Peter McVries was generally a sort of nice person. He was nice to people he liked – Garraty, Baker, people like that. He really only didn't like Barkovitch – even Parker was OK. But if there was one person he really didn't want to see ever again in the near future, it was Priscilla.
They decided to go to a park to eat again. They split themselves between a few picnic tables this time, Baker and Abraham claiming an entire table for themselves. They seemed to be having a pretty serious discussion that McVries figured wouldn't be very fun to listen to. Something about 'I feel really weird ever since I kissed you and this is really weird but-' and stuff like that.
So, he there he was, sitting across from Parker, minding his own business, when she showed up.
"Pete?"
He knew who it was before he turned around. Priscilla. Of course.
She looked the same as ever, of course. The most beautiful girl in the world, with long, dark curly hair and dark brown eyes. She looked incredibly shocked; he even saw her purse on the ground where she'd dropped it.
"Hey, Pris," he said, swallowing. Garraty put a hand on his arm. He shrugged it off, looking at Garraty with a look that he hoped said 'I'm fine' and not 'I'm going to fucking murder someone.'
"B-but, you're- I thought you were dead." She was crying now, and McVries felt the old urge to reach out and hug her, but he stayed where he was. "I- of course they covered you six jumping into the car, but I figured-"
"Wouldn't you think they'd show it if we were dead?" McVries said. Priscilla looked at him for a little bit, then crouched down to pick up her purse.
"Look, if she can get us a place to stay the night, I don't care if she's the one that cut your fucking face open," Parker hissed, leaning in close. Garraty glared at him.
"She is the one that cut his face open," he said.
McVries stood up, glancing back at everyone. Baker and Abraham had stopped their discussion and were watching the situation with wide eyes. Barkovitch was taking the opportunity to eat as much of the food as possible while everyone was looking the other way. Both Parker and Garraty were watching him.
"Could we maybe spend the night at your place?" he asked stiffly. She looked at all of them, and an expression of pity flickered across her face.
"Just one night," she said.