Peter Petrelli (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} borrowedpower) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} prideview_nyc,@ 2008-12-17 15:20:00 |
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WHO: Peter Petrelli and Lady Heather
WHERE: Impero
WHEN: 9:30 PM, 12/17/08
RATING: R? Will revise if need be
STATUS: Incomplete
Peter had no idea what he was doing, but this was news how exactly? He was in the back of a cab, headed toward a sex club to meet with the proprietor. Lady Heather's post had sounded intriguing and she was a beautiful lady herself, both of which had factored into Peter's curiosity getting the better of him.
He could only imagine what his father would think of him if he found out. Then he winced, realizing he was judging his father's past self based on the reactions of his father's future self. Still, that disappointment had come from somewhere, right? If the future Arthur believed that Peter was worthless, what was to stop the past version from thinking the same thing?
He sighed and thanked the driver as the cab came to a stop outside the club. He paid the fare and then got out of the cab, looking at the exterior of the club. Licking his lips, he braced himself as he walked up to the entrance. He hesitated a moment and then opened the door, stepping into the club.
WHERE: Impero
WHEN: 9:30 PM, 12/17/08
RATING: R? Will revise if need be
STATUS: Incomplete
Peter had no idea what he was doing, but this was news how exactly? He was in the back of a cab, headed toward a sex club to meet with the proprietor. Lady Heather's post had sounded intriguing and she was a beautiful lady herself, both of which had factored into Peter's curiosity getting the better of him.
He could only imagine what his father would think of him if he found out. Then he winced, realizing he was judging his father's past self based on the reactions of his father's future self. Still, that disappointment had come from somewhere, right? If the future Arthur believed that Peter was worthless, what was to stop the past version from thinking the same thing?
He sighed and thanked the driver as the cab came to a stop outside the club. He paid the fare and then got out of the cab, looking at the exterior of the club. Licking his lips, he braced himself as he walked up to the entrance. He hesitated a moment and then opened the door, stepping into the club.