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Peter's Hidey Hole
Cause There Be Zombies.
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1st-Dec-2010 01:58 am
peter and hesam ; ♥
Peter nudges the vending machine with his foot, a thumb still jammed into the "Diet Coke" button. Despite the Out of Order sign finally coming off last week, the damn thing still doesn't work.

He sighs and goes back to his locker, finishing getting dressed for his shift. He'll just have to pick up something to drink at one of the street carts while he and Hesam are out on the town.

He checks his watch, and heads out the door, on his way to the ambulance bay. Hesam always beats him there.

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1st-Dec-2010 07:16 am (UTC)
Shit. He's so late. By the time he gets himself to the ambulance, he's still looking down trying to get his belt together. A nervous hand through his hair notifies him that he completely forgot hair gel.

Dammit.

He hasn't eaten since yesterday, hasn't slept well for over a week. If work wasn't the one thing keeping his bills paid, he'd just quit. With a heavy sigh he throws himself into the ambulance, hoping Peter has already done their stock checks.
2nd-Dec-2010 05:57 am (UTC)
Peter gets the the ambulance and it's empty. Unprepped too, so Hesam isn't off taking a piss break. He frowns and gets everything ready for them, then climbs into the truck and waits.

Eventually Hesam arrives, looking like exhausted, sweaty, unkempt hell. Peter frowns, concerned, reaching out to touch Hesam's shoulder.

"Hey man, is everything going okay? You look like you overslept."
5th-Dec-2010 02:20 am (UTC)
The fact that Peter notices something is up must mean he looks worse than he'd thought. Not good.

"Yeah man, I'm fine. Had a crazy night. That'll teach me to accept a shot of 151 from a hot blonde." He glances about to make sure everything is ready. "We got coffee in here?"
6th-Dec-2010 08:13 am (UTC)
"Damn, on a work night?" Peter chuckles, shaking his head. "Doesn't seem like you, but to each his own."

He plucks a styrofoam cup from holder and hands it to his partner. "I haven't sipped out of it yet. I got it for me but...man, you look like you need it a lot more."
6th-Dec-2010 01:15 pm (UTC)
"Yeah? Thanks, man." He takes the cup gratefully, gulping down caffeine and sighing appreciatively.

"So, I've got a few things coming up, gonna need to swap my shifts around. You mind partnering with Jackson on the night shifts?"

Finding someone to help him out while he does the graveyard shift is a nightmare. He's got his neighbor for the early morning and daytime ones but the nights have been a real killer.
7th-Dec-2010 06:22 am (UTC)
Peter frowns. He's not Jackson's biggest fan - the guy is gruff and he and Peter both have leader instincts. Jackson will expect Peter to take HIS lead, and Peter isn't exactly the following type.

But he cares about Hesam, and heck, the guy would probably do the same for him.

"Yeah, no problem. How many nights will it be? Is this a long term thing, cause I can switch to whatever you're doing, if you're comfortable with that. My schedule's open, I can work anytime."

I don't have a life he almost adds, but doesn't think Hesam needs that stated in plain English. It's...probably pretty obvious.
7th-Dec-2010 10:15 am (UTC)
"I'm hoping to make it long term. Just wouldn't mind my nights free again, y'know? I've been here long enough."

He sips at the coffee, then puts it down to hunt for a crossword. There's a tempation to call her, check that everything is okay. But he can't do that. He's not going to be one of those people.
7th-Dec-2010 10:23 am (UTC)
"You deserve it," Peter agrees sincerely. Hesam's been on this job for at least ten years, and that's ten years more than Peter has. He's honestly okay with being given the grunt work, because he's young and still new at Mercy. There's always a reward in saving lives, no matter what shift you work.

He sees Hesam looking around and reaches up on the dash, where their crossword puzzle book is resting. "Looking for this?" He smiles and hands it over. "Ready and waiting for you, like always. Looks like it's gonna be a slow shift, too."

Peter relaxes, and pulls a bottle of water out of his bag. It's healthier than the coffee anyway. "Need any help on that, just lemme know. Gotta stay awake."
25th-Feb-2011 01:37 pm (UTC)
"You go both ways?" he asks, aiming for casual in case Peter had just been kidding. He feels curious though, wanting to know more. Peter has always been a mystery and he's never felt like they had a comfortable relationship where he could have the right to pry.

As far as he was concerned, as long as Peter was able to do his job, he didn't have the right to be sticking his nose in Peter's business. But if he had Peter who was willing to share information, well, he wasn't going to knock that back.

"But that file clerk isn't a bad idea. She's pretty. Blonde." Before all this, maybe he would've tried to put moves on her too. He'd heard rumors that she had a disability though.
22nd-Mar-2011 05:33 am (UTC)
"Eh, I wouldn't say I go. More like I can go." He shrugs. It's kind of weird talking to someone like this, especially another guy. The only person who really ever knew was Nathan.

"I mean, don't get me wrong, women are great. I always look for women. But sometimes guys surprise me." He doesn't mention that the sex takes awhile to get used to.

He gives Hesam a bit of a smirk at the comment about Emma. Sure, Emma's great, but she's not interested in Peter. And truthfully, Peter's cool with that. They only really work as friends. Dating her would just complicate things, and then if they broke up...well, they would both lose a good friend.

"Emma is pretty. But she's my friend. I can introduce you two if you want, though."

Peter winks quickly. Emma and Hesam would be super mismatched but hey, maybe Hesam could loosen Emma up.
22nd-Mar-2011 05:45 am (UTC)
"Huh," he replies, at a loss for words. So Peter really has...huh. "Would never have picked you as the type," he says, watching Peter with interest. "Despite all the rumors I hear."

Teasing is as always, his fall back approach.

"You can introduce Emma to me if she's any good at cooking meals." And a list of other duties he needs help with like washing, cleaning, paying bills, doctor visits, babysitting...
22nd-Mar-2011 05:50 am (UTC)
Peter's nose wrinkles a bit at both comments. "The type? Didn't know bisexuals really had a type. Aside from being called sluts, we mostly just get ignored. Not that I'm even bisexual, really. It's not something you can really label, I dunno. I don't go looking for men or women, I'm just...open to falling for whoever."

He sighs, fiddling with his hands. "Emma's got a good heart, and she went to medical school. She's brilliant. But I guess you're not really looking for that..." Cooking meals? Really Hesam? Peter's admittedly dissapointed in his friend's archaic thinking.
22nd-Mar-2011 05:56 am (UTC)
Looks like he hit a nerve but he isn't going to apologize for it. It's too late already.

"You saying I'm only looking for girls with no brain?" he asks, clearly amused. He's admitted to being only interested in girls who can count using their hands, but half of his stories are over exaggerated anyway. Most of the time he likes taking out girls who are around Peter's age and mature enough to recognize a one night stand is exactly that - one night only.

But hey, who cares if he lowers their ages and intelligence when he shares the story to a listening ear. It's not like it has ever gotten back to the girls he's slept with. Well, as far as he knows.

"Besides, man, I couldn't picture you as a slut. You don't have enough time for that when you're stuck here at work all the time. Unless you start telling me you're sleeping with the boss."
22nd-Mar-2011 06:07 am (UTC)
"Ha, what? No, man, sorry, I don't swing that way for Jackson." He laughs, glad to be out of the conversational funk. "And hey, I'm not sure what you're looking for, but if you don't want a girl you can respect, don't go after Emma. If you messed with her, I'd have to punch you out."

Edited at 2011-03-22 06:07 am (UTC)
22nd-Mar-2011 06:14 am (UTC)
"I can respect that," he says, smiling. "Don't worry, man. I'm not going after Emma. You know me, I only pick up future wives at the bar after they've had at least three drinks."

And there's no point trying to convince others that he isn't like that at all. It's easier this way, there's no prying, no sympathy, nothing.
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