darker_london | Boring (Peter, Aly)

When Peter had returned home, he had been informed that Aly had gone out to a club with her friend Bria. Peter had been glad to hear it. Aly was only thirty-one and she hadn't really gotten to experience what it was like to be a young adult, not that Peter had either. But Aly had gotten married to a dying man at twenty, and given birth to their son at twenty-one, three months after her husband had passed away. She had raised her son by herself and lived quietly, focusing only on Caleb. It made Peter happy that she was getting a chance to cut loose and dance.

Or he had been happy until about three in the morning when he was sure she should have been home by then. He rang her mobile constantly, but received no answer. He stayed up the entire night, pacing back and forth in the living room with shaking hands. He had been inches away from finally calling it in when he heard the familiar sound of crunching gravel which meant a car had entered the driveway. Peter darted to the window and he flipped the porch light on. From there, he saw Aly get out of a car, laughing. She waved to the person behind the steering wheel and then she turned and stumbled up to the door.

Peter was there before Aly could open it and when he swung it open she look at him with wide eyes for a second before grinning a huge goofy grin. "Heyyyyyy!" She raised her arms in triumph. "Peter!"

Peter reached out for her because she looked like she could collapse at any moment. It was winter and she was wearing a tiny skirt that barely covered her arse. Not to mention her halter top. "Aly, it's six in the morning!" Peter hissed as he closed the door behind them to keep the cold out. He reached for her arm and her skin was frigid. "Jesus, you're freezing."

"I don't feel cold!" Aly said happily. "I had a jacket you know? But I lost it!" She threw her hands in the air again as if to say 'eh, shit happens'.

"Aly, are you drunk?" Peter asked, trying to pull her into the living room so she could sit down.

"SO?!" Aly said defensively. "I'm not an alcomaholic like you. I can drink if I wanna!"

"Mmmhmm." Peter said through gritted teeth. He set her down on the sofa and then he knelt in front of her, his hands on her knees. "Aly, I've been worried sick."

"I was just out with Bria! I told you."

"No...I know. You can go out whenever you want, I have no right to say otherwise. I just...I didn't know you're be out so long. I was so close to ringing Paul..."

"I was just at a club." Aly protested again, rolling her eyes.

"Aly, I know. But so were Stephie and Jax when Lyon took them." Club, bar...either way they were out when they were taken. "All you had to do was tell me you were still out. Send a message. Anything."

"You're so boring." Aly grumbled, pulling her legs away from him.

Peter's mouth fell open and he felt his heart seize up. "Aly..." He couldn't believe she had said that. It had to be the booze talking. God he hoped... "You don't mean that..."

"I had so much fun!" Aly smiled. "I danced and danced and Bria is so fun. I haven't felt that way in so long." Aly leaned down onto the sofa on her side, curling up into a tiny, slutty ball. "You never go out dancing with me."

Peter sat down hard, crossing his legs in front of him so he could drop his head into his hands. "I didn't know you wanted me to." He whispered. "Aly, you know I would do anything for you if you asked. Anything. We can go dancing."

"You're too busy." Aly said, closing her eyes as the exhaustion and booze got to her. "Too busy for me."

"Aly, that's not tr-" but she was asleep. Peter groaned and then he stood and he bent down to scoop her up into his arms. He didn't want the kids to see her like this. He carried her up to their room and he made sure she had more comfortable clothes to sleep in, and a garbage bin beside the bed in case she woke up and needed to vomit. Alcohol would do that to you. He couldn't sleep, however. He settled himself down in a chair, and he watched her sleep, wondering how long she had been thinking he was boring. That he didn't have time for her. Dammit. They were going to have a long talk when she was sober.