Name: Peter Sampson
Nickname: Peter
Attire: Grey t-shirt, light jacket, jeans, sneakers
Location: Mario's Pizza
Tagging: Anyone
Peter watched as Jessie rambled on about how the new movies were, in fact, inferior to the older movies and shows. He wouldn't argue against him, the guy could snap him in half without trying.
"OH I am so sorry I broke into a major rambling rant there sorry about that guys bad habit please forgive me." "It's all good, Jessie," Peter began, looking up as the waitress came back with their drinks. He smiled at her and thanked her as she handed the group their chilled beverages. "We all rant a bit sometimes." Well, he didn't. He didn't talk much to begin with, so a rant would be something of a challenge.
He looked over at Trevor as he explained why he thought Burton was a mastermind of awesome, then looked at Vikki briefly said her opinions on the matter, and he could tell that there was something deeper beyond merely liking Tim Burton's
Alice or his stop animations.
"So guys after we're done here what should we do? I mean I obviously don't have to be home anytime soon so I'm free." Peter shrugged, then saw Patty come over with the ever glorious pizza pie. She'd been gone the entire time they were talking. Twas a long line indeed.
"I hope you guys like Pepperoni. I didn't think the line would be so long. So, what did I miss exactly?"
"Huzzah, sustenance has arrived," Peter said with a bit of a grin on his face. As Jessie passed out plates, he sipped at his Dr. Pepper and took a deep breath, a preparation of informing Patty of what went on while she was getting the pizza.
"You missed quite a bit of talking, like the most interesting names we've ever been called, which, sadly, wasn't very interesting, we talked about what hobbies we enjoyed, except you because you weren't here and me skipping myself because I have no real interesting hobbies, Jessie rambled on about how Nolan screwed over the Batman movies by having Christian Bale act as Wayne slash Batman, which turned into a conversation on how good Tim Burton was, and then you came along."
He looked between Trevor and John, arguing, and sighed. "And then there's the ever growing conflict between Trevor and John that's been escalating ever so slightly-"
"You know what Trevor just wait until I catch you alone you're dead you little faggot."
"Nevermind, that escalated very quickly," He said, taking another drink of his soda. "And that's pretty much it." Peter cleared his throat in embarrassment. "Uh, sorry about that. I don't usually do that. It's weird of me do talk so much..."
"How about a walk. It's a nice day," "A walk sounds fucking great I love walking around even if we don't go anywhere we can just walk and talk ya know I wouldn't mind that at all, what do you all think?"
"I," Peter began. "Think we should stay here, eat our pizza, talking all the while, and wait for John, otherwise known as a man who's taken one too many to the head and resorts to violence, and the cheerleader that's pretty much just now becoming stuck to him through a solvent made from sweat, jealousy, lust and insecurity, to leave, and be far, far away before we're finished. That way we don't get the living hell beat out of us and possibly our homicides from Mr. Football star over there never being solved due to the fact that the cops are fans of the football team of our high school."
Peter took a slice of pizza and continued, "As much as I don't like talking, and as much as I don't like John, I have a long standing history of avoiding conflict where ever I go, and I'd like to extend my considerable experience and advice when I say we stay here and wait them out. Avoid the conflict. Their taunts are merely provocations to get a rise out of us. If we give in to their taunts, then we're giving them what they want. So let's eat, then we can take a walk, nice and safe from the slaboy psikhikoy durakov that provoke us." Did he let that language change slip? He hoped not.
He looked over as a man with a fishnet shirt and hole-fileld jeans entered the establishment, looking over to them, namely Patty, and smiling. It wasn't the friendly kind of smile either. It was a smile of a predator toying with his prey. He sat at a table, ordered his food, and looked at their group. Again, mainly Patty.
"Wow it is true you do have some friends shocking who would think a girl like you Patty would find friends." Peter sat there in disbelief. Not that the man was insulting Patty, but the fact that yet another source of potential conflict walked in.
"I'm assuming that the kiçik fahiþe who things wearing fishnet will make him look cool knows you, and not in the friendliest manner." He said to Patty. He may have said that a bit loudly, but at the moment, he was starting to not care. He was getting angry. He didn't like it when he got angry.
"H-He's just messing around, guys.... You know, siblings and all," Peter raised an eyebrow at Patty, then at her supposed brother.
"I might not have any brothers of my own, but I know for a fact that brothers shouldn't treat sisters like that," Peter said, taking a bite out of his pizza.
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