Who: Pete and Rick Where: That fun bar that always seems to be around the corner XD What: Pete's self medicating, Rick is awesome. When: Night time! (at least he's not drunk before noon!) Warnings: I'm sure all concerned parties will keep their clothes on.
Pete couldn't stay in that apartment for much longer, he hadn't left except to walk the dog and it was driving him crazy. He picked up the phone to ring Lena more than once and settled instead on chucking the phone against the wall. That wasn't his M.O. or his normal behavior and he knew he had to get out.
He set off walking without really knowing where he was going, but it didn't take him long before he was stepping into a bar he visited on occasion. He'd have a few drinks, go home and sleep it off. This also wasn't his normal behavior, but he needed something to take his mind off of it all for the time being. He doubted anyone would blame him at all, and really who did he have to judge him? Kiki? He was pretty sure she would support this method of coping.
He sat down at the bar and ordered a beer, he drank about half of it one gulp and wondered if he ought to switch to the hard stuff and call it good. He didn't want to be this way, but he didn't want to be short one wife either. Apparently you can't always get what you want.