Peter Petrelli | Heroes (savedthechrldr) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-01-02 00:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, ~isabel lane |
WHO: Peter Petrelli and OPEN
WHERE: The pub
WHAT: Drinking away the night
WHEN: Late Tuesday
RATING: Drinking, possible swearing
Peter sat at the bar, leaning on his hand as he finished another shot of tequila. It tasted like piss, but he'd heard it was one of the strongest drinks he could find. He'd looked forward to escaping into the oblivion of drunkenness, but it didn't seem to be happening. The fifteen glasses in front of him should have done something, shouldn't they? Unless this was yet another side effect of Claire's healing power.
Well, damn.
He was perfectly sober.
And they didn't even taste good.
The conversation he'd had with Amanda earlier was still just as clear in his mind as it had been when it had happened. And the guilt was eating him from the inside out. He needed to make this right. And if he couldn't make it right...well, he didn't know what he'd do. But she didn't want anything to do with him. He supposed he could understand to a bit, but it also seemed that she had reacted more than a little.
He hadn't said anything that terrible, had he? He certainly hadn't meant to hurt her feelings.
He looked up at the barkeeper and sighed deeply.
"Just give me the bottle, okay?"