"A-and she just thinks she can take turns with us!"

Peter Petrelli slammed his shot glass down on the bar table before getting another full one and bringing it to his lips. He didn't drink often so he was kind of a light weight though. He had a feeling that the man next to him, Isaac Mendez, didn't drink that often either, but the man seemed to be handling his alcohol a lot better than Peter himself was.

"You're right, man." Isaac took a drink from his own beverage. It wasn't his usual intoxication, but he was enjoying the slight buzz he had. "She needs to just pick one of us and stop fooling around with the other."

The two men were talking about their girlfriend, Simone. She had been stringing them both along for to long. They were both tried of it, and, if they were honest with themselves or each other, they were both beginning to get tired of her. She couldn't just pick one and stay with him. No, she had to be with one then go back to the other one behind her current one's back.

"You are right. You are so right. I don't know why I never saw it before."

Peter downed his current shot again before getting another. His head was swimming and he had to concentrate hard to remember what they were even talking about. He was more focused on Isaac. The man wasn't bad looking. Quite the opposite, really. Peter could see what Simone saw in him. He just didn't see why he hadn't seen it before.

"You were fooled, just like me. Fooled into thinking she actually cared about you." Peter wasn't really listening to what Isaac was saying anymore. He was to busy staring at the man's lips. "She definitely doesn't care about me anymore. She won't even put out now." That caught Peter's attention.

"....."

Isaac blinked at Peter's silence. That wasn't something he'd normally say out loud, but the man was drunk and his defenses were down-not so down that he wouldn't notice how quiet Peter had gotten at that statement though.

"What? Does she for you?" Peter slowly nodded causing Isaac to roll his eyes. "Great. That's just great." Isaac took another drink from his glass. "What ever. We don't need her."

Peter, deciding he had had enough to drink for the moment, sat his glass and his head down on the table and closed his eyes.

"Petrelli? You OK?"

Peter wasn't such a bad guy, after all. In fact, Isaac was beginning to like him-even IF the guy looked like he spent more money on his hair than Isaac did his whole outfit. Which, he probably did.

"...Isaac?"

"Yeah?"

"You want to go back to the loft and have sex?"

There was a pause while Isaac tried to decide his answer. Peter was afraid he'd gone to far in asking until he heard Isaac's hesitant "...Yeah.". Isaac stood up from his own chair and tossed the money down for the drinks. Peter would have to pay him back later.

"..Isaac?"

"What now, Petrelli?"

"..I don't think I can walk. You'll have to help me."

Isaac held back a sigh, but he rolled his eyes. Petrelli was an alright guy-he just couldn't hold his liqueur.