capeandcowllogs | OPEN LOG;

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OPEN LOG;

WHO:

traptinacoffin and you i guess idk
WHERE: A PUB somewhere
WHEN: at some time. 5pm-
WARNINGS: douchebagery. hotsauce. possible big words.
SUMMARY: Adam hasn't ventured out into the City much. Mostly because he's a weenie. So come fraternize with him in and around the local...bar.
FORMAT: words or gtfo

[Adam had tired of this place not soon after arriving, though he still wasn't privy to all of its ins and outs. It was certainly intriguing enough, he supposed, it merely left him little to do. It plunged itself into enough chaos without any help from him, and while it was almost refreshing to step back and merely watch the trainwreck occur--he was bored. And as always boredom led to far too much thinking. Thinking back on 400 years left far too much vulnerability, and an expanse of memories best left in the past.

He supposed that was how he ended pup in this bar, ordering appletinis and quietly watching the patrons from the corner of the room. While he couldn't actually get drunk, the alcohol was cathartic in a way. The briefest burn before his throat healed itself, and it was close enough; he could be satisfied with that much. For a man with such grandiose plans, he really could be satisfied with very little. Though extravagant to some, his demands from his own life seemed merely commonplace.

In truth, he was hoping for a few business ventures while here in the City, if only to fuel other projects. Though he wasn't sure whether or not to keep with his original goals of extinguishing New York. This wasn't even New York, let alone the one he had left behind. He wasn't even certain this dimension deserved the same fate. He took a sip and swirled his drink, leaning back against the counter. How could this place be so interesting and then, not at all. It was exhausting to Adam, even to think of it.

There was the less pressing matter, of course, to discover his eleventh wife. He had never married someone before with powers; who could truly understand, perhaps. He wondered if it would somehow change things. Here abilities were not gifted genetically, but given freely to all arrivals. It was as curious to Adam as it was offensive. These people were undeserving, but to exterminate them for that was petty. It wasn't their fault, after all. And he had no way of knowing if the virus 138 would or could destroy such a race, even if he could find someone to replicate it.

In summation, Adam was tired, and uncharacteristically directionless. He watched the Network but responded to very little. So much of it was meaningless to him. The thinning of the riots had allowed him passage into the streets and he had beelined for here, wanting to feel a part of something though he was still very much an outsider.]

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[ Peter still found it difficult not to be miserable. Even with the addition of Buffy in his life, things were hard and every single time one more thing went wrong in the city, Peter was reminded of just how little he could do. Even though here, there were people who could pick up the slack. Here there were people who truly wanted to be heroes unlike so many of the others Peter had come up against back home.

But as nice as it was to find people who cared, he was jealous. And long hours at work hardly did much to beat back the brunt of the pain. Finding friends however, helped more than he cared to admit. Friends he'd lose when he was ported back home, a thought that sent him scouring the streets, desperate for some form of distraction.

And for some reason, he found himself in another bar. As of late he'd found them comforting for some reason. He didn't have to care; he could simply get lost in the crowd and pretend like he was there to do anything but drink and stare at the nearest wall until he didn't have to think anymore. Not that he returned home every night drunk, he didn't, but compared to going back to a mansion that only reminded him of more things he didn't want to think about, hiding out in a bar seemed to be the perfect opportunity.

Except for when said bar contained the last person in the city Peter wanted to have a conversation with, all of Peter's attempts to placate himself flew out the window. Every time he so much as thought about Adam, the pit of his stomach dropped out and he'd yet found a way to make the memories not bring about a rush of emotions so dizzying he thought he'd fall apart.

He wasn't entirely sure what he was supposed to do. He'd already made it halfway inside the place and if Adam turned and saw him now, it would be blatantly, and ridiculously obvious if Peter turned and left. Whether he stayed or left, he'd be ruined for the evening, and so he attempted to slide his way back to the far corners of the pub. Which would have been far easier if he didn't have to find his way around the mass of people occupying the place. ]

[Watching the crowd as closely as he is, Adam had probably seen Peter before the other man had even noticed him, truly. He keeps swigging and idly watching the other man, making sure to glance at anything directly but Peter so it looks as though he's just missed the other's entrance. As always, Peter's actions amuse him. Perhaps it was just the distraction he needed.

He would allow Peter another few minutes to pretend he had escaped, however, turning back to the bartender and whispering conspiratorily. Grinning to himself, he takes up his new drink, allowing his eyes to settle on Peter now, picking him out of the crowd.

Though he isn't the only one, a skimpily-clad waitress approaching him with a beer, saying something along the lines of 'This is for you, handsome' before she's off to do better things. Adam raises his glass to Peter from across the room, a twinkle in his eye.]

[ Peter is, frankly, anything but amused. Thankfully for the scantily-clad waitress, Peter doesn't take it out on her, forcing a smile and taking the offered beer without another word. Peter isn't stupid enough to think that it came from anyone but Adam, and he stands where he is for a few moments, attention turned towards the other man with one hand still stuffed in his pocket.

He could still leave. Hand the beer over to someone else and get out before things got even worse. But that wasn't how Peter functioned, despite the fact that he'd turned nearly glassy-eyed as his mind churned through his options, he already knew what he was going to do even before he thought about it. He could never think straight when Adam was around, for a multitude of reasons, and it upset him all the more that even in all the middle of this, Adam could get to him without a moment's hesitation.

Giving his head a shake to regain whatever focus he might have had, he made the trek across the room before setting his beer down on the bar beside Adam. Jaw set in slight irritation, he wished he had what it took to leave before he dug himself far too deep. ]

I don't want your drinks.

[He smiles pleasantly, as if Peter had greeted him in the most cheerful way.] How nice of you to join me, Peter. However, it wasn't my intention to disrupt anything pressing.

[A clear challenge in his eyes. Will you walk away? He already knows the answer.]

[ All he had wanted to do was decompress, was that so much to ask? And now all he's trying to do is hold himself together, not even wanting to sit down in the barstool next to Adam, but so obviously not leaving. ]

The only thing i'm here for is myself. [ Which is to say that yeah, you're interrupting his introspection time, Adam. ] You can keep your beer.

You would let it go to waste? [He sighs, staring at the green liquid of his own drink before setting it down and leaning on his hand.] It's hardly as if accepting a drink from me means you've somehow allied yourself. A free drink is a free drink.

And you were staying here after all. [His eyes drift to the barstool and back to Peter suggestively.] For yourself, of course.

Edited 2011-08-10 15:14 (UTC)