B: Boyfriend
Disclaimer: Don't own Fringe...Peter would be in existence if I did.
Spoilers: All Seasons
Olivia sat at her favorite bar sipping a glass of whiskey, Peter was with Walter and she decided that she needed a night to herself. She loved both Bishops but the older one drove her to the point of near insanity, she might just join him one day and the younger, well she was head over heels in love with him but their relationship was still new.
Out of the corner of her eye she noticed a man sit down next to her and she thanked her long hair that hid her smile. The bartender looked at him, "what can I get you?"
"Whiskey straight and one for the lady beside me." He looked at her and she eyed him, "come here often Sweetheart?"
"Sometimes, do I know you?" She smirked at this game, Peter Bishop was playing a stranger and she was too.
He eyed her, "I don't know, do you and if not I'm sure we can get to know each other."
"I'm sure we can but you know I have this boyfriend and he works for the FBI, pretty handy with a gun and even more dangerous without it." She smirked and he chuckled, "but if you want to cross him, be my guest."
He moved closer, "what's a beautiful woman like you doing with an ass like that?"
"He's not so much an ass as a genius, I like smart guys but he has this bad boy side that works for him." She raised her hand and gestured to her face, "he has this roughness about him that's sexy and these blue eyes that are like the ocean and his hair, he knows how to work it."
Moving closer still they were mere inches apart, Olivia chuckled as he neared her.
"You don't say? So the bad boy works for you?"
"Maybe just a little bit, I'm straight laced so it works…I work for the FBI too, we met on the job."
"Really, met on the job…are you sure it will work out."
She smirked and nodded, "defiantly."
Peter kissed her and she smiled afterwards, "hi Sweetheart, have you paid yet?"
"No, why?"
He looked at the bartender, "her drinks are on me," Peter looked back at Olivia and pushed her long hair aside. "Finish up, I want to get you some dinner and take you home, you have a meeting tomorrow and Broyles will kill you if you show up looking drunk despite being more sober than half the agents there."
Olivia smiled, "you really are a sweet boyfriend."
"Blame the fact I care too much," he kissed her head and paid for both their drinks before standing and pulled Olivia's coat from the nearby stool. She stood up and he helped her into it. "So Indian?"
"My favorite, how can I resist?"
A/N: They play the strangers game and enjoy it...I thought you'd like it. Next up is C for Childbirth (watch out Peter)!
