Peter Vincent thinks people see what they want to (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} smokingmagician) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wariscoming,@ 2013-07-16 02:48:00 |
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What: Meeting for drinks
Where: A bar in town
When: Backdated to Monday evening, July 8th following this post
Warnings: language, drinking, tbd
Status: Closed, Ongoing
Peter wasn’t sure why he thought it would be any easier trying to talk to Perry or Regina or Ben than anyone else. They probably understood better than most what was running through his head at the moment, but that didn’t mean they understood completely. Just like he couldn’t understand their situations. He didn’t know any of them very well. He’d rarely spoken to any of them prior to Jerry turning each of them, one by one, into monsters like him. That was all they had to connect them really - bound via their sire. With Jerry’s death, that bond had been cut, and Peter wasn’t any more sure where he stood with any of them than with the rest of the displaced.
All he knew was that this self-imposed isolation was getting uncomfortable. He hated the sole company of his own thoughts. He kept trying to talk to people, but couldn’t find the words, or find the courage to say anything. So he’d contacted the others, trying to figure out if this was just his own personal brand of fucked up, or if they were struggling as well. Talking to Perry and Regina... it didn’t feel any easier. Going by what they’d said, it hadn’t been for them either.
And then, practically on a whim, he’d invited Perry to go get drinks. This... was probably a terrible idea. But on the other hand, he’d gone ahead with far stupider ideas than this in the past.
The bar he’d picked out was this tiny little hole-in-the-wall in one of the less busy parts of town. It was clean, cheap, and people in there tended to leave each other to their own business. Perfect for people who just wanted a drink, not to socialize. It was also one of the few places he’d found that had a beer he didn’t hate. So he’d gotten his drink and tucked himself into one of the booths on the sidewall, with a full view of both the bar and the door. Now he just had to wait for his fellow ex-monster to join him. He didn’t know what they would say to each other, or if there was even anything to say. But at least he wouldn’t be drinking alone.