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WHO: Peter Petrelli, Adam Monroe
WHAT: First date, first date, first date, and Peter wants to throw up.
WHERE: House, elusive restaurant, movie.
WHEN: Evening.
He was obviously insane, out of his mind, ought to be locked up, given a strait jacket, and never looked at again. Peter was about two seconds from putting himself in a mental facility for his stupid decision to agree to go on a date with Adam Monroe, his ugly, horrible, rude roommate who somehow found a way to get drunk off his ass despite Peter dumping all the alcohol in the house.
The man was insufferable, but maybe if he just agreed this once, Adam would shut up about pursuing, bothering, going after Peter. It also helped that pretty soon, some young lady will be stopping by to pick his roommate up.
Urgh.
He was in front of the mirror, slipping on his sunglasses, and frowning at his reflection. Where was he even taken them? Some burger joint and a sex education film in the ghetto? He wouldn't be surprised.
WHAT: First date, first date, first date, and Peter wants to throw up.
WHERE: House, elusive restaurant, movie.
WHEN: Evening.
He was obviously insane, out of his mind, ought to be locked up, given a strait jacket, and never looked at again. Peter was about two seconds from putting himself in a mental facility for his stupid decision to agree to go on a date with Adam Monroe, his ugly, horrible, rude roommate who somehow found a way to get drunk off his ass despite Peter dumping all the alcohol in the house.
The man was insufferable, but maybe if he just agreed this once, Adam would shut up about pursuing, bothering, going after Peter. It also helped that pretty soon, some young lady will be stopping by to pick his roommate up.
Urgh.
He was in front of the mirror, slipping on his sunglasses, and frowning at his reflection. Where was he even taken them? Some burger joint and a sex education film in the ghetto? He wouldn't be surprised.