Dinner Party
There were calls you ignored, calls that even when you took them you said all the right things and then went on your merry way, ignoring everything that was said. Then there was those other calls. The ones that no matter how bad your gut knotted up, and how much you wanted to say no, beg off from the trip, you knew that you had no choice.
The second was the sort of call that Peter took that Thursday morning. It was that sort of call that had him on a flight from D.C. to New York that same afternoon. A single call from Angela Petrelli and he couldn't say no. A single call and a dinner party he couldn't say no to.
Taking his time at the airport, Peter changed from his jeans and tee into suit and tie. His hair was carefully combed, and he even took his time to shave there in the bathroom before calling a cab.
He didn't bother to knock, striding in and dropping his bag in the hall closet. Knowing how this went, he made his way to the den where they would be gathered for drink. They. His mom and dad. Nathan. This time there was a few others, friends of the family he was told. He tried to remember names, everything suspicious to him as he turned down each and every drink offer. He couldn't risk becoming too relaxed, couldn't take the chance of losing control. Not risk letting his eyes reveal that one of those he'd been introduced to wasn't really a stranger to him.
She was sleek and beautiful, everything he'd heard about her. Metropolitan with an exotic flair. Well spoken, kind, educated; she was everything a mother might wish in a daughter-in-law and Angela had made it clear that was her intention from the first moment Peter stepped in the room. She ensured they were close to one another, construed for them to be together, she even made sure they were sitting by one another at dinner. Everything was designed that Peter had only one focus the entire night.
Simone.
She was flirtatious and sweet and yet looking in her eyes Peter could only see one thing. Isaac writhing on the bed, pain shooting through his limbs as he detoxed from a drug she encouraged him to take. He wanted to ask her about it, push her to admit that she had been part of that life, part of who and what had made Isaac the man he'd been.
Instead Peter had smiled when appropriate, had kept conversation to a minimum and when the night ended, he'd bowed out of seeing Simone home. Instead he'd kissed his mother on the cheek, thanked her for a lovely evening and even managed not to roll his eyes. Unable to look his father in the eyes, Peter couldn't even find words to express his gratitude when Nathan suggested they head back that night rather than waiting for morning. Grabbing his bag, he didn't even worry about changing. Just yanking off his tie as he climbed into the cab.
"Smart of you in there, Pete."
"Hmmm?" He looked up at Nathan, confused.
"That girl? She'd have eaten you alive."
Peter didn't even bother agreeing. Even he knew the truth of that statement.
The second was the sort of call that Peter took that Thursday morning. It was that sort of call that had him on a flight from D.C. to New York that same afternoon. A single call from Angela Petrelli and he couldn't say no. A single call and a dinner party he couldn't say no to.
Taking his time at the airport, Peter changed from his jeans and tee into suit and tie. His hair was carefully combed, and he even took his time to shave there in the bathroom before calling a cab.
He didn't bother to knock, striding in and dropping his bag in the hall closet. Knowing how this went, he made his way to the den where they would be gathered for drink. They. His mom and dad. Nathan. This time there was a few others, friends of the family he was told. He tried to remember names, everything suspicious to him as he turned down each and every drink offer. He couldn't risk becoming too relaxed, couldn't take the chance of losing control. Not risk letting his eyes reveal that one of those he'd been introduced to wasn't really a stranger to him.
She was sleek and beautiful, everything he'd heard about her. Metropolitan with an exotic flair. Well spoken, kind, educated; she was everything a mother might wish in a daughter-in-law and Angela had made it clear that was her intention from the first moment Peter stepped in the room. She ensured they were close to one another, construed for them to be together, she even made sure they were sitting by one another at dinner. Everything was designed that Peter had only one focus the entire night.
Simone.
She was flirtatious and sweet and yet looking in her eyes Peter could only see one thing. Isaac writhing on the bed, pain shooting through his limbs as he detoxed from a drug she encouraged him to take. He wanted to ask her about it, push her to admit that she had been part of that life, part of who and what had made Isaac the man he'd been.
Instead Peter had smiled when appropriate, had kept conversation to a minimum and when the night ended, he'd bowed out of seeing Simone home. Instead he'd kissed his mother on the cheek, thanked her for a lovely evening and even managed not to roll his eyes. Unable to look his father in the eyes, Peter couldn't even find words to express his gratitude when Nathan suggested they head back that night rather than waiting for morning. Grabbing his bag, he didn't even worry about changing. Just yanking off his tie as he climbed into the cab.
"Smart of you in there, Pete."
"Hmmm?" He looked up at Nathan, confused.
"That girl? She'd have eaten you alive."
Peter didn't even bother agreeing. Even he knew the truth of that statement.