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running that money ma (living loose, playing hard)

Summary:

"happy to see you too, big guy." a brief pause, in which the air was ripped soundlessly from peter's lungs. "and don't worry. i know what i want, and either i get it or you leave. "

 

 

the familiar cadence of juno's voice, if not the strange confident, self-assured quality, was like an anvil to his carefully composed heart. he wondered if he would live every day of this mission hearing that voice like a life-saving antidote held tantalizingly out of reach. he wondered if there was a way to cut out his heart and keep his nervous system taped to the floorboards of his body, for the sake of, say, his discretion. dignity. professionalism, maybe.

 

or, peter learns to cope with loss and move forward, if not on (twice)
or, or, how peter met buddy and came to work with her decades later

Notes:

title is from RKS' wasted, from which there are so many great jupeter lines... hard to pick one.
don't know how drunk people act, enjoy!

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1: the beginning of a very lonely life

Chapter Text

"a little young to be drinking, now, aren't we?"

peter dragged his eyes, with some difficulty, up from the rim of the bottle he was rolling in an uneven circle around and around on the choppy wood of the back table. through hazy vision, he traced the wild plumes of red hair curling around and over the face of a singularly unforgettable person.

he smiled drunkenly, a genuine curl of the lips and flash of pearly teeth. "ms. aurinko," he said, pursing his lips in order to clip his words before they managed to slur out of his reach. "never thought i'd have... the pleasure."

"rest assured, darling, the pleasure is all mine." she paused. "or, by the look of it, all yours."

he set the bottle down. it wobbled a little in his hand. when she spoke again, her voice was softer. "really, now, i'd like to see some form of identification, or else i'm afraid i'll have to ask you to run on home."

his laugh was high and bitter, and rolled thickly from him. "don't have a home," he muttered, dropping his head. eyes cast into the wood grain, he poked at the bottle and snorted when it fell over. his other hand disappeared from the tabletop, reappearing a few seconds later to push a card across the table.

"sylvia regent," buddy read slowly. her eyes skipped across the card. it certainly looked authentic, and with reluctance she dropped it back in front of him. he tilted his head back up to her and smiled, his eyes lolling under a thick fringe of eyelashes. even with a clear layer of makeup and heavy contouring, his movements and eyes were frighteningly young. he laughed at the sound of his name being read aloud, but didn't say anything further.

she hesitated, and decided to push him. "now then, sylvia... do you have anyone looking out for you, as it were?"

he sat up and looked her in the eye. it was almost like he was sober when he said, quite seriously, "i don't need anyone to look out for me." he cocked his head, looking for a moment like a puppy as his teeth flashed again. "sylvia regent can take care of himself, ms. aurinko, and i do."

she left it at that, but that was far from the end of it.