Who: Peter Vincent and Andrew Wells What: Drunk and hit by Zee's inhibitionless-spell, Peter stumbles into the wrong flat Where: Andrew’s apartment at the complex When: Backdated just a bit to the wee hours of the morning, Saturday, August 18 Warnings: Peter’s foul mouth, boys flirting, alcohol use and pseudo-drug use Status: Incomplete
It was beyond late when Peter finally stumbled back into the complex, his blazer jacket dangling carelessly over one shoulder from loose fingers and the rest of his clothes in disarray. He and Lexi had gotten a head start on the tequila before the party ever started, but even taking that into consideration, he had not drunk nearly enough to affect him like this. It really felt more like a high than anything else; everything was sort of warm and hazy, and Peter couldn’t help the swell of affection towards his friends and fellow displaced . Lawrence was fucking great. He liked how that sounded in his head, and found himself saying it out loud as he waited for the elevator to reach his floor, his voice echoing off the walls in the enclosed space. “Well…aside from fucking bombs and fucking vampires ‘n fuckin’ kidnappers. And the fucking friend-stealing Seal,” he mumbled.
He was almost, positively, possibly, entirely sure that the birthday cake had been spiked. He couldn’t think what else it could be, because he certainly didn’t recall smoking anything or popping any pills. Whatever he’d been hit with, it was some good stuff, he mused as he swayed on his feet, trying to steady himself with a hand on the wall. The elevator slowed and jolted to a stop, sending him staggering sideways a little. The doors slid open, and he stared into the open space beyond in a daze. After a moment, they started to slide shut again, and the magician thrust his arm in the way, catching them so that they opened once more. Slowly, he stepped out into the hallway.
Peter made his way down the hall to the opposite end where his room was. Hopefully he wouldn’t trip over any of the boxes of stuff still all over the floor on his way to bed. He fumbled to get his keys free of his jacket pocket. It was even more of a struggle to try and unlock the door, and eventually he gave up and simply turned the knob. To his surprise, it opened readily; either he’d managed to unlock it, or he’d forgotten to lock it before leaving with Lexi earlier. Shrugging it off, he stepped inside, only to pause in the doorway. This wasn’t his apartment.