Who: Peter Flynn & Lin Sasaki What: Peter has a pirate stalker... Where: San Diego, CA – Peter's apartment. When: Thursday night, February 24, 2011 Warnings: ... Pirate cute?
All Peter wanted was a quiet evening to himself. That was it. That was all he ever wanted, really, and normally he was able to get it. He'd been in San Diego for nearly a year now, but he didn't socialize, didn't have friends. If he wanted to see a movie, he'd wait till it was on DVD. If he wanted to drink, he'd drink alone. His life was a sad, lonely, boring routine, but it was all he had anymore, and he stuck to it like barnacles to a ship. Usually. This recent thing with Camelot had derailed him a little bit, but somehow, he always found himself back here. Alone.
Tonight, he just wanted to crash on the couch, have a beer, and watch his cop dramas. He didn't want to think about anything, he didn't want to reevaluate his life, none of it. He just. Wanted. To relax. But the fates had something else in store for him tonight. Not two seconds after he plopped onto his favorite cushion, there was a knock at his door. A very persistent knock. Peter let out a long groan, stood up, and slunk to the door. This, whatever this was going to be, was the last thing he needed tonight. He knew that already.
Sliding the chain and unlocking the door, Peter opened it with an exasperated, "Yeah?" Then he saw who was standing there. He honestly couldn't help it when something else slipped out, something that was... less than polite.