"You're one of the most bitter people I've ever met, you know that?"
Peter Petrelli was sitting in a bar, shot in hand, next to his friend, Adam Monroe. While Adam couldn't technically get drunk because of his power, Peter had already had far many drinks. Soon he could be to drunk to make any sense at all, but until then, Adam just chose to humor him.
"Me?" Adam laughed roughly. "Me bitter? I think you are mistaken, friend."
Adam knew deep down that he was in fact a bitter person. He didn't try very hard to hide it either.
"You are. You, Sylar..." Peter paused, thinking. "You, Sylar, Ted, my dad, and that one painter that died last year. You're all to bitter. You need to l-lighten up."
Adam sighed. He didn't know who most of the people on Peter's list were, but he was sure they couldn't be as bitter as him. He wouldn't tell the young man that though. He was more slightly worried with the fact that Peter was retaining some of his memories. Adam reached out and took Peter's drink from his hand.
"Come on. I think you've had enough."
Adam stood up from his seat at the bar before reaching to help Peter up.
"I don't think you've had any at all. I think it's been years since you got any." Adam stilled, not expecting the young man to say something involving Adam's sex life. "I think you need some. I think we both do. It's been a while for me. N-not since Simone died...Now-now that painter friend of her's....I wouldn't mind getting some of that."
Adam sighed again.. He decided he was right earlier-Peter DIDN'T need to drink anymore.