darker_london | OMG Ivy Vinter! (Deirdre, Peter)

"How are you doin', Superstar?" Deirdre asked Peter, upon entering his kitchen. She grabbed his kettle and immediately set out to make coffee. That was how Deirdre was in most people's kitchens. She tended to take over for everyone except Spectre, Jacinta or Liz. And no one seemed to mind. In fact, they were generally grateful she was doing the puttering instead of them and that went double for Peter who was pretty useless in the kitchen. "Coffee?"

"Yes, please..." Peter said, looking up at her from his seat behind a large plate of canteloupe. "And I don't know...how am I doing?"

"If you mean at the show, the answer is 'brilliant'." Deirdre said firmly. "It's...amazing. You're amazing. I knew you could sing, but damn you can act too."

Peter chuckled and he leaned back in his chair. "That's just the culmination of eleven years of pretending to be something I'm not." He said honestly, referring to his days as a priest which all occurred well after he had lost Thomas and therefore, his faith. "If you had asked me to act when I was twenty four, you would have booed me off the stage yourself. Trust me."

"Ah, trained by life. I see, I see." Deirdre smiled and she brought a cup of steaming coffee over to him, which Peter traded the fruit for with incredible gusto. "I did mean your head though." Deirdre asked, referring to the re-emergence of his tumour. He seemed okay though...

Peter took a long sip of his coffee and then he swallowed thoughtfully. "You know what? I think I'm in denial." He said, his voice reflecting that he had just discovered this and he was as surprised to say it as Deirdre was to hear it.

"Wha?" Was Deirdre's rather undignified response, complete with dropped jaw.

"I've been telling everyone I'm fine and I think that's because I don't feel sick enough yet to believe I am." Peter sighed and he took another drink of coffee before speaking further. "So I have myself believing this is as bad as it's going to get. That it won't be like last time. But that's a lie..."

"It is..." Deirdre said quietly, though she wished it wasn't.

"I know." Peter admitted. "I just don't want to know. You know?"

Deirdre stared at him for a moment, and then she couldn't help laughing. "I do know! I feel the same way!"

"Are yuo mocking me!?" Peter asked, looking scandalised, though it was very much just put on.

"Oh, always. You know what, Peter? You just stay in denial. You know...while you can. Keeps fear away, you know? And when the time comes that you can't deny you're sick anymore, we'll all be here."

Peter smiled brightly at her. "I know that too."

"Hey!" Deirdre siad, changing the subject as she was so adept at doing. "Did you see you have someone moving in next door?! I wonder if that's the house Ivy Vinter bought! She said it was somewhere near Regents Park!" Deirdre was excited! Olivia Charpentier and Ivy Vinter both within walking distance of her house?! It was like a dream come true!

"Who?" Peter asked, looking confused. "Ivy Vinter sounds like a Narnia character..."

"Dude, shut up!" Deirdre said, much like her younger sister Erin might say. She chose to ignore that fact and she pressed onwards. "She's a famous actress! She was in Heartless! An American show! I used to watch re-runs of it on the telly when I was sick. It was always on during the day. She usually plays spies and stuff!"

Peter continued to look lost.

"Oh my god, Peter, she's in the tabloids all the time. Do you ever read anything that isn't in an ancient language?" Deirdre said, and now she looked scandalised.

"...no..." Peter shrugged, though he sounded somewhat ashamed. "OH! I read the newspaper last week." He declared, his tone triumphant.

Deirdre just stared at Peter in silence for a full thirty seconds before she jumped up from the table. "Whatever, Moses. I'm going to spy on your new neighbors from your roof so I can see who it is!"

"Deirdre, you cannot spy on my neighbors from my roof, that's invansion of privacy!"

"She's a star, she's used to it!" Deirdre objected.

"You realise people could say the same thing about you?" Peter pointed out, one eyebrow arched. Deirdre wasn't a movie star, but she was the frontwoman in Spectre's band and well known for being one of his closest friends. Even if people weren't necessarily trying to get at her for her, they might use her to get to Spectre.

"But...I...but...I...oh damn you, Peter Kemp." Deirdre sat back down in a huff, crossing her arms across herself in protest. "Eat your fruit, Funsucker."

Peter laughed and he pulled his plate of melon back towards him. "Yes, mother."