

Preston has been suspicious of Pacifica's paternal origins. Paz thinks the bad vibes are coming

from a short period of depression which Preston views as weakness.

Bill erases Dipper's memory from time to time to destroy contradictions and emotional turmoil.

Stupid flaw or peculiarity about Dipper: he hates red wine, Barolo wine or alcohol in general

because it reminds him too much of his father.

What are you doing out here?

Themes thAt you want to play out:

Mabel wanting to revive parents

Dipper doesn't want that. Let them Rest In Peace. Dad wanted to die and mom died peacefully

from sickness.

What do they want now? What normal things and memories do they have?

Love of tea

A chance to connect with each other.

She makes the tea while he heats it up.

She provided the foundation for the experience while he transformed it?

Need I remind you that this visit to Paris is as much business as it is for pleasure.

The other end of the line was silent. They both knew what was going to be asked next.

Est que c'est une travaille pour Bill?

Un peu. Ce n'est pas important. I have an acquaintance wanting to look up her family history in

the city and I volunteered to act as a guide of sorts.

So it's going to be you, the spoiled heiress and some random girl?

Plus Mabel. He finished.

Dipper had to hold the phone away at arms length lest his eardrums be damaged by the screams

of happiness.

It's been such a long time. I can't wait.

I can, he thought.

Don't worry, I'll definitely have your reservations ready by then.

Good to hear.

Will you be joining me and the band backstage? Afterwards I mean. I would love to hear how

things are going at the mansion.

Dipper looked around at his surroundings. No one was observing him given how early it was in

the day.

If there's enough time.

I'm not hearing a no, she said in a sing songy tone.

I'm not hearing a yes. Dipper firmly depressed the end call button on the phone and let out a sigh.

Wendy was one of Dipper's few lifelong friends but he thanked the almighty Xolotl that he had

just the one

Speaking French out there was genius. They were practically posing themselves.
I'll have to admit though." Things were pretty scary at first. You made me take a huge risk with

you.

Well thankfully I didn't have any cameras installed in the greenhouse. So our little private session

will be kept private.

Pacifica was blushing like mad. "Not that," she said, covering Dipper's mouth.

"You made me do things I never would've done behind my father's back!"

Dipper removed her hands from his face. "Was it all that bad?"

Pacifica took notice of the fact that her hands were being held in Dipper's. She swore she could

feel her heart punching its way out of her chest.

"No. No, it wasn't," she said, her voice descending into a whisper without her knowing. Pacifica

was still transfixed on the two of them holding hands in the hallway. There was something daring

about the act itself, more so than the unmentioned make out sessions. She was just grilled on

suspicion of having too intimate of a relationship with her butler and here she was doing exactly

that. In college, she didn't have to care because her parent's weren't watching. Now here she was

doing exactly what her parents told her not to do for every servant and security camera to

witness. Was she going crazy?

"It was...amazing!" Her smile turned into a very suggestive grin.

The next time you have another one of your bright ideas, tell me about it. Because I wanna feel

like this all the time."

"Bipolar?"

Pacifica giggled at his jab. "Try manic. And maybe a little something else." They were still

holding hands and Pacifica'a were getting a little sweaty.

Blah blah blah

A strange thing happened, right then and there. Call it twin ESP or nascent telepathic abilities,

but Dipper could feel the oncoming danger, the stomping of feet, the violent jerk of the doorknob

being thrashed forward. He had little time to react. Dipper scooped Pacifica up in a bear hug and

away from door hurdling towards them.

"Dipper!" An outraged Mabel called out. "What the heck are you doing?!"

"Dipper, what is the meaning of this?" Pacifica said through gritted teeth. Somewhere between

being scooped up and being trapped in a bear hug, Pacifica's robe had come undone, exposing a

more than ample amount of cleavage. "Who is this woman and why is she in your room?"

"I've got a better question," Mabel shot back. "What are you doing trying to get your skanky

hooks in my fr-fr?"

"Your what?" Pacifica asked.

I call upon the powers of the god Xolotl to give me strength, Dipper pleaded silently to himself.

Everything was happening all at once the girls were going wild right in front of him. If things

were going to turn out like when Mabel first met Wendy, then this mansion was going to turn

into a murder house or worse. Vegas.

Mabel was already glaring daggers at Pacifica. Pacifica was red in the face. Whether from anger

or embarrassment to be caught in a very compromising position, Dipper couldn't tell. Probably a

little bit of both.

"You. Servant girl. Avert your eyes and be silent."

Mabel scoffed at that. "I'm sorry but I don't recognize the authority of spoiled rich girls. I only

follow my fr-fr."

Dipper knew Mabel's sass was really infuriating her. He should've known too; he was five inches

away from her face. A face that was currently emanating so much heat from rage he could've
sworn he saw a bit of his own inner rage in her. It would've been cute if it wasn't direct at his

sister.

"Doing things behind Preston's back...scary things...feeling amazing...wanting to feel like that all

the time," Mabel muttered to herself with righteous indignation.

Dipper would deny his butt off of the scandalous behavior Mabel was accusing him and Pacifica

of. Although he had to admit, hearing her say those words out of context made even him blush.

Fortunately Pacifica was doing enough of that for both of them.

Mabel, s'il vous plat? Faisiez comment elle parle.

With a huff and a pout, Mabel did as she was told. Je ne sais pas pourquoi je dois couter la

skank femme."

Pasque vous travaillez pour le Northwest famille et vous voulez passer temps avec moi.

Confident and in charge?