Amy Peterson (ripefruit) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2012-05-21 21:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | amy peterson, peter vincent |
Who: Amy Peterson, open to Peter Vincent
What: Amy is stopping by Peter's place with donuts and coffee drinks, a sort of temporary replacement for Midori.
Where: The apartment complex, Peter's apartment
When: Afternoon, Monday May 21
Warnings: Possibly language, but otherwise fine
Amy felt a little bit awkward as she tried to balance all that she was carrying. It was only a box of a dozen assorted donuts topped with a beverage tray of two iced coffee drinks, but it was hard to balance as she walked. This was surprising. She could usually handle herself with grace, something that came from being athletic. All of these things were meant to be shared with Peter. She knew that he probably would have preferred Midori to sweets, but buying alcohol required a fake ID and Amy didn't even have her actual, legal ID with her in Lawrence.
It seemed incredibly lucky that Peter had shown up shortly after Amy. He was, after all, the only vampire expert she knew (and a friend, of course) and it was very comforting to have such an expert in a world that seemed to be teeming with vampires. She had been told time and time again that these vampires were generally a peaceful sort, never posing any threat, but it would take a lot of time and a lot of experience to truly convince Amy of that. On that night when she had been a vampire she certainly didn't feel like a laid back, friendly vampire. She'd felt a kind of blood lust she'd previously thought could only belong to a wild predator. Just thinking about it made her shudder a little and she had to take a moment to balance her load of donuts and iced coffee.
She was getting the knack of navigating around the apartment complex she now called home. It was pretty easy, really. She supposed that the next step was getting the lay of the land around Lawrence and then she could move on to destinations outside like Kansas City. Amy shook her head at the thought, telling herself that she might not have time for such things. After all, people went home every single day. For all she knew she could be scheduled for departure at any minute. It was probably best to take certain things as they came.
This was it, his apartment. Amy stopped and stood silent for a moment, trying to figure out how to free up a hand to knock on Peter's door. She lifted a leg to balance things on her knee, looking a little foolish standing on one leg like some kind of flamingo. She gave the door a few gentle raps with her knuckles, waiting for him to answer the door.