Sweet Surrender

[chimeramimic]

Who: Nathan and Peter Petrelli
When: Friday Night
Where: Home next to the jail
Summary: The first week in F3 is almost over
Rating: R/NC-17 likely?
Warnings: REALLY inappropriate behavior for older brothers to conduct on their little brothers.

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[law_anddisorder]

"This place reminds me of one of those movies where all the main characters take a road trip and wind up in some backwoods town somewhere. The place looks normal until they start noticing things that aren't right. It's haunted, there's a God damn serial killer on the loose, or it's teeming with monsters

[chimeramimic]

"Some people have to be responsible adults," Peter mutters, pushing Nathan's arm from his shoulders so he can get up again. Water will be precious, so he doesn't touch that, but there had been cans of a fizzy blue drink in the bar too and he's got to say, he's a little addicted to them.

He's never had blueberry soda before. And he's sure he'd be getting cavities if that was possible.

Truthfully, Nathan worries him. For the past few nights, he's been keeping to himself, his own cot, but then again, that's because he's been drunk off of his ass. And Peter isn't sure when saying no is going to stop working.

Peter's addiction to blueberry soda is precious. Canon now.<3

[law_anddisorder]

"Well thank God at least one of us is," Nathan teases, swiping the can out of Peter's hand and taking a look at it.

"Jesus, look at the caffeine content in this! And it's pure sugar. Ma would have a fit," Nathan says. He takes a sip of it and shivers at the taste. He's never been a fan of sugary, carbonated drinks that turn one's mouth an unnatural color.

He passes it right back and gets himself some water instead. He's going to lay off the alcohol for a while; he drank himself stupid for two days straight, and sobriety is a welcome change. He could definitely use some more sleep.

Nathan ducks into the back room where Peter's set up a makeshift bedroom, and strips off his boots and his shirt, getting under the covers before the chill of the desert night takes hold.

"Don't be surprised if you find me in your bed in the middle of the night, Pete. It's fucking freezing," he mumbles into his pillow.

Is there such a thing as blueberry soda? >.>

[chimeramimic]

"Twenty-six, Nathan. Mom can't have a fit when I'm an adult--" Well she can and she has but Peter's going to grouse around now, grumpy thing, flipping through more commercials for things that shouldn't exist in a Western. Like...oh...space ships.

Space ships?!

Peter might have been more worried about Nathan suddenly suggesting that he'd turn up in his bed if he isn't currently on his knees in front of the plasma screen, hands pressed to the wall. "Big Bob's Ship Yard. Nathan, Jesus, look at this! They repair space ships! THERE ARE SPACE SHIPS!"

This? This is awesome.