cautionarytale

[ooc: Elle got stupidly, horribly drunk because LOL FREE BOOZE and various other reasons like loneliness and homesickness and Adam gave her a taste for it, but mostly blame this post. Her drunken argument with Libby is also where a lot of this stuff is coming from, so it's not TOTALLY random.]

[fail!private to Peter, actually public because she's drunk]

Why cant we live happily ever after?

And dont believe people who say your not good enough because youre a hero, I dont care what naybody says. there ALL WRONG. But woudl it kill you to be more irres iruspons less respsn more fun sometimes?

i love you

But you never CUT LOOSE.

and your brother and your neive niece suck. just leave em. They wouldnt notice anyway. Theyre too into themselves and all your brother does is put you down. We can bring Adam and keep him in a basket or something.

But you wont let us leave because youve got a stick up your butt so at least lemme move in with you PLEASE. I'll be good and I won't put anymore scorch marks on any of your stuff probably

[fail!private to Adam]

youre like a racecar

Next time were in a port with cars, lets steal a racecar. I wanna drive really fast.

[fail!private to Kirk and Jack Harkness]

I hate you both. why cant i just go home or at least give it back

[fail!private to Tony]

your naive. I think someone hsould pick you up by your ankles and shake you til all the naive falls out.

Would that work? Or would it jsut be really funny

[fail!private to Sylar]

I dont wanna annoy OR bother you. Sometimes your nice and I miss what we never had but mostly I wanna KILL you. I shouldve been better and killed you before then I wouldnt be dead or fucked or fucked and dead or whateevr and my dad'd still be alive. But maybe you coud come over sometime and I could tweeze your eyebrows. or I'll do something better wirh your hair if you want,. im good at tahat. Or maybe I'll kill you, I dunno.

Somwtimes i think about filing you up with so much electricity youre all made out of blue light. At least youd be pretty when you died. Not YOU exactly but the light would be.

~~i miss it~~
Why didn't I kill you in your apartment? I shouldve known what id turned you into. I shouldve killed you in the lab too. I raelly wish I hated you. I made you into a monster so msotly i hate me for not putting you down before you fucked up my life.

... if I mde you in my own image does that make me yuor god?

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[The thing is, Peter isn't mad. He's mostly just concerned and a little confused. Does not being a race car thief mean that she wants to break up with him?

He settles in next to her, propping himself up on one elbow to get a good look at her, his other arm resting on her stomach.]

"So you want to keep Adam in a basket, huh? I don't think he's going to like that."

Edited 2009-08-05 08:07 (UTC)

[Elle almost laughs, but decides that all-in-all she'd rather avoid unnecessary facial movements.]

"That was my solution to you not wanting to leave him behind. I think."

[Most of last night is pretty fuzzy, and looking back on some of the things she'd written, they make absolutely no sense now. Well, they sort of do, in a really abstract way, but she's still not sure about what half the things she said to Libby mean.]

"I don't think he'd like it either."

"He'd probably just complain about everything."

[Peter rolls his eyes a little because he's pretty sure that Adam will complain about something, no matter where he is or if he has everything that he claims he wants. There'll still be something to whine about.]

"So what parts did you mean?"

[Elle actually meant all of it, to one degree or another. But she's convinced he's angry about something she said, and most of it doesn't seem terribly important now that she's sober.]

"The part about you being a hero?"

[She says it tentatively, as a question, and rests one hand on the arm on her stomach while raising the other hand to touch his chin. She tries to spark him, but the only electricity she can generate in this condition seems to be a pathetic little fizzle. So she tries giving him a tiny encouraging smile instead.]

[Peter smiles at her because he hasn't really been feeling like a hero lately but if she thinks he's one, then that has to count for something. He moves to grip her hand, giving it a soft squeeze.]

"That's it? You don't really want to move in to my room?"

[Elle shrugs a little, which only makes her head twinge. After a quick wince, she manages another smile.]

"Yeah, I meant that part too."

[She should just tell him. He'll find out if he bothers to read Sexby's post anyway.]

"I hit on some guy last night. But only," [she adds hurriedly,] "because I was really drunk. And I was a little mad that I might've been able to leave and didn't."

[She doesn't remember exactly what happened with Sexby, but she knows it wasn't anything inappropriate - not even by Peter's standards.]

"And nothing happened. He just came over and... we didn't even really hang out. I think he just, like, lectured me. And if it makes you feel better, I think I told Libby you were like a racecar and had pretty insides, or something. I was really drunk, but I'm almost positive those were supposed to be compliments."

[She watches him wide-eyed, hoping he won't be mad at her.]

[Yeah, Peter is a little annoyed that she flirted with someone, after they'd had that huge fight about it but she told him about it and if she swears that nothing happened, then he believes her.

He laces his fingers with hers, not saying anything more for another minute or so. Peter doesn't want to fight about it and perhaps her telling him when she does it is the best he can hope for.]

"We should hide alcohol from you."

[He sighs softly, it's not a disappointed sound. Just wary.]

"You do a lot of weird stuff. So long as it doesn't turn into anything more than that, just flirting and... lecturing apparently, I think I can live with it. I mean I don't like it any more but you don't like my family, so we should try to meet somewhere in the middle."

Edited 2009-08-06 07:28 (UTC)

"It didn't. It's kinda fuzzy but I know nothing happened."

[Elle's a little disappointed when he suggests hiding alcohol from her, whether he's serious or not. Getting drunk can be fun, except for the killer hangovers. She chooses not to comment on his family, in case he's upset about her drunken diatribe about them.]

"I just wanted to do something fun."

[She rolls closer to him, taking a moment to settle in once she's on her side and pressed against him.]

"And you're the only one I want, anyway."

[And while she's confessing, since Libby knows and will probably blab about it...]

"This was, like, years ago, but you know how I slept with some guy to see what it was like? Some guy was Adam. But we're not... like that anymore. Adam's just... my friend."

[True enough, even if she'd kissed Adam a lot more recently than years ago, but they're doing the just friends thing now. And even though she's far too terrified of putting a foot wrong to admit the whole truth, she still expects Peter to be mad.]

"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. But we're just friends now, promise."

[And if she tells herself that omitting isn't the same as lying, she doesn't have to feel too bad about it. She thinks.]

Edited 2009-08-06 09:13 (UTC)

[Peter really has no idea why she looks so scared and nervous right then. Does she expect him to be mad because of something that happened in the past, before she ever met him? He doesn't think that she can hold his past against him and it'd be a little insane if she did.]

"Elle, I know."

[He moves to fiddle with her hair, giving her a soft smile.]

"Adam told me back in Hartsdale. It's not... it's not a big deal at all. You have a past, Elle. So do I. We're not sleeping with those people anymore, so it doesn't matter."

[Elle is beyond relieved that he already knows and it doesn't matter. Although now she feels really dumb for being so worried about it for so long.

She grins at him and sends a little shock through the fingers laced through his, which turns into another pathetic little fizzle because her head is still pounding.]

"Okay. That's good, I guess. So we're okay?"

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