Vic Havoc || ComicCon

Thousands of people mingle on the crowded show floor — some dressed in elaborate costumes and others just here for a good time. Vic Havoc scans the floor, a scowl on his face. He's annoyed — and lost —the show floor is too large and too crowded. On his back, then, the replica sword thuds against him, Vic weaving through the crowd, searching for the idiot he came with.

Where the fuck did MIkey Ross run off to?

Didn't he remember the plan?!

Because they shouldn't be here, so they were going to stick together in case anything happens. If Ben found out, he'd take it easier on the two of them together after all — Not that he would find out. They were going to be discreet, and Vic had already bribed Davey with a new, limited Lord of the Rings figurine from Weta Workshop and Kellin, the con exclusive limited pressing of The Batman: The Animated Series soundtrack.

Plus!

He and Mikey wore costumes; he was dressed as Link, and Mikey chose Spider-Man, then complained about his mask. But then Vic was looking over some cool art, and the next thing he knew, Mikey said something about fucking labubu's again, and when Vic turned, the blonde idiot was gone. He knew he should have put a fucking leash on him.

"Mierda,” He groans under his breath, pulling off his hat to rake his tattooed hand through his hair. This was bad. It was bad enough they'd lied and said they were going to the zoo, but now, with Mikey missing, the risk of getting caught seemed to go up. Because knowing Mikey Ross, he'd see something related to the band and, like a fucking golden retriever, ran right towards it.

And he knows better. He knows they shouldn't have come, but the kid in Vic who had to hide his comic books under his mattress and didn't get to play video games until he was at his friends' houses needed this. To be free to just nerd out without his father's harsh words or exes saying it wasn't cool to be into Legend of Zelda at his age.

It would have gone smoothly if Mikey hadn't run off as he had. They could have lain low, bought everything, and then escaped back to the hotel before Ben finished balancing the tour ledger. However, now he's looking for that bleached blonde idiot dressed up like Spider-Man in a sea of Spider-Men.

Fuck

Vic clicks his tongue in annoyance, shifting towards the edge of the show floor in hopes of getting a better view and maybe spotting him. Only as Vic moves, he hears a sharp, excited gasp, and a chill runs down his spine. He knows that gasp — the gasp of recognition fans gave whenever the band was recognized. He silently prays that maybe Tom Hiddleston just walked by but reality smacks him in the face when he turns and spots a group of girls in Ashes shirts staring right at him.

"You have the wrong — " he begins to lie, but an excited scream cuts him off. "OH MY GOD IT'S VIC HAVOC!" Dozens of people turn, gasps filtering through the hall as he's outted. This was bad. There was no hiding this from Ben now. "Listen — I'm just— "

Only it's clear they aren't listening to him — the eager fans are beginning to move towards him. As the chatter spreads, more squeals can be heard, and Vic, in full flight or fight mode, runs. Or well — tries.

It's crowded, and he feels like he's a fish swimming upstream as he cries to get through the crowd. "Sorry — " he apologizes to a wookie he accidentally smacked with his sword, trying to pass, dodging between two sailor scouts who shriek. "Sorry, scouts!" he calls behind him, breaking into a jog when he reaches the edge of the floor. He needs to hide now.

The bassist knows full well how bad things could get if he didn't find a place to hide — the label might even get involved, and that thought made him shudder. Thinking quickly, Vic quickly dodges into a panel, sneaking through the back and out the side door, where he doubled back to the show floor.

But he isn't in the clear yet — he can see the group of fans searching for him, the tallest with hot pink hair scanning the crowd for him and he doesn't think he just dives under the nearest table, the whole convention plunging into darkness for a moment. Vic can hear his heart pounding in his chest — breathing a sigh of relief.

He plans to stay for a beat — maybe two and then he was going to buy a fucking mask or Jedi robe, find Mikey, smack him, and get the fuck out of here — that was too close for comfort.

Suddenly — light pours in under the table — Vic wincing as he looks up at the figure. Fuck — this is awkward, he must look like such a creep, and so he blurts out without thinking;

"It's not what it looks like!"