RP- "We Won't Stumble Through Tonight"

[perrypadfoot]

There was laughter unhinged by alchohol and unhindered by the daily tedium upset by the cheerful, content atmosphere of the party.  Peter felt a peace come over him as he realised this was for him, these people were here because he has succeeded in something, made himself something more than what he had been

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[shipshape_sheep]

The door opened suddenly, startling Gabriel out of his thoughts. He had been waiting on the porch for what seemed like an eternity, oscillating between nervousness and excitement. It was his first party in a long time--well, to be honest, his first party that didn't involve birthday cake and balloons. And certainly the first party where he was meeting up with a man who had saved his life...a man who had never left his thoughts since their brief meeting.
An older woman and a strong-jawed gentleman with Peter's green eyes greeted him.
"Hi," Gabriel fumbled, "Hello. I'm Gabriel Gray...maybe Peter mentioned me?"
He immediately winced, wishing he had never said those words. What could he possibly have said? *By the way, I stopped this depressed watchmaker from offing himself the other day. What have you been up to lately?*
"Hello, Gabriel," the woman said warmly, though to Gabriel, her eyes seemed cold and distant. To Gabriel's relief, he saw Peter's lanky figure heading through the crowd toward them.

[perrypadfoot]

"Gabriel, you made it! Great!" Peter almost laughed in relief. "Mom, Nathan, this is Gabriel Gray. Gabriel, this is my mother and the stern, surly one is my brother, Nathan."

"I am not surly." Nathan glared at him before turning to the recently entered man. "I don't remember Peter mentioning you before, Mr. Gray."

Peter sighed. "Can we save the Inquisition for later, guys? You have fun with it on holidays, remember? Plus the whole high court isn't here and Dad would be upset if you began the flogging without him," Peter said quickly, grabbing Gabriel by the elbow and making an attempt at escape.

[shipshape_sheep]

"Nice to meet you," Gabriel called awkwardly over his shoulder as Peter dragged him off. Laughing slightly, he turned to Peter and smiled. "You family seems nice enough. Stern surliness nonwithstanding."

"I, uh..." he said, once Peter had slowed down enough that Gabriel could keep up with his long-legged stride. "I brought wine." Gabriel knew next to nothing about wine, but the man in the rimless glasses and the trimmed goatee who worked at the little wine shop down the street had convinced him to spend forty dollars on something in an embossed silver label.

The watchmaker was looking fidgety and out-of-place among the expensively clothed, animatedly chatting partygoers. He had traded his sweater vest for a long-sleeved shirt made out of some sort of dark blue linen material and a pair of black slacks. They were clearly new clothes that he had never worn before, and he kept tugging nervously at the sleeves.

[perrypadfoot]

"Cool. Thanks. Am I supposed to chill it or anything?" Peter gave a confused, self-depricating grin. "I don't know a thing about wine..." he said, tugging at the hem of his t-shirt. Why did he feel was was underdressed at his own party?