There is nothing cooler than sitting back with a good comic book and some cream soda in my Pete-cave. I know you don't believe me, but you have never seen the Pete-cave.
(Pete's RP blog for Warehouse 13)
OOC: Going to be out of town a couple of nights, will try to sign in but it may be sporadic.
Pete flipped through the channels and found nothing that could distract him. He felt too humiliated to sit at the B&B. Facing Myka, Leena, and H.G. was the last thing he wanted to do. He could almost see the grins and hear the jokes. He cringed at the thought. He wanted to do something, anything, that would make him feel less embarrassed and he could think of only one person with whom he always had a care-free time. Claudia.
He picked up his phone and decided to call, but thought better of it in case she heard about the events at the club. He decided to text her, instead. Maybe she was here at the Warehouse doing inventory and he could help.
“Hey, Claudia, it’s Pete. You busy?”
Pete sat in his recliner in the bowels of the Warehouse away from anyone who might try to tease him. He retreated to the Pete-Cave after his humiliating evening and all he wanted to now was watch boxing, football, or any kind of sport. Anything.
Hell, I’d even go for an episode of The Three Stooges right now.
All he wanted was to relax and think nothing of the fiasco in Sioux Falls.
Pete grabbed the moist toilette from H.G. and scrubbed furiously at his face. He took the bag of clothing she brought him and jumped in the back seat to change. When he was finally looking more like himself he collapsed in the back seat with his hands over his face. Leena stood near the car talking on her cell and H.G. waited for her in the passenger seat. Myka was nowhere to be seen.
We are never speaking about this. Ever. Okay?
He shook his head and then remembered the large man who tried to kiss him.
Oh God…. tell me that didn’t happen?
*tries following H.G. but falls further and further behind as he takes awkward steps in his heels*
Don’t leave me!
*rips off the high-heeled boots and starts running after H.G.*
*looks over her shoulder and laughs* Tsk, no dawdling now.
*makes it outside and runs to the car where he sticks his face in the side-mirror and rips off the wig and runs his hands along his face trying to rub off the makeup*
Get it off get it off get it offffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff!
*when he looks up and sees H.G. his face is a complete smear of cosmetics and his eyes, as big as saucers, stare out helplessly*