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THE RANDOM SCENARIO MEME 3.0

- Post your character, name, and series in the subject. Include any preferences as well.
- Go to RNG and enter 1-6 for a scene type, and 1-20 for a scene to play out.

TYPE OF SCENE.
① Action → Gun fights, bar brawls, fights to the death are all possible scenarios.
② Angst → Characters suffer emotionally or physically from relationships breaking up, death, injury, etc. Hurt and comfort themes are included.
③ Crack → Genderswaps, super powers, sudden compulsions are all possible outcomes.
④ Fluff → Something that is devoid of angst. It's light-hearted and might have the overtone of romance.
⑤ Gen → General fun, things that didn't fit in the other categories.
⑥ Sex → First times, kinks, even dubcon are all possible themes of sex related scenarios.
⑦ Your choice → Think of your own scenario, choose one of the above or make a combo even!

ACTION.
① Zombies → It's the zombie apocalypse, lock and load!
② Bar brawl → You had one too many drinks, said something wrong, and now you're being asked to take it outside.
③ Chase → You're caught in a high speed chase.
④ Gun fight → You're caught in a big shoot-out.
⑤ Fight with a friend → You're fighting with a friend, all out.
⑥ Interrogation → You're being interrogated for some offense you've done.
⑦ Aliens → Aliens are attacking and you're not going to take your probe laying down!
⑧ Final battle → This is it. The battle that will end all the fighting for you. Will you win? Will you get that peace you want?
⑨ Training → You're not actually fighting, just training for the inevitable.
⑩ No hope → You know this fight has no hope. It's not going to end well for anyone involved, but you can't turn away.
⑪ Sneaking in → You're stealing a diamond or sneaking in to kick some bad guy butt, but whatever it is, you have to practice stealth.
⑫ Blue wire → You're faced with a bomb that needs to be disarmed.
⑬ Fight for honor → You've been disgraced or someone you care about has, so it's time to fight for honour.
⑭ Showdown → Time for a cowboy-style showdown. Whoever draws the fastest wins.
⑮ War → You're caught in the middle of a war here. Remember to keep your chin up and keeping fighting.
⑯ Apocalypse → The apocalypse finally happened and now you're left to scavenge and fight for whatever is left.
⑰ Sabotage → It's time to sabotage someone's plan! How is entirely up to you. Do you set up a bomb in their toilet? Do you double cross them at the last minute?
⑱ Big damn hero → You know you have to handle this one alone, so that means disarming or knocking unconscious the person who wants to join you.
⑲ Fight club → You know the rules... you're in an underground fighting ring and you're fighting with all you've got.
⑳ Threaten → You've just been sent here to rough them up a little, threaten them into behaving.

ANGST.
① Injury / illness → Your character has become injured or ill! To what extent is the mun's choice.
② Last moments → You character has been gravely injured and this is their last chance to say their last words.
③ Depression → Your character is depressed, what actions they take is up to the mun.
④ Betrayed → You character has been betrayed by the other. How do they react?
⑤ Tortured → Your character is being tortured and needs rescuing or at least a sympathetic ear to help him through it.
⑥ Jealousy → Your character is feeling jealous and must deal with it, how will they do it?
⑦ Breakup! → This relationship has gone as far as it can, it's time to breakup.
⑧ Broken → For whatever reason, the character is broken, mentally or or physically.
⑨ Fight → You can't even be in the same room as your friend or lover without arguing anymore.
⑩ Lost → You lost the biggest fight of your life and now all you can do is try to pick up the pieces.
⑪ Worst nightmare → Whatever you fear the most is now real or maybe you're just trapped in a dream together, but whatever it is, it feels too real.
⑫ Addicted → You're addicted to something, alcohol, drugs, sex, whatever. It's destroying your life and you can't do anything to stop it.
⑬ Hurt you → You're being forced to hurt someone you love either by betraying them or even being forced to shout things you don't mean. It's for their own good in the end though.
⑭ Separation → You were forced to leave this person for their own safety and while you've been miserable without them, you really didn't mean to run into them again... maybe it was by accident or you were watching them from afar this whole time.
⑮ Becoming a monster → You are slowly changing, becoming a monster: vampire, zombie, demon, something you can't recover from and no-one can help you.
⑯ Frozen → You are entirely helpless, frozen, to stop some kind of disaster.
⑰ Prison → You were very bad and now it's time to pay the price by turning yourself in or maybe the law just finally caught up to you.
⑱ Fear → You're not sure why, but you are suddenly terrified and you can't deal with it. You need help.
⑲ Hated → You are now hated by the person you loved the most.
⑳ Down and out → You're living on the streets, you've hit rock bottom, and you don't know what to do.

CRACK.
① Sexswap → Uh-oh, you're suddenly the opposite sex!
② Forced confessions → No matter what it is and no matter how hard you resist, you're going to be compelled to spill some deep dark secret!
③ Mind-reading → You've suddenly got the ability to read minds!
④ Animal → You're suddenly part animal or transformed into an animal!
⑤ Awkward pick-up lines → You're compelled to use bad pickup lines on whoever is closest!
⑥ Back in School / Graduated → You're suddenly back in school! Or if you were already in it, you've aged and long since graduated!
⑦ Vampires, werewolves, and zombies, oh my! → You're suddenly a vampire, werewolf, or zombie! Maybe even a demon or a devil, whatever creepy crawly you can think of. What do you do now?
⑧ Ghost → You're suddenly a ghost or at least invisible. What are you going to do with this new ability?
⑨ Awkward conversations → So did you just fart or what? Any conversation goes, as long as it's embarrassing and awkward.
⑩ Crossdressing → For whatever reason, you're suddenly dressed in clothes of the opposite sex.
⑪ Suddenly naked → Oops! Your clothes are suddenly gone.
⑫ Suddenly a kid → You're a kid again! Have fun with that second childhood.
⑬ Fortune cookie → You've suddenly received a note with something that will happen in the future, either precise or vague.
⑭ Super power → And suddenly you're like Superman! Any power goes.
⑮ Bodyswap → Somehow you've changed bodies with the other person.
⑯ Back in time → Somehow, you wound up in the past again. Do you try to correct something or just sit and wait for time to jump? Maybe it jumps to various points in your life or maybe you actually think you're back in the day. Have fun, run wild with the idea!
⑰ To the future → Is it everything you've dreamed? Is it horrible? Whatever happens, you're here to witness what happens to you in the future. Either you take the place of your future self or you're just there to watch. Might cause some confusion if people start seeing double though...
⑱ Angels, mermaids, and fairies! → You're not necessary something dark or evil. You're just something different. How do you deal?
⑲ Locked in a closet → For some reason, you're locked up in a closet with someone else. Do you make nice and try to figure your way out or what?
⑳ Finger trap → You're caught in a Chinese finger trap... with somebody else! You can't figure out how to get loose either... have fun with that.

FLUFF.
① Cuddling → For whatever reason, characters feel like being close and cuddling.
② Pillow talk → After the main event, characters are up for some pillow talk.
③ Celebration → Anniversary or some other big event is taking place and characters want to celebrate!
④ Love confession → Someone has finally decided to confess their love and today is the day!
⑤ Appreciation → You feel the need to show appreciation for that person closest to you, even if it's just a pat on the back.
⑥ Apologies → You made a mistake and now it's time to make it up in some way you know the other can't refuse!
⑦ Get back together → Why did you break up again exactly? Whatever the reason, it was a huge mistake and you both know you can work through it.
⑧ Date night → You've planned for a wonderful night together and you can't wait to get it started.
⑨ Family → You've either found out you're pregnant or you've already got that addition to your family.
⑩ Marriage → You're just about to get hitched or maybe you're enjoying your honeymoon. Maybe you've been together for years now! Whatever the case, it's time for that next big step.
⑪ Meeting again → It's time for that happy reunion finally!
⑫ Love at first sight → For whatever reason, you are now insanely in love with the first person you set eyes on.
⑬ Flirtation → You can't resist to do a little bit of harmless flirtation all of a sudden.
⑭ In the snow → Look outside! It's a winter wonderland, so why not go out and play in it?
⑮ Engagement → You've planned it all out and now it's time to finally pop the question.
⑯ Friendly games → You've set up the game station or board games for a friendly competition!
⑰ Gift → Time to give that special someone a gift just because.
⑱ Recovery → You're taking care of someone who's just recovered from some illness or injury.
⑲ Healing → Time to help mend that someone who's been through hell and back.
⑳ Better than ever → You've finally got everything you've ever wanted here. What is your ideal life and who does it include?

GEN.
① Nice meeting you → It's your first time meeting this person! You bumped into each other on the street, in a bar, at work... whatever!
② Drinks → You're out for drinks! Or just chilling at home with some beers. Wherever!
③ Lost → You're lost and you kind of need help finding your way to where you're going. A little help with directions?
④ Costume party → You're at a costume party, both of you are wearing masks. Do you keep the anonymity or take it off and see whose company you've been enjoying?
⑤ Wrong number → Oops, actually you didn't mean to call that person...
⑥ Drunk → You're already drunk! Drunk dialing, stumbling into someone, showing up unexpected... what type of drunk are you anyway? Aggressive, loving, happy? How does the other react?
⑦ Old friends → you haven't seen this person in a long time!
⑧ Rivals → you're suddenly rivals! Or maybe you have been all along...
⑨ Problems → you've got a problem with each other, just got in a huge fight, whatever. Try to work it out!
⑩ What are your intentions... → This person? They're dating a close friend, family member, etc. You need to find out if they're going to hurt them! Or you need to discuss your friend/family's dating choice.
⑪ I saw you → you saw the other person doing something bad and you need to confront them about it.
⑫ Sorry but no → the other person has feelings that you just don't share. They don't necessarily have to be romantic... maybe you just don't agree with their sudden desire to quit their job and start a business making tiny, fuzzy teddy bears.
⑬ My hero → you need to tell this person how much they mean to you. They've been your best friend or your role model your whole life and they need to know.
⑭ Enabler → you're enabling the other (or each other) to do something bad, really bad. Addiction, stealing, killing, or just any other self-destructive behavior.
⑮ Cooking → Time for an impromptu cooking lesson!
⑯ Oh, sure, I remember you... → It's that awkward moment when someone comes up and seems to know you, but you have no idea who they even are!
⑰ Rescue! → One of you was in trouble, but you came to the rescue!
⑱ Boss → One of you works under the other. Is your relationship good? Are you scheming things? Or do you hate each other?
⑲ Perfect crime → You and the other person have just pulled off the perfect crime... or you're planning to! What are you doing? The heist of the century, an assassination?
⑳ Movies → movie night! Maybe it's a sleepover. Whichever the case, it's time to eat a lot and have fun.

SEX.
① First time → it's your first time together or your first time ever! Enjoy the awkward times!
② Bondage → You and your partner decide to experiment a little with ropes or handcuffs or whatever you'd like to tie your partner up with.
③ Rough / Aggressive → Your characters want it rough.
④ Romantic → Slow and gentle, meaningful, that's how characters want it.
⑤ Dubcon → Character A wants Character B and it doesn't really matter if Character B wants it as bad or not.
⑥ In public → Characters feel like taking a risk and doing it in a public place.
⑦ Roleplay → Naughty nurse fetish? Pirate kink? You and your partner decide to try it out now!
⑧ Healing → You've both fought hard or gone through a rough time and it's time to get some R&R in.
⑨ Last time → This is the last time you're going to this because you're breaking up or maybe your lover is running off to sacrifice their lives in some heroic way. The possibilities are endless, but you better make this one count.
⑩ No strings attached → You're just friends with benefits. Nothing wrong with that, right?
⑪ Anonymous → You met in a restroom or bar, any location of your choosing, but you don't even know each other's names.
⑫ Toys → You're eager to try something new, so why not toys?
⑬ Aphrodisiacs → You've been slipped a strong aphrodisiac somehow and now you absolutely cannot control yourself.
⑭ Show → You're putting on a show by either doing it right in the club or filming it for a bunch of people.
⑮ Ménage à trois → It's time for that threesome you've always dreamed of.
⑯ Non-penetrative → Frottage, handjobs, whatever you want to try out.
⑰ Controlled → You are under mind control and must do whatever your lover asks of you.
⑱ Hate sex → It's not just rough or aggressive, you absolutely cannot stand each other.
⑲ Extreme → Fisting, knife play, whatever you can think of so long as it tests the boundaries.
⑳ Fantasy → This is just a fantasy, a dream, and you know it, but what is your ideal fantasy and how willing is your partner?

Comments

[deceitful]

[ i'm not really feeling any of the sex options right now (unless you don't mind ftb but i think that kind of defeats the purpose haha), but other than that, i'm up for anything! ]

[griefbeard]

[ I don't mind skipping sex options if you're not feeling it. We could do something fluffy if you still want to do ship stuff or we could try action-y? ]

[deceitful]

[ thanks for understanding! i am 100% down for fluff or action, i do ship them. :) so just go with whichever you're in the mood for. if you want me to roll/start, i can do that too, just lmk! ]

[griefbeard]

[ If you've got something you want to do, let's go for it. I'm not picky at all. ]

[deceitful]

[ okay! i just rolled, it's 4 - 18. let me know if you need me to tweak anything! ]

So maybe what he'd told Derek had been an exaggeration-- that coming back from the grave took something out of him, that he wasn't entirely back at full strength yet-- but it didn't mean it was entirely false. There was a reason why Peter preferred the sidelines whenever possible nowadays, rather than taking the lead. Less chance of injury, for one. Besides, he was practically doing everyone a favour. Peter knew few of them trusted him at their backs, and the feeling was mostly mutual.

It also left him in the position to move around unrestricted while everyone else was off licking their wounds. But rather than let live today, he had a very specific target in mind. A very much human, very much brittle target, still recovering from getting caught up in the affairs of the supernatural by the name of Christopher Argent.

He showed up when they wouldn't be interrupted at Chris's front door, going through the motions of polite society-- knocking, and then promptly picking his lock and letting himself in. Chris ought to be taking it easy, anyway. (Not that Peter expected that to actually be happening.) Heading towards where the sound of Argent's heartbeat was the loudest, Peter called out, "Should I say I've come in peace before you shoot me for breaking and entering?"

[griefbeard]

The .45 was in his hand the second Chris heard the door open. He wasn't expecting anyone. Everyone had someone else to go home to. He did not. He sat in his office working out the details of another case while drinking scotch and taking it somewhat easy on his bruised ribs. Bruised whole body was more like it. That's what the scotch helped with.

When he heard Peter's voice for a second he contemplated keeping the gun but he put it down on the desk so the wolf would know if he wanted to try anything it would be a fight.

"What do you want?" he asked, getting up with a slight wince in his voice. He wasn't expecting Peter to show up. If he wanted sex Chris was going to disappoint him because there was no way his body could take that on top of the fight earlier in the evening.

[deceitful]

Peter strolled into the office, more at home than anyone who faced a very real possibility of being shot (and likely with a wolfsbane bullet) ought to be. He was holding a fruit basket, which he set on the desk. Right next to the gun, the wicker nudging the barrel of it with a faint scratching noise. The sharpness of the citrus almost hid the scent of pain and alcohol, but not entirely.

"I'm performing a welfare check," Peter said, leaning on the edge of the desk opposite from Chris. "Making sure you haven't succumbed to your injuries and whatnot."

A welfare check no one asked him to make, but here was Peter nonetheless. Maybe he just liked making Chris uncomfortable-- emphasising how vulnerable he was while injured. Either way, a tryst wasn't exactly on his mind, not with Chris's condition. There was no greater blow to the ego than having someone pass out on you from pain mid coitus.

[griefbeard]

There was something about Peter checking on him that was more disconcerting than if the wolf flat out admitted he was here to kill him. It was... kind which was something Chris didn't expect from Peter. Ever.

He laid his hand on the gun and moved it away from the basket, somewhat annoyed at the sight of the overside ridiculous bundle of fruits. There were things he actually liked in there like grapefruit and pears. He had those in his kitchen right now. They weren't quite the size of these ones but still. Had Peter noticed that the last time he was over? Was this deliberate?

"I'm fine," he said stubbornly. "Melissa said it's only bruised ribs and minor sprains."

Along with numerous cuts, scrapes and more bruises. He really was too old to get thrown around by the supernatural but what else was he to do? Hunting was all he knew, all that gave him purpose. He wasn't going to give it up.

[deceitful]

Peter noticed a lot of things.

Either way, a gift ought to be accepted with good grace, particularly a get well gift. Chris should eat more fruit either way. Vitamin C's supposed to be an excellent immune system booster, and, well. He wasn't getting any younger. Shouldn't he be watching his health?

Closing his eyes, Peter tipped his head, the faint flare of his nostrils the only other giveaway to what he was doing. “Regardless,” he said, rounding the desk to come to a halt beside Chris, a little too close to follow the concept of personal space, “You seem to be in pain. Always pushing yourself, aren't you? What are you trying to prove?”

Was he trying to atone for what Kate had done? What Gerard had done?

Fingers trailing over the smooth oak, Peter lifted it with deliberate slowness, nails blunt and harmless. With an uncanny precision, it shot forward a second later, Peter pressing his hand to Chris's side, hard enough to hurt even without prior bruising. “You should take it easy.”

[griefbeard]

There was nothing that could atone for the crimes his sister and father had committed.

"Fuck, Peter, what are you doing?" He grabbed Peter's wrist even as he curved his body away from the sudden rush of pain that radiated out from his side through the rest of his body. "If you're do damned worried about my pain why the hell are you causing more?"

He couldn't understand him. They had sex, they fought, and sometimes their interests were the same but they weren't friends. Concern like this couldn't actually be concern. Peter was playing with him like some sort of cat with a mouse.

Chris studied him closely, trying to figure out what he was hiding. He couldn't read anything in his expression. Peter was a master at hiding his emotions. Chris almost wished he had the heightened sense of smell just to figure out what Peter was feeling. It would've give him his thoughts but it would be a start.

[deceitful]

"I'm demonstrating my point," Peter said coolly, hand now lax and harmless in Chris's grasp.

Of course he was playing with him, but to what end? Certainly to say that he cared about Chris would be stretching the point. However, there was no denying that he wanted something from him, and it was best given when Chris was in peak condition rather than fatigued and downtrodden.

Turning his wrist but not yanking it away, Peter ran his fingertips along the underside of Chris's wrist, tracing his pulse. "Look at you. You're worn down right to the bone. I could kill you so easily right now, if I wanted to."

His control was a fine edge, the razor sharp prick of a single claw popped out against tender human skin. He was smiling, a terribly benign thing that belied his words. "But fortunately for you, it's to my best interests to keep you alive." For now, for however long. "Go lie down."

'Before I make you', implied.

[griefbeard]

Chris had a feeling in the back of his mind that Peter did eventually want to kill him. Peter probably wanted to kill all the Argents that still remained alive. The only reason Chris got to live was because he was useful for whatever Peter's purposes were right now. He was familiar enough with how the wolf operated to know that much.

"I'm working on something," he said calmly, as if Peter's actions and words didn't unsettle him just a little bit. He clearly heard the threat behind the words but it really rankled his pride to give in so easily. There was no way for him to fight back against Peter if he got physical, well, no way for him to do so without hurting himself more.

Still, he could play this game. "I'm going to take it with me." Chris let go of his wrist and began to collect his files and research notes. He could work and lie down at the same time. Maybe that would appease whatever was going on in Peter's mind right now.

[deceitful]

Whatever Peter's plans were, he kept them close to his chest. Two can keep a secret, but only if one of them is dead, and all.

But he shouldn't be so down on his own abilities. Chris had a fair shot of him were he to take advantage of the element of surprise. Those rare moments when Peter's guard dropped, however briefly. He might not have teeth and claws, but Chris should know that physical strength was nothing when improperly applied. Tactics were important too.

Enough of that. Wrist returned, Peter grabbed one of the fruit from the arrangement, watching Chris gather his things. He peeled the skin neatly, no claws necessary. The blood orange's insides were tender as he popped a slice into his mouth, juice bursting on his tongue. It wasn't until after he was done with it that he said, "Shall I help you?"

[griefbeard]

He was tired and in pain. His thinking wasn't perfectly clear. That was probably why he let Peter push him around so easily. He gave the wolf too much power over him too often. Chris would have to change that when he felt better.

"You want to help me?" Chris asked the question with some serious skepticism. There was no point in time that he could remember Peter actually offering to help him without anything to gain even if it was just sex. The hunt wasn't for a werewolf but a wendigo in Minnesota. The local hunter hadn't seen one in the area in years and had sent everything to Chris for his opinion on what brought one out. "Why?"

He tucked the files and notes under his arm, his ribs protesting slightly. He ignored it and picked up the glass of scotch instead. It all came with him as he walked out of the office and went to the living room instead. He was not lying down in his bedroom where it would be impossible to get anything done.

[deceitful]

"I meant," Peter said clearly and carefully, "help you carry your files. But I see you have them in hand."

The hunting business was of no interest to him whatsoever. And besides, he might have an arrangement with Chris, but to work with him would be another monster entirely. Well, if Chris wanted to pick his brain as to what he knew of wendigos, it couldn't possibly be worse than the inane hunts for information Derek's frequently sent him on before. At least the creature was already identified in this case.

Peter was a step behind him, paused to consider the fruit basket and the remaining bottle of scotch. He scooped a grapefruit up, and took the scotch by the neck before following Chris into the living room. He should steer him towards the bedroom instead, but Peter knew perfectly well how far he could push his luck.

"Did you know that research shows lying or sleeping on your couch is dreadful for your back?"

[griefbeard]

"Only if you have the wrong type of couch." Chris sat down on the couch in question and sunk a little into the cushions. It was definitely too big for one man but it was perfect for him to settle on and stretch his legs out. His bed was just as comfortable but there was no coffee table for him to spread his work out on. "If it'll put you at ease I won't sleep on it tonight."

There, a compromise. That was something they could manage when they wanted to fuck each other. Chris was willing to try it outside the bedroom when it wasn't something important. He was resting on the couch and not still sitting up in his office. Some of that had to appease Peter.

"While I don't have your ability to heal I'm not a complete imvilid after one rough night." He watched Peter as he took a sip of his scotch. Chris might save money with cheaper clothes and good investments but he didn't skimp on alcohol. What he had was rich and went down smoothly, spreading warmth through all his aches. "We're raised to take pain and suffering as something to overcome."

This wasn't even the worst thing he had ever been through in recent years. He was damaged but he wasn't broken, not yet. It would take more than tonight to manage that.

[deceitful]

"You're an adult." The bottle of scotch and the grapefruit joined the paperwork on the coffee table. Meanwhile, Peter examined the couch, but rather than taking a seat on it, chose to drag the armchair over instead, close enough to the couch that he might as well have sat on it instead. He settled into his chair with an aura of satisfaction nonetheless, crossing his legs at the ankles. "All I'm doing is providing you with the information to make an informed decision."

He should've grabbed a glass for himself. Now he'll have to steal Chris's when he's not looking instead. Raising his eyebrows at Chris, Peter painted a perfect picture of polite incredulity. "I never suggested anything of the sort. But even I know that Melissa McCall would have something to say regarding your seeing 'pain and suffering as something to overcome'. Something about the limits of the human body, probably. And the benefits of rest."

The same applied for most species. Just because you had superhuman healing or stamina didn't mean energy was endless. It was basic biology. However in shape and energetic Chris Argent happened to be for a man of his age and occupation, it didn't mean he was infallible. Far from it. Peter, watching Chris watch him, smiled.

A good part of the orange he'd peeled earlier remained, and he offered a slice to Chris. "But seeing as I'm not your mother, far be it for me to nag any further."

[griefbeard]

There was a reason he hadn't explained what being a hunter truly meant to the sheriff or to Melissa. They wouldn't understand that it required more sacrifice than what most people were willing to give. Chris didn't want to sit there and listen to lectures about how it didn't have to be that way. He especially didn't want to hear it from a werewolf.

"I'm pretty sure you are nagging." He picked the slice from Peter's fingers. "Just in your very sophisticated way."

It was odd but Chris found himself smiling a little in return. He didn't know if Peter was concerned or fucking with him but it was interesting to see this side of him. It wasn't a way he had seen Peter behave before. Whatever was going on he found this a better distraction from the tightness in his chest and the lingering pain through all of him.

The fruit was that perfect blend of sweet and tang, bursting across his tongue. That basket had to be expensive just like everything else Peter bought. He had probably never bought anything cheap in his life.

"There are glasses in the glass front cabinet over there," he said, jerking his chin towards the liquor and good china. "If you want to pour yourself something."

[deceitful]

"My very sophisticated way," Peter repeated, clearly amused. "Is that what you think of me?"

He watched Chris eat the orange slice, leaving the remainder of it on the table as he got up to retrieve a glass, pouring himself a couple fingers of scotch. Peter appreciated the finer things in life; what of it? (But forget about that quality over quantity nonsense-- why not have the best of both worlds?) The liquor might not have any effects on him, but that didn't mean he couldn't appreciate the taste of it.

And appreciate it he does, the scotch going down his throat like golden fire, leaving a brief flare of warmth in his stomach. Smooth. He set his drink directly on the coffee table after a second of failing to find a coaster, and letting ennui seize him. It wasn't his table.

"Well, at least you have some taste when it comes to a good drink, even if it's lacking in other areas." See: his terrible Target shirt.

[griefbeard]

What did he think of Peter? Well, he was a psychopath obviously. He was the very definition of that word. Dangerous, violent, and the exact sort of wolf that should've been put down years ago. Here he was sharing a drink and sometimes a bed with him. His father would kill him for this. Peter, was, however very smart and sophisticated. That didn't redeem him though.

"I think you don't want me to answer that question," he said dryly.

He watched Peter move around his place like he owned it. His approval of his alcohol amused him considering just about everything else annoyed Peter. Chris found it really entertaining to rile him up and piss him off even though it was dangerous. Their little games of back and forth were too amusing to give up.

"Good guns, good alcohol, and clean living, it's another one of those hunter mottos." Just to annoy Peter even more he put his feet up on the coffee table and crossed his legs. "It's how we live so long."

[deceitful]

Times were a changing, and so on. Nothing stayed the same-- not werewolves nor humans. But that's precisely what made them survivors, wasn't it? The ability to adapt. Peter was dangerous, certainly. But he's nothing if not excellent at adapting, at using violence with surgical precision. Chris, on the other hand, who still stuck to his family's little code of honour with an unyielding rigidity, wasn't showing the same adaptability. And it was incredibly easy to snap something inflexible right in half.

(At the same time, Chris has shown enough bend to work with werewolves, to participate in this give-and-take dance with Peter, so. Maybe not as rigid as one might think.)

Peter cracked a smile, leaning back in his seat. "Good answer."

He's sure he already knew, anyway.

"Is that so?" he said, forehead creasing at the thump of boots on the table. They were practical boots, from the looks of it. Bought for function rather than form. After a moment, he flicked his gaze back up to Chris, counting off with his fingers. "One: your sister, Kate. How old was she when I killed her? Around my age? Living to your thirties is hardly impressive in this day and age. Two: your wife. It's rude to assume a woman's age, but," Victoria Argent was exactly the type of rod that bent when too much pressure was applied, "I'll wager she was near you in years, give or take a few. And last of all, your father."

He held Chris's eyes. "Not a massive sample size to judge by, but I think the facts speak for themselves."

[griefbeard]

Since his statement was meant sarcastically Chris hadn't expected Peter to answer. Well, to lecture really. When he brought up Kate, Chris' fingers twitched on his glass. His sister was a very complicated issue. She was clearly insane, completely lost like a rabid dog but even then he hadn't been able to kill her.

When he brought up Victoria Chris felt an old pain rise up in his chest. He had loved his wife, loved her deeply, and while it had been her wish to be killed these days he regretted not fighting for her life. She could've lived. Chris took a drink and stared at his glass, looking away from Peter. If he brought up Allison next he might just throw the glass at him and kick him out.

Instead it was his father and well, Chris hated him these days so he let out a breath and tried to relax again. Peter might be deliberately trying to rile him up. He wasn't going to get into it. "That's your opinion, Peter, just like your whole thing against practical, affordable clothes."

Steering the conversation away from hunting was the safest option.

[deceitful]

Actually, Peter was almost surprised that Chris wasn't already moving to kick him out after that outburst. But he could see him struggling to keep his composure, treating the scotch like if he drank enough of it, he wouldn't have the breath to get angry with Peter. Or, in a classic move, forget his woes. Forget that his wife would rather die for her prejudice than live for her family.

(Once upon a time, Peter thought, for that smile, to hear that laugh again, he would've--)

Peter curled his mouth up in a lazy smirk at him like he knew exactly what Chris was doing, and raised his glass up before polishing it off. He refilled it after, and topped off Chris's to boot. Given how civil the evening's been so far, could he really blame Peter for wanting to throw it for a loop or two?

"I can afford my clothing just fine," he said, lounging bonelessly in the armchair, hands folded over his stomach. "You should eat the grapefruit."

[griefbeard]

A quiet evening was the whole point. Peter had shown up claiming that he wanted Chris to rest and heal. That must have gotten boring judging by the way he dragged him through painful memories. Couldn't they not touch on the demons of their past? At least Peter was willing to refill the alcohol.

"What? Like an orange?" He looked at the grapefruit and then looked at Peter like he was a little crazy. "You don't eat grapefruit like that."

At least, Chris had never eaten grapefruit that way and it sounded like a mad idea to do that.

"Your shirt is on my dresser," he said and jerked his chin in the direction of the bedroom. Peter should remember the way. It hadn't been that long. He might even be able to pick up the scent of it. Chris hadn't worn it, actually, it was still completely covered in Peter's scent. It was pretty easy to lie to a werewolf through text message.

[deceitful]

Debatable, whether the rest of the evening would be civil or not. After all, their particular demons were albatrosses hung around their necks.

Peter's smile remained fixed on his face, unendingly pleasant. He stood, winding his way through Chris's apartment without a second word. Not towards the bedroom, but to the kitchen. When he returned, it was with a fruit knife in hand, Peter flipping it in the air a couple of times before he sat down again.

But rather than occupy the armchair again, he dropped down beside Chris, the sofa cushions sinking beneath his weight. Reaching for the grapefruit, Peter started to quarter it, the blade flashing in the light as it sliced through the fruit. "I'll pick it up before I leave."

It wasn't going anywhere. His eyes drift back to Chris. "Would you prefer a spoon, or should I remove the rind?"