Pete Wisdom doesn't like codenames (notinspandex) wrote in newalliance, @ 2012-09-24 00:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | heat wave, pete wisdom |
Who: Pete Wisdom & OPEN
When: Saturday, September 22, 2012
Where: bar frequented by a number of Rogues, NYC
What: Disgruntled (adult!)Pete needs a drink. Or twelve. It's been that kind of week.
Rating: PG 'cause Pete isn't very good at child-friendly language all the time.
Pete was in a mood. Not the typical "snark-at-Apollo-until-he-scowls" sort of mood. Or the "snark-at-Fury-until-he-scowls" sort of mood. It was the kind of mood that came from spending a week in his gangly teenage body, fighting trolls for the sake of some overgrown (which was an understatement from his perspective) inter dimensional television tyrant that was looking for ratings, and generally putting up with way too many teenagers at the same time. Pete needed a break and with the debriefing after the missions combined with the number of meetings, reports, and bloody stupid things that needed doing in the aftermath of the Avenger's mission to handle the problem, that just hadn't happened until today. He wanted to be drunk. And he wanted to be drunk now. That wasn't exactly hard to do here in the city. And with the amazing reality distortion powers of the Carrier, teleportation was just a few handy button presses away. Unfortunately, all those atoms rearranging made him just that much queasy. So there he was in a seedy little bar somewhere in New York City, knocking back an overpriced import beer at the bar itself and trying to ignore the fact that his stomach was still doing little flips every now and again. And to make things worse? He'd lost his bloody lighter. And with a near audible growl, he turned to whomever happened to be closest at the bar with a near resigned expression. "Don't happen to have a light, do you?" |