Peter Kimura Whelan (itakunai) wrote in remains_rpg, @ 2016-01-17 22:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2019 [01] january, noa bellamy, pete whelan |
Who: Pete Whelan and Noa Bellamy
Where: The White Trail
When: Backdated to 1/3
What: What else is there to do in an apocalypse but drink and make new friends?
He was a hypocrite, plain and simple. There was no doubting that. Somehow, though, keeping in touch with Noa and even setting up this meet up at the White Trail seemed different than the anger and betrayal he still felt whenever he thought of Max or Savannah. They'd been people he thought he knew, and now that he couldn't think about them without their affiliations coming to mind -- and in Max's case, the things he'd done to the hospital while he'd lived there -- Pete wasn't sure things would ever be the same.
It was different for Demi, though, and for Noa. Hell, even Teagan. Demi had never made a point of hiding the fact that her dad had been in jail and that she'd grown up around MCs. When he had found out about the crew she'd run with before her arrest and relocation to the Capitol, he'd been disappointed but it had still made sense. And Noa and Teagan he'd met both in the context of the Hellhounds. There'd never been any discomfort or confusion because he'd known where they stood right from the start.
And maybe he was starting to rethink and question a few things about the way the Capitol ran things at the hospital. It wasn't like he and Noa were meeting up to talk about politics. They were just meeting up because... well. Pete didn't have a really good reason why, he just knew he wanted to see her.
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He's the first one there when he arrives to the White Trail, parking just outside after a relatively uneventful trip from the UMCB. The bar's a neutral space, one he'd never thought he'd need to take advantage of for his own personal purposes. Pete places an order for vodka, setting a can down onto the counter, then takes a seat at a corner table while he waits.