Backdated to late Thursday afternoon Who: Pete and Kitty What: Smoking and explanations Where: Just inside the gates When: Thursday Late afternoon Rating: PG-13 (Language at least) Status: Complete
Pete needed a fag. Badly. Unfortunately, his cigarettes were on lockdown until they were cleaned or destroyed and he liked needed to nab some more. But he was getting more and more fidgety as the day wore on. It'd been at least ten hours since he'd had a cigarette. Days since he'd had a drink.
It didn't help that Wisdom had caught Kitty looking at him when she'd gotten the girls' clothing. He'd not had a shirt on and she'd have recognized his good luck charm if she didn't recognize his scarred up carcass. He'd not missed the look on her face.
God only knew what she was thinking. She'd heard the kids call him Pete, so she knew he'd either lied to her or lied to them. His kitten was a smart one. She had caught all of his hints and possibly picked up a few things on her own. Which was why he'd had to break off contact completely. She was smart enough to find him. And well, finding him was rarely ever safe, considering the business he'd worked it.
All of that was just making Pete's nicotine deprivation worse. He'd excused himself when McCoy had cleared him and was now pacing back and forth outside, wondering who in this bloody place he could bum a fag off of.