Sophie didn’t often get messily drunk but today was one of those days where she truly let her hair down. The two friend’s she had arrived with had found a pair of equally drunk guys and had all stumbled off somewhere leaving Sophie to fend for herself, something she was more than happy to do. Making friends whilst intoxicated was one of Sophie’s favourite things to do. She grabbed the hand of a nearby person, tugging it just enough to get their attention before letting go, “I’m getting shots, want one?” she asked, “pick your poison,” raising an eyebrow as if challenging them to some kind of non-existant competition. 

Peter should be concerned with how often he found himself in the pubs these past few months, but he attributed it to both boredom and the small percent of Irish in him. That way it didn't seem too bad. Though, in his defense, he usually cut himself off since he wasn't trying to become a drunk. He was headed to the bar when a woman took hold of his hand and Peter's initial response was to pull his hand away, but she beat him to it. This was new. "Ok." Though he really wasn't sure. "Vodka shot."

Cass still wasn’t entirely sure where she stood on things with Peter, not if she was being honest with herself. Did she like him? Yes. Was their kiss amazing? Hell, yes. Was she anywhere near ready to try a relationship? That, she didn’t know. But Peter knew what she’d gone through, and even with her warning of not knowing what she was doing, he was still willing to take the risk on her. That in and of itself meant the world to her, but she wasn’t sure she was worth risking their friendship for. Despite all of the worry and indecision inside of her, Cass was still excited about the idea of a date with the man. 

It was a fairly normal day at the stables; Cass taught a few classes, took a few individual students through jump courses, nothing too grueling. What was out of the ordinary was that she had actually put on makeup for the day, knowing she wouldn’t have much of a chance to do so later. She was still in simple barn clothes - jeans, boots, and a plain, long-sleeved t-shirt, but she’d also made sure to pack a dress in her bag along with a pair of low heels. A dress. Cass hadn’t worn a dress since she’d moved to England. Knowing that Peter wouldn’t be showing up til later, she figured she’d have time to change before he actually got there. Apparently, she had mistimed things though, because as she had just put the last horse up into his stall, giggling as the gelding lipped at her curls, she turned around just in time to see Peter walk through the door, wearing possibly the most ridiculous outfit she could have imagined. Both brows rose as he shimmied his way toward her, pulling out a very bad attempt at what sounded like a John Wayne impression. Her eyes then moved to the carrots in his hand, her lips spreading into a grin before she gave in to the laughter, her hand coming up to cover her mouth. “Oh– my God… you really went all out, didn’t you?” 

"Only for you." The smile on Peter’s face was almost too big to fit on his face at this point. Though he fully blamed that on the pleasant reaction that Cass gave at the sight he offered. A big part of him was glad that he had opted for the outfit choice, even if he couldn't help but feeling a little ridiculous because her reaction was worth anything. The guy didn't typically go out of his way to embarass himself, but years of teaching university courses had taught him that it's good to poke fun at yourself from time to time. He moved forward and placed a light kiss on her cheeks. He figured they were past that awkward stage, especially considering the events of a few nights back. He stepped back and handed her the carrots wrapped up into his best attempt at a bouquet. "So this is it, huh?" His voice was impressed as he looked around the stable. He realized how late he had actualy been when he saw that all of the horses were all already placed back into their separate areas. It wasn't that he was disappointed by the prospect of not getting to ride one, because his few previous experiences with them weren't the best. But he was disappointed because he wanted to see Cass in her natural habitat. He liked learning about her skills, and this was one he hadn't seen in action yet— unlike her singing at open mics or her song writing skills. "I suppose I was expecting us to play out some romantic scene where we gallop through the fields on horseback while the sun lowers in the background... or maybe an explosion and it turns into some action film." He shifted his body to face Cass again. "Can I help with anything? I brought the biceps to move some hay."  

Vick nodded, “Well then I guess I am not lazy even though I feel like it a lot.” She laughed a little for a moment as she ran a hand through her hair for a moment and nodded for a moment as she took a seat opposite the guy at the table and smiled, “Oh the names Victoria.” She smiled, “And you are you?” She smiled for a moment as she ran a hand through her long blonde hair. 

“Peter McKenzie." He offered his full name, figuring he could at least give her a few minutes of googling opportunities next time she was bored and he wasn't there to offer relatively poor intertainement. Somehow her own name was fitting to her current career and that made him smirk. "Well, Victoria. It's been a pleasure to meet you." It was getting late and he had to get things ready for the next day.

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The night that changed their friendship. That was how Peter referred to the night where they had exchanged a kiss. Or maybe a few kisses. As well as the morning after when he admitted his feelings to her in a more physical than verbal manner. The days between then and now were lived on a high. Peter had been anticipating their date to come but he also used the time waiting efficiently. He wanted to understand his own feelings before mixing them with hers. It wouldn’t be fair to her for him to try to start something if he was still hung up on his own self-hatred and doubts. It wasn’t something that was easy to get over, but Peter was willing to give this a shot at the risk of losing her. That meant a lot.

Peter was wearing normal clothing. He was. A black shirt and some jeans. He had called Cass letting her know that the History department at the university called for a meeting that ran late so he would show up almost at the end of the day. When he arrived home, he changed quickly from his work clothes which usually consisted of a button-down and slacks. The day before, he had gone to one of the local costume stores and gotten a cowboy vest and hat to make her laugh, and that was how he appeared as he approached the stables where he knew the curly-haired brunette that took his breath away would be. “Hey.” He said as he stepped inside, meeting her eyes and doing a little shimmy. “Like a western film come to life, right?” He did his best American accent, which was pretty shit. There was a bouquet of carrots in one hand.

It took a moment to register the words that had left his lips but when they did, his lips were on hers. After the initial shock, she settled into the kiss, responding to his lips and sinking into his frame. She would be lying if she said she hadn’t wanted this. Peter was attractive, charming and she could have a laugh with him and that was exactly what she wanted right now.

After maybe a minute or ten, who knew, she pulled back slightly, her eyes searching his. Her chest was pounding and her whole body was tingling. She had nothing to say, all she could think about was his perfect lips on hers.

Peter should really think things through more, honestly. But they did meet at a bar and they were both attractive people, and this wasn’t his first rodeo. Yeah, they were having fun chatting and doing some lame and not so lame dance moves, but they both new that this was where their night was heading. Especially after full stomachs and some alcohol in their system.  

He pulled away just enough to ask: "You ok with this?” and wait for her response. His hands were still on her, one dropping down her back and settling on her small and curvy waist.

The feeling of her warm body pressed against his own was almost too much to bear for any one man. The energy in the room was strong and the heath high. A groan came from deep within Peter as she was the one to pull away then. “You’re right.” He agreed reluctantly and pulled her off the counter, setting her feet on the ground before planting on the last kiss on those plump lips. The contact was briefer this time but he pulled back with one of those happy and goofy smiles on his face. "I'll take that coffee to go." The man's eyes were still in Cass' but his hand reached over to pick up the—now cold— coffee because even if he didn't drink it at least it would serve as one more reason to see her again because he would eventually have to give back the mug. "I'll see you later, ok?" He reassured both her and himself before returning to the leaving room to gather his things and put his shoes on. It didn't take the man long to get ready and he practically bounced out the door.  

“ Have you heard of The Book of Mormon? It’s by the creators of South Park and absolutely hilarious. ” She let Peter pull her back onto the couch, settling next to him. “ I think you’d like it but we can watch something else if you want? ”

She grabbed the remote, turning the tv on, flicking through the movies on her suggested list. While they were making a decision, she refilled both their glasses, forgetting that they probably shouldn’t be drinking anymore.

“Well if we’re being honest here, I’d much rather kiss you than watch a musical. But if we’re going to watch something, I wouldn’t mind watching something you’re interested in.” Even if it cost him his sanity. On second thought, he would rather keep his sanity so he took a drink from the refilled glass and set it down before taking hold of the side of her face and bringing her near him, colliding their lips.

“ I’m fine. ” Lucie laughed, a single tear rolling down her cheek. “ I just think my ego might be a bit bruised. ” She scrambled to a sitting position, reaching for her wine glass and draining the contents. Yeah, continuing to drink would probably be a bad idea but good decisions weren’t nearly as fun as bad ones.

“ How about we watch something? Have you ever seen a musical? ” She asked, probably knowing the answer already.

“I’m not sure if you’re ego can be hurt after nailing a move like that.” He chuckled If he was being honest, Peter would admit that he hated musicals with everything in him. He hated the overacting and the random bursts of song. But he didn’t want to be honest in case his opinion offended the performer. “A few. And sure.” He offered. “What were you thinking?” He leaned into the couch and pulled her up into it as well.

Vick stood there as she she looked at the books on the shelf, she knew that she probably looked like she was bored but it was quite the opposite really. She sighed a little looking over at him for a moment, “I have learnt and tried over the years. I mean I learnt them all from my parents, they were writers.” She laughed at the memory and smiled for a moment. She nodded, “Well I guess runs help, I don’t have much effort to go for runs, but I like to think I am either lazy or I just prefer the gym.” 

“If you prefer the gym then you're definitely not lazy." He pointed out. Peter dropped the pen onto the note pad and pulled a chair out for the blonde. "Considering it's been more than five minutes you might as well join me and have a seat. What's your name?" He asked at the sudden realization that he hadn't asked.

ABOUT THE MUSE: Peter McKenzie