IKR, i've half a mind to give him or susan some sort of STD.
i think this happens sometime before peter goes to jail the first time:
peter is at the back of the bar in animated conversation with a knot of strangers, which is a little bit unusual, but maybe he's had one too many before susan showed up. either way, it's time to withdraw him from the group.
susan taps him on the shoulder. "pete, we've got--"
and peter turns around and it's not peter. her jaw drops.
"susan!" arthur crows cheerily. "what are you doing in new york?"
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the pendragon foundation is a philanthropic organization, headquartered in new york and with its fingers in many pies. "our interests are many," arthur is explaining to her. "gawain here is in charge of the environmental sustainability petitions, bedevere does microfinance development, robin is children & education..." and he continues around the circle naming everyone and their specializations, and susan begins to glaze over.
"it also helps that his father is very rich," says the dark-haired guy next to her. he's dressed more low-key than the rest of arthur's coterie and he hasn't said much so far.
"and that scrawny example of insouciance next to you," arthur finishes, raising his drink to him, "is merlin, my PA."
"PA?" susan echoes.
"personal assistant," offers merlin, and susan begins to wonder what she saw in arthur in the first place.
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but she remembers outside when she arthur smoke a cigarette. they are giddy with alcohol and a mutual appreciation for each other's hotness, which here are symbolized by affectionate arrogance and enthusiastic anecdote-telling.
arthur finishes his cigarette before she does and lights another one, so when susan finishes hers, she lights another too.
he's in the middle of some tale involving water sanitation in the czech countryside when she hears a throat clearing and, "su."
susan whirls around, and it is peter, lighting his cigarette, raising an eyebrow at her.
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i think this happens sometime before peter goes to jail the first time:
peter is at the back of the bar in animated conversation with a knot of strangers, which is a little bit unusual, but maybe he's had one too many before susan showed up. either way, it's time to withdraw him from the group.
susan taps him on the shoulder. "pete, we've got--"
and peter turns around and it's not peter. her jaw drops.
"susan!" arthur crows cheerily. "what are you doing in new york?"
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the pendragon foundation is a philanthropic organization, headquartered in new york and with its fingers in many pies. "our interests are many," arthur is explaining to her. "gawain here is in charge of the environmental sustainability petitions, bedevere does microfinance development, robin is children & education..." and he continues around the circle naming everyone and their specializations, and susan begins to glaze over.
"it also helps that his father is very rich," says the dark-haired guy next to her. he's dressed more low-key than the rest of arthur's coterie and he hasn't said much so far.
"and that scrawny example of insouciance next to you," arthur finishes, raising his drink to him, "is merlin, my PA."
"PA?" susan echoes.
"personal assistant," offers merlin, and susan begins to wonder what she saw in arthur in the first place.
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but she remembers outside when she arthur smoke a cigarette. they are giddy with alcohol and a mutual appreciation for each other's hotness, which here are symbolized by affectionate arrogance and enthusiastic anecdote-telling.
arthur finishes his cigarette before she does and lights another one, so when susan finishes hers, she lights another too.
he's in the middle of some tale involving water sanitation in the czech countryside when she hears a throat clearing and, "su."
susan whirls around, and it is peter, lighting his cigarette, raising an eyebrow at her.