Peter Quill (betterthanhoff) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2020-04-29 09:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | katherine pierce, peter quill (star-lord) |
WHO: Peter Quill and Kat
WHERE: Kat's work
WHEN: Beginning of March, before this
WHAT: The FWBs are now just Fs...if they even were in the first place :p
WARNINGS: Low
STATUS: Complete
Katherine had really stepped up her game since she’s been running the bar, she felt like she lived there now, but honestly she was thriving with the responsibility. She was in plain jeans and plain red shirt with her hair pulled out of her face making an inventory list behind the bar of what needed to be in stock before happy hour hit.
The bar was already open, but it was mainly corporate people having drinks with clients or quick lunch. She wasn’t bartending so she wasn’t paying attention to her surroundings as she checked out bottles
Peter was actually nervous.
This was weird and not what he was used to.
First off, he was never nervous. Not about ending things. It wasn’t like there were emotions or anything important attached to this. Sure, he’d had a year long booty call ...but she wasn’t his only booty call either.
Still. This felt weird.
Walking into the bar, he looked around and couldn’t help but check out her ass as she stood behind the counter. Fuck, she was hot. But nope! That’s not what he was there for … or was he.
Would one last quickie really change things?
“Sup, Kat,” he drawled, coming up to her. “Long time no see.”
“You know where I’ve been,” she chimed back as she jotted down a number, their fling has been going on for awhile, she knew his voice. Turning to look at him with an arched brow, “Happy hour isn’t for a few more hours,” she joked lightly and tossed her pen down.
Her eyes scanned his body, then back at his face, she looked at him oddly. “Why are you here?” he normally text or she would text him for a booty call, but she had been very busy lately with the bar.
“You’re not pregnant are you?” she joked
Peter rolled his eyes. “No,” he scoffed. “That was you, remember?” Still one of the weirder moments of his life.
“Shut up,” she told him with a roll of her eyes, but she smiled at him, chuckled even. “Want a drink?” she asked him.
Did he? He probably did, and he probably needed one but at the same time he was trying to get grown up. “Sure, a shot.” That was fast, and would get him out of there. “Whatever you want. I bet you’ll pick something ridiculously girly, and that’s cool. I am comfortable in my sexuality.”
Peter hopped onto a stool and drummed his fingers. “I needed to talk to you about something anyways, if you have time.”
“I drink whiskey,” she informed him with a snort as she pulled a bottle down from the top shelf and poured the shot. She put the bottle back up and then turned to hand him the glass, “Sure, I got time.” she told him, “you wanna head back to the office or you want to talk here?” She gave him an odd look, “are you alright?” she normally wouldn’t ask but he seeked her out to talk.
Peter nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine. Are you alright?” He smirked and poured himself a small glass before handing the bottle back. “And I don’t know that we need to go anywhere else.” He slammed the drink and gave his head a shake while the liquid burned down his throat.
“I just… I think I’m going to try to make it official with Wanda. So we need to stop … this . I don’t think you’ll care, really, but wanted to let you know.”
He wondered if she would finally stab him.
When he asked if she was alright, she arched a brow and just nodded her head yes. She leaned against the bar as she listened to him, then smirked slightly as he talked. She liked Peter, if they didn’t clash in personalities, perhaps she would have tried to date him, but they both were honest from the start on how that was never going to happen.
“About time!” she told him “I wish you and her the best,” she told him sincerely as she shifted to stand up. “Thanks for coming to tell me, you could have easily text, called, ghosted me,” she chuckled, “I would have done that.” Clearly Peter was a better person than her.
“Yeah?” Pleased that she wasn’t going to hurt him, Peter visibly loosened up. “Who fucking ghosts people anyways? That’s stupid. I’m immature as all hell and hey -- what do you mean about time?”
Now that he thought about it, he probably had talked to Kat about Wanda multiple times ….and always at weird times. It was amazing that Kat had put up with it as long as she had, actually. “I mean, it’s only been like ...a year. Why rush these things?”
Laughing she shook her head, got the bottle back out and poured him a bigger glass along with one for her. “You were talking it hella slow, you better be glad she didn’t give up on you. Texting her while in another’s bed…” she slid the glass to him, “not every girl will put up that, Petey.”
Taking her own glass she drained half of it, “Honestly, if we were more attracted to each other than sexually, I wouldn’t have put up with it on my end.” She winked at him, “ you have liked her for a while, about time your brain caught up with your heart.”
Peter opened his mouth to argue but he closed it quickly. There wasn't much to say. “I’m a fucking dick, aren’t I?” He chuckled lightly and reached for the glass. “She always knew about you too, by the way. I didn’t hide it. I really have no fuuuucking idea how she put up with it too. And ...well, you’re not the only one either. My contacts looks so empty now, deleted half the numbers…”
He gave her a wry smile. “She is pretty amazing. I’m lucky.”
“Look, the first thing we ever agreed on, you’re a dick!” Katherine smiled at him, nodded her head, “you’ll make friends, you’re okay, annoying, but okay,” She downed the rest of her drink, “if you want, you can keep mine in as a friend, but don’t tell anyone.” She shifted back to put the
glass below the bar to be washed later.
“We done here?” she asked him and nodded her head to the door so he could leave.
“Uh … yeah, I guess.” That was pretty painless. “And for what it’s worth -- you are terrifyingly awesome. I’ve kept you in my phone as psycho bitch so you’ll still see me around.”
He grinned.
“Plus, the drinks are cheap here.” He downed his second glass and gave a salute. “Peace out, Kat. Catch you around.”