Peter Pan imagines ( OUAT )

Hotel

"This is completely boring." you say as another man in his fancy suit crosses the stage. 

"Stop it." your mother snapped.

"-and pay attention. You'll need all the help if you want a good future." That was all she said then she turned back to face the man. You were sitting in the front row. Not in the middle, near the side. 

From all that you could tell, he was wearing black on black. Making his hair stand out. A fiery red type. Weird. Usually business men would have to have their hair died a natural color. Unless that was his natural color.  When he reached the podium he coughed before he began to speak.

"Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen..."

He looked around the room. "My name is Pan....Peter Pan."

Murmurs and talking began to go all over the room. 

His name was Peter Pan. How ludicrous. He had to be kidding. At least there was someone trying to be funny in this boring event. We didn't even get food. Just wine and basically a cracker. 

"I know some might not believe that but there are other...stranger things...than my name."

"Today I am going to be talking about the ways you should build and invest in your business. The pros and cons." 

You started to zone out. You didn't want to be here. You would rather be home at watching your favorite tv show. 

Your mom edged her elbow into you side. "Argh... mom"

"You should pay attention with this man..." she stared at the man named Peter Pan. 

"-He is the one that owns almost every business in this town."

Then it struck you. You've seen him in papers and news before. But he never had his full name. Always Pan. Nothing more. 

"You should try to get with him." your mom poked. 

"Mom!" you quietly shouted. Afraid that others around you probably heard her. 

"If you can't be smart you need a smart man." she said. Finally looking at you. 

"And who knows? You might hit luck." she turned back in her seat. 

You shook your head. Your mom would be the one to say something like this. If you're not smart enough, find someone who is to take care of you.

That disgusted you. You could take care of yourself. You didn't need a man or woman to take care of you. You could do it all on your own. 

"Everything, what I have done and what I have become is all one big story." He was still speaking. 

You glanced over his body. He was tall and lean. He had great eyebrows from what you could tell.

He did look nice. He did look like he would be good in bed. 

You mentally slapped yourself. No, That is not something that you would think about. Not that it would ever happen.

Peter was talking and looking over everyone. Superior, it looked like he never got a 'no' for an answer. 

His eyes landed on yours. You shifted in your chair. You didn't break contact. You wouldn't give in first. You never gave up first, in anything. 

"There are still many things you need to learn..." he chuckled then looked over to the opposite side of the room. 

You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding. You faced your mother. 

"What?" you snapped.