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spongetastic) wrote2010-02-08 02:57 pm
spongetastic) wrote2010-02-08 02:57 pm
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Intoxicated!Peter
Peter stumbled and remarkably didn’t land flat on his face. That was thanks due in large part to Elle’s intervention. The girl saw him stumble and allowed him to fall into her arms. Peter leaned heavily on her as he worked on getting his feet stable.
“Wow,” Elle chuckled softly. “You’re wasted.” Peter gave a soft grunt as a response. “I thought you could heal,” Elle persisted.
“Took those… things,” Peter told her. He paused as he fought to remember the exact words. “Those… you know. Haitian pills.” His head slumped, chin resting on the girl’s shoulder.
Elle didn’t even try to look disapproving; she was far too amused for that. Peter thought she smelled really good and kissing her neck made the room spin less.
“My, you’re affectionate,” she noted happily. Not that he wasn’t usually, but that was behind closed doors. He was never like this in public where anyone could just walk by. “So, what brought on the alcohol, anyway?” Elle wondered. “You don’t seem like the type to get toasted for no reason.”
“Ryan,” Peter mumbled in response. “He wanted to celebrate. We bagged this guy…” Peter waved a hand vaguely. He wanted to tell the whole story but he couldn’t speak without slurring. Elle thought the whole thing was hilarious and made a mental note to get Peter drunk again if she ever had the chance.
“Wow,” Elle chuckled softly. “You’re wasted.” Peter gave a soft grunt as a response. “I thought you could heal,” Elle persisted.
“Took those… things,” Peter told her. He paused as he fought to remember the exact words. “Those… you know. Haitian pills.” His head slumped, chin resting on the girl’s shoulder.
Elle didn’t even try to look disapproving; she was far too amused for that. Peter thought she smelled really good and kissing her neck made the room spin less.
“My, you’re affectionate,” she noted happily. Not that he wasn’t usually, but that was behind closed doors. He was never like this in public where anyone could just walk by. “So, what brought on the alcohol, anyway?” Elle wondered. “You don’t seem like the type to get toasted for no reason.”
“Ryan,” Peter mumbled in response. “He wanted to celebrate. We bagged this guy…” Peter waved a hand vaguely. He wanted to tell the whole story but he couldn’t speak without slurring. Elle thought the whole thing was hilarious and made a mental note to get Peter drunk again if she ever had the chance.