Occasionally Edmund forgets that Peter is only human too, so it's a surprise when, during one of Susan and Peter's more and more frequent fights, Peter is the one to break and going slamming out of their rented house. A moment later the car starts and peels out of the driveway. Susan slams the kitchen door closed, and Lucy and Edmund look at each other uncertainly.
None of them see hide nor hair of Peter for five days. Susan's face gets more and more pinched and Lucy looks on the edge of tears. "He hasn't left, has he?" she asks anxiously. "I mean, he wouldn't. He wouldn't just --"
Edmund hugs her, sneaks a look at Susan in the kitchen -- she's blackening something that he's pretty sure isn't meant to be blackened -- and goes out and hotwires a car up the street. He drives around town slowly, trying to spot Peter's car.
He finally finds it outside of Beaver's Tavern, so he parks the stolen car and goes in. It's not hard to find Peter -- his brother stands out anywhere. Peter's in a corner hustling pool.
It's easy to forget that Peter's good at more than just stealing, because he doesn't really encourage the assumption. But his face is narrowed in concentration and he's making a killing, and he may even get out of it wihtout having to break heads, at least as far as Edmund can see.
Edmund gets a beer and doesn't bother trying to approach, content to sit back and try and figure out what the hell his brother has been doing for the past five days. After Peter's made a killing -- because he's good -- Edmund follows him outside, after the appropriate few minutes to make sure he hasn't been made. This is the kind of thing they know how to do.
When he goes outside, though, it's to find Peter trapped between the body of his car and another man, his tongue halfway down Peter's throat.
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Occasionally Edmund forgets that Peter is only human too, so it's a surprise when, during one of Susan and Peter's more and more frequent fights, Peter is the one to break and going slamming out of their rented house. A moment later the car starts and peels out of the driveway. Susan slams the kitchen door closed, and Lucy and Edmund look at each other uncertainly.
None of them see hide nor hair of Peter for five days. Susan's face gets more and more pinched and Lucy looks on the edge of tears. "He hasn't left, has he?" she asks anxiously. "I mean, he wouldn't. He wouldn't just --"
Edmund hugs her, sneaks a look at Susan in the kitchen -- she's blackening something that he's pretty sure isn't meant to be blackened -- and goes out and hotwires a car up the street. He drives around town slowly, trying to spot Peter's car.
He finally finds it outside of Beaver's Tavern, so he parks the stolen car and goes in. It's not hard to find Peter -- his brother stands out anywhere. Peter's in a corner hustling pool.
It's easy to forget that Peter's good at more than just stealing, because he doesn't really encourage the assumption. But his face is narrowed in concentration and he's making a killing, and he may even get out of it wihtout having to break heads, at least as far as Edmund can see.
Edmund gets a beer and doesn't bother trying to approach, content to sit back and try and figure out what the hell his brother has been doing for the past five days. After Peter's made a killing -- because he's good -- Edmund follows him outside, after the appropriate few minutes to make sure he hasn't been made. This is the kind of thing they know how to do.
When he goes outside, though, it's to find Peter trapped between the body of his car and another man, his tongue halfway down Peter's throat.
Well, that's a shock.