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tampered2013-12-29 01:41 am
velveteenwolf) wrote in tampered2013-12-29 01:41 am
Oh, I've Got a Car That's Red Like Rubies
When: Christmas Morning
Where: Near Peter's Apartment
Rating: PG-13 for language and the best Christmas Gift in the World. Will update if needed.
Characters: Peter Rumancek and Roman Godfrey
Summary: What do you get an entitled richboy for Christmas, anyway?
It's Christmas Morning, and Peter's not in the apartment.
The Christmas lights are on, gleaming brightly, their diminutive fucking Charlie-Brown-Christmas tree looking more adorable than sad on this particular morning, as if it knows it's got a job to do. There's a note, impossible to miss, with Roman's name scrawled in bright fucking red, with just the words parking lot. bring smokes. scrawled in Peter's unmistakable scrawl on the other side. Yeah, so it's fucking cliche as shit, but playing off oh hey, I got you a car when it includes having to walk down stairs and crap is gonna be ridiculous no matter how he plays it. So, he might as well go all out, right?
He's leaning against the hood, with one of those shitty little red bows for presents on his shoulder. He's pretty sure if he put it on the car Roman would give him shit about messing up the paint job or whatever. He's got two glasses of cider, both spiked with a nice dark rum he'dstolen found. He'd never talk to the Anonymous guys before, but, hey. Christmas was worth it. Roman was worth it. Even if he was still kind of skittish about saying it to his face. All of this was new. Good, in a weird sort of way. But still new.
Peter is just going to sip his cider and wait, staring at the white snow that he's protected from under the overhang, and listening intently to the stillness in between the beats of his own heart.
Where: Near Peter's Apartment
Rating: PG-13 for language and the best Christmas Gift in the World. Will update if needed.
Characters: Peter Rumancek and Roman Godfrey
Summary: What do you get an entitled richboy for Christmas, anyway?
It's Christmas Morning, and Peter's not in the apartment.
The Christmas lights are on, gleaming brightly, their diminutive fucking Charlie-Brown-Christmas tree looking more adorable than sad on this particular morning, as if it knows it's got a job to do. There's a note, impossible to miss, with Roman's name scrawled in bright fucking red, with just the words parking lot. bring smokes. scrawled in Peter's unmistakable scrawl on the other side. Yeah, so it's fucking cliche as shit, but playing off oh hey, I got you a car when it includes having to walk down stairs and crap is gonna be ridiculous no matter how he plays it. So, he might as well go all out, right?
He's leaning against the hood, with one of those shitty little red bows for presents on his shoulder. He's pretty sure if he put it on the car Roman would give him shit about messing up the paint job or whatever. He's got two glasses of cider, both spiked with a nice dark rum he'd
Peter is just going to sip his cider and wait, staring at the white snow that he's protected from under the overhang, and listening intently to the stillness in between the beats of his own heart.