Peter Graham was just an english boy until he was stolen by pirates and taken to Neverland, the place inbetween worlds. There, he became Pandemonium, the fearsome fae warrior who started an organisation planning to otherthrow the pirates. But when P...
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Chapter Nine - Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum Song - Right Hand Man - Hamilton Broadway Cast
When Cailer burst in, Pan was lying on the bed and Windsor was sitting up staring ahead blankly. Pan's arm was draped across Windsor's lap and he was drooling slightly. Cailer winced, she hadn't expected Tommy to bring Windsor with him. The poor guy. Forget being shoved into a war, now he'd also been shoved into Pan's fucked up mindset. He looked shell-shocked and Cailer wasn't surprised. Normally, Pan was somewhat composed, he was charming when he needed to be but he was not normally introspective infront of other people.
Unfortunately, she knew he tended to lose his composure when he drank. It used to be just her and Tommy who were there but more and more Pan was starting to drag others into his orbit. Whether it was by sleeping with them when he was drunk, or going down to dinner with a bottle in hand.
She needed to talk to him about that. It wasn't fair for him to just waltz around drunk and expect others to pick up the pieces he dropped. He was their leader for God's sake. Not their little charity project.
Cailer hadn't found Tommy anywhere and she assumed he was hiding from the disaster zone that was Pan. Shit, she really didn't have time for this right now. She needed the brave, straightforward, smart, Pan. Cailer had a nasty feeling that the rescue mission they were about to be forced to go on could become something of a hilarious story. Or a tragedy, depending on how you looked at it. What was she getting all of them into?
"Windsor! Is he awake?" Cailer whispered to the poor boy who had the darkest of circles under his eyes. He looked more panda than human at this point.
"Uh, I hope not?" Windsor said, then checked the man lying across him. "Nope. He's out cold."
"Good. Hopefully he had a little bit of time to sleep off the drink. He's gonna need his wits about him in a minute." She said grimly. "Trust the fae, to have the lightest tolerance to alcohol ever."
Cailer sighed, walked over to shake Pan's shoulder. "Wakey wakey."
"I'm awake you evil bastard." Moaned Pan.
"Good. Dandelion's been kidnaped. By One. I'm not overly concerned about it, the bitch can handle herself. But the fae are probably wanting her back and I figure if we rescue her maybe we could get some kind of reward?" Cailer announced.
"Mmm, I wouldn't mind a couple of fae maids." Pan said dreamily.
Cailer hit him over the back of his head. "No you drunken fool, we could ask them for soldiers."
Pan sat up. Then swore.
"I'm too drunk for this." He said, waving his hand dramatically. "You handle it. I'm sure you'll do brilliantly."
