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tampered2014-01-02 03:35 am
velveteenwolf) wrote in tampered2014-01-02 03:35 am
Oh, here they come, the beautiful ones
When: New Years Eve
Where: Roman's Car, all around the City
Rating: PG-13? Language and drinking and kissing at midnight.
Characters: Peter Rumancek, Roman Godfrey, Lydia Martin, Allison Argent, Julie Grigio.
Summary: It's New Years Eve, everyone's dressed up, and they're cruising in Roman's beautiful Christmas present.
Peter was chagrined to admit that he actually had a tuxedo in his closet, but after the trick the City had played on him early in December, he'd found himself more or less stuck in the damn things for a whole weekend. And so they lived in his closet, next to the clothes he'd worn as a girl. They had champagne in the car, of course. Because it wasn't really New Years Eve if you weren't partying on the way to the party, right? Peter hadn't even bothered trying to figure out how to tie his bowtie, and it just hung loose through the collar. He wasn't going to comment on how good Roman looked in a tux and his stupid fucking metal sexy-ass sports car. Lydia had been right; they looked like rich assholes out of some photoshoot. Whatever. For tonight, he'd roll with it. Pretend to be some fancy fucker in a tuxedo who knew the difference between champagne and sparkling wine (he'd picked up that champagne was more French, or some bullshit like that).
But, right now, it was almost like back home, almost like before everything went to shit. It was just him and Roman, with the wind and the cold and that warm, easy familiarity as they drove through the City on the way to pick up Lydia and Allison. It felt like a good night. Hell, it had been a good week, really. A great week, even, just maybe. Maybe it was just that whole, holidays spirit that he didn't really believe in, or that the City had seemed to get bored with the more disturbing, painful sort of curses. But things were good. Surprisingly so. It had that idiot smile still curving his lips as he slouched back in his seat, head tipped back.
He'd never get tired of Roman and his stupid sexy red car.
Where: Roman's Car, all around the City
Rating: PG-13? Language and drinking and kissing at midnight.
Characters: Peter Rumancek, Roman Godfrey, Lydia Martin, Allison Argent, Julie Grigio.
Summary: It's New Years Eve, everyone's dressed up, and they're cruising in Roman's beautiful Christmas present.
Peter was chagrined to admit that he actually had a tuxedo in his closet, but after the trick the City had played on him early in December, he'd found himself more or less stuck in the damn things for a whole weekend. And so they lived in his closet, next to the clothes he'd worn as a girl. They had champagne in the car, of course. Because it wasn't really New Years Eve if you weren't partying on the way to the party, right? Peter hadn't even bothered trying to figure out how to tie his bowtie, and it just hung loose through the collar. He wasn't going to comment on how good Roman looked in a tux and his stupid fucking metal sexy-ass sports car. Lydia had been right; they looked like rich assholes out of some photoshoot. Whatever. For tonight, he'd roll with it. Pretend to be some fancy fucker in a tuxedo who knew the difference between champagne and sparkling wine (he'd picked up that champagne was more French, or some bullshit like that).
But, right now, it was almost like back home, almost like before everything went to shit. It was just him and Roman, with the wind and the cold and that warm, easy familiarity as they drove through the City on the way to pick up Lydia and Allison. It felt like a good night. Hell, it had been a good week, really. A great week, even, just maybe. Maybe it was just that whole, holidays spirit that he didn't really believe in, or that the City had seemed to get bored with the more disturbing, painful sort of curses. But things were good. Surprisingly so. It had that idiot smile still curving his lips as he slouched back in his seat, head tipped back.
He'd never get tired of Roman and his stupid sexy red car.