Peter Hale is basically satan in a v-neck. (notfireproof) wrote in magicalworld, @ 2015-11-14 00:02:00 |
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Graduating from law school should have been something worth celebrating, but in the eyes of Peter Hale, it wouldn’t be. To say that he was not proud of what he had accomplished couldn’t be further from the truth, but there was no room for celebration because, to him, there wasn’t one earned. Putting himself through eight years of school with no help from anyone was testament enough to how far Peter would go to prove to not only himself but his entire family that one day he would make something extraordinary of himself and they would all realize just how wrong they had all been. But his two degrees were only milestones on a path he couldn’t really determine the length of and that, was the reason there was no cause for celebratory anything. And, graduating law school was only half the degree; he still needed to pass the bar and then proceed onto taking the steps required to attain his accreditation as a CPA. Except he was in Mexico. The exact turn of events that landed him in the middle of one of the most un-tourist-friendly yet popular areas of Mexico was a bizarre and, to him, rather unfathomable string of moments that he was still attempting to figure out. Despite being a “hot blooded twenty-five year old,” the typically alluring Spring Break trappings never really appealed to him. To the majority of the people who were as close to friends with Peter Hale as he could afford, he was a picture perfect example of wasted potential. Of the group of them (and, if the ego was talking, the whole graduating class), Peter was undoubtedly one of the most attractive members and yet he only ever listed one girlfriend in high school and none since. While others were going to the bars that were littered around the area, Peter kept his eyes on the future he wanted and to get there, he didn’t have time to waste on things that didn’t matter. And yet, he was in Mexico. True, he had worked himself half to death the past eight years putting himself through school and maybe his subconscious finally decided enough was enough. Peter lived so much of his seemingly short twenty-five years looking too far ahead that he felt he missed the majority of the quarter century he had been kicking around the planet. That wouldn’t matter in the long run once he got everything he ever wanted, everything he believed he deserved. Or, at least that was what he told himself. At the moment, he was trying to figure out if this temporary vacation south of the border had really been worth the trip as the music tore through his ears unlike anything he had been subjected to in quite some time. Two of his friends had already vanished off somewhere and another disappeared to get drinks, leaving him alone with the weak link in their friend group that had actually been the benefactor for the entire trip. As far as Peter was concerned, they only ever kept him around to bum money off him; he was a terrible conversationalist and awkward to boot. Any small talk initiated with him was shot down out of the sky like a lead balloon after only a few lines. Standing up, Peter made a passing comment about needing to clear his head and get out of the noise before making a break from the table without waiting for whatever inane comment the guy could make. Even with his enhanced hearing, Peter doubted he would ever hear anything over the thundering bass and bizarre high-pitched tones of whatever kind of “music” this was. Groaning over the music choice made him wonder how he had gotten so old in only twenty-five years. The only clear path to the door unfortunately led him past the DJ booth and Peter took a deep breath to steel himself and, releasing it in a sigh, began to push forward through the crowd. He was well and truly prepared to physically move anyone in his way on his quest to the door, his body ready to do so on autopilot as his mind was already calculating how much he had in his bank account and whether it would be enough to get him back to Connecticut. The prognosis was grim. |