Is it love: Peter Bartholy

Chapter 5 Part 2 - Peter Pov

Peter Pov

"You're a dick you know that. And Why do we have to stay here?"

Drogo - "Chill, Peter. How was I supposed to know she was leaving AND show up here?"

He gave me one of his smirking smiles, as he handed me a red Halloween themed vodka bottle.

"What? No more scotch?"

I scoffed, not enjoying the irony nor his games.

Drogo - "What? it's funny!"

I rolled my eyes at him and grabbed it. Drogo had ditched his usual entourage of goons and had decided to dragged me to some rowdy bar place for some brotherly one on one time. Or so he had claimed.

I looked around. Cheap Halloween props and costumes were all over the place. This wasn't one of his regular places by the looks of it. It ranked of humans, alcohol, sweat, girls with too much perfume, piss and ... worse.

The sweet sound of laughter filled the room and my attention again to the table. Ziva and Loan were apparently hitting it off. I should be relieved that it seemed like she had moved on but a larger part of me had a hard time swallowing the fact that she had done so with Huxley. He had been laying it on thick, despite Samantha being right there.

Pouring the liquid into our glasses I noticed Darcy, had arrived and was on her way to our table. Her usual enamoured display was discreetly more preserved and her skirt a surprisingly a few millimeters longer than what I usually have seen her wear. Her eyes glance at me before moving on and settling on Drogo with a lustful grin.

Darcy - "Peter. It's been awhile. How are you?"

She paused, and handed me a dark bottle before setting her eyes back on Drogo. The tension of lust was plain to see as Drogos eyes locked on her with much the same savour. Without the slightest hesitation his hand wrapped themselves around her waist pulling her to him with a hushed voice.

Drogo - "You should get out of that disguise so I can lay one on my little thing."

Darcy - "Awww. How did you know it was me?"

Darcy whined defeated, her spell rippled slightly exposing the real Maya underneath. She gave Drogo a small shove before settling down but let his hand stay around her waist. I was just about to find me excuse to leave the intolerable pair when Maya stopped me.

Maya - "You have to stay! Sarah might notice me if you leave.. please?!"

I glanced in the direction and spotting the Osborn girl. She was sitting together with Samantha, Loan was on the other side of their table sitting next to Ziva. They were laughing, having fun.

She looked spectacular. I couldn't just look away. The way she looked was forever ingrained in memory. Jesus, she dressed like her sole purpose was to torment me. Whenever Ziva's eyes connected with mine and it was as if time stood still.

Maya - "So Who is sitting with Loan?"

She whispered under her breath. She was asking Drogo but it was enough to force me to look away the scene. Why was I doing this to myself again? I didn't want her but why of all things did she have to show trailing after HIM?!

Maya - "You okay Peter?"

Drogo - "He's upset."

Drogos husked voice cut my thoughts into a grinding halt and I eyed him coldly.

"Why would I be, upset?"

I pressed finishing my drink and pouring myself another.

Maya - "Because you dislike everyone at that table but keep looking over there. There is something about that girl. Isn't there?"