A/N: I think this is my new baby, and that is why I am updating so much. I love it, I do. smiles Sorry for the delay this time.
Thank-you's: GOLD SILK- I love the Harry-Peter too, and one of the main reasons that I invented Alex was (not only for a plot) but because somebody has to force Harry to fight for Peter...EVILHARPY- I am honored to be a fic you check so often for updates, as I have many I do the same thing to. Your review was not at all sticky, and I am here, writing, as you wish!...LILLHELLSINGER- More Harry? Yes, indeed. Updated again? Yes, indeed. I'm glad I met your criteria ...TENSHI- I am really sorry that it usually takes me so long to update, but at least I'm better with this fic so far! A bar scene fight? Hum...Maybe. You'll have to read and see! smiles...IBLIS- It is indeed a Harry/Peter fic, so that is always good. Yes, I do think Alex needs quite a lot of help, and thank you for the compliments! Here is the next part!...TIGERLILLK- I'm glad you like the story, and don't worry, I have no intention of 'punking out'. I am sorry you don't like my A/N's, but I enjoy responding to reviews. If you don't like it, then tell me not to respond to yours, and just skip over everyone else's...CATDUDELOL- More Harry? Yes, indeed, I shall. Glad you like it...SOULSISTER- I'm glad that you really like it, and I'm a new fan of Spidey slash too. The best way to get into it is to start writing. Something that would be awesome if you did smiles...MENTA- I'm glad you like my Harry. He's one of my favorite characters, so it's important to me that he is good...WINTERLOVE4- I'm glad you love it, and we shall what happens next...now!...GLITZTDANCINGSHOES- I'm really glad you like Alex. He is a fun original character. And I HATE Mary and Gary-Sues, nobody is perfect!...BAKACHAN17- I'm glad you like it, and yes, slash is gooooood...BSXJT- Well, considering when your review was left, this was pretty fast for you, no? I'm really gla that you like it so much. I mean it. All of you. You have no idea...
Disclaimer: I do not own Spiderman nor any such other copyrighted companies. I just own sex-crazy Alex, and he's all mine!
ADMIRER
By: MercilessTantalus
Chapter 4- Only One
Peter sat next to Alex, but did not hear a single thing. He did not hear the music coming from an ancient, dusty jukebox in the corner of the room. He did not hear what Alex said to him. He didn't even hear what drink Alex had ordered for him. All he could hear were his own thoughts.
/Why MJ, why? What did I do wrong?/
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It took Alex only a few seconds to notice that Peter was not paying any attention to him. He was just sitting there, staring stupidly at the daisy's still clenched in his left hand.
/I knew he was going to take it hard, but not this hard. Geez, the girl didn't even seem to like him all that much. Sure, she was upset, I knew she lied to me when she said that it wasn't important, but that's just it. It was obviously important, and for her to lie and say it wasn't makes it that less so to her.../
So, hoping to snap Peter out of his catatonic-like state, Alex began talking to him. He talked about college, he talked about movies, he even talked about the weather. But Peter took none of it in. He just continued to stare.
Just when Alex was starting to get really pissed off, their drinks finally arrived. The waitress took the two drinks over to their table, where Alex took them. She looked at Peter sadly, before throwing a look at Alex. He merely raised an eyebrow and in response she sighed and shook her head, leaving.
He could hear he say, "Not another. Pity. He's cute too."
Alex turned to Peter and put a hand on his forearm. /Time to wake up. The fun is about to begin./
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Peter felt a hand on his arm and nearly jumped out of his skin before he realized it was just Alex.
/So much for my Spidey sense/ He glanced at the daisies in his hand and set them down on the table. He then looked at Alex sadly.
"Hey, buddy. Nice to see you paying attention. Our drinks are here." Alex gestured to the bottle in front of Peter, and the glass in front of Alex.
Peter nodded, shifting uncomfortably. He didn't really want to drink. It may loosen his tongue and that was dangerous. What if he were to talk about Spiderman?
"What's the matter? Do you not like beer?"
Peter shook his head, "No. At least, I don't think so. I've never really tried it." At a smirk from Alex he blushed slightly. "Well, I did once when I was twelve, but I didn't really like the way it tasted."
This brought another long pause in the conversation, in which Alex merely observed him. Feeling quite awkward, Peter suddenly wanted to talk. Not about MJ, or Spiderman, of course, but something else. Anything else.
Looking around desperately, his eyes landed, inevitably, on the drinks. So, he said the first things that came to mind. "Did you know that alcoholic drinks come in many types and varieties?" At an amused glance from Alex, he continued, fiddling with his drink. "Alcoholic drinks are made through fermentation, either through straight fermentation or by brewing. To make drinks stronger, the processes of fortification or complete distillation can be applied."
He knew he was babbling, but at this point he just couldn't stop. "In a pub, beer is usually served in specially made glasses." He said, looking at Alex's. "These hold exactly a pint or a half-pint of liquid, and are filled to the brim, ensuring that you get a standard amount of drink." He blushed bright, not knowing exactly where this information was coming from. "Increasingly beer is also sold in bottles. This isn't quite so pleasant but is easier in clubs when you want to dance holding your drink-"
"Peter! I get it, ok? As much as I would like to think about you in a club, I think that you are babbling. I understand if you are not comfortable." Here Alex laughed a little before sighing. "I just...I thought that having a few drinks and relaxing would be good for you, but it seems I was wrong. You don't have to drink it..."
Staring at the bottle Peter realized that it would be impossible not to drink it without insulting Alex.
/He did buy me the drink, after all. The least I can do is drink it. It's just one. How much damage could it possibly do?/
Peter raised the bottle to his lips and drank. With a grin from Alex his reward, he set it down again. /See? Not the end of the world. Logically, I can drink a certain amount without getting drunk. I'll just have to be careful.../
He took another gulp.
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Harry slipping into the bar quietly, keeping the neckline of his black trench coat up high so that no one would notice him. The last thing he needed to worry about was the press.
/But you do wish that someone from the Bugle saw you, don't you? Not just anyone either, but a certain someone.../
Deciding to ignore that annoying part of his mind, Harry slunk to the back of the bar and took a seat. Looking briefly at his surroundings, he saw only a few people were here. Mostly just regulars. In the last seat, which he was facing, sat an attractive man who was currently on what looked like a date.
Harry was not at all curious, as this guy came in here with many men. And many women too, actually. He had even started to make a move on Harry once. But Harry could tell from a mile away that this guy was only about sex. And that wasn't exactly what Harry was looking for.
But there was something about the back of his current dates head. It seemed so familiar. If Harry had to say, from first impression, it looked oddly appealing. The hair cut was nothing popular, even a bit on the nerdy side. Like Petes.
/Pete. Yes, now you're comparing his hair to strangers? God, you really need to get a life./
As he was staring, the man facing him suddenly glanced at him, raising an eyebrow before narrowing his eye into a glare.
/What the hell is his problem? It's not like I can ever hear anything they're saying to each other.../
Deciding to ignore the two men, as he didn't feel in the mood for a fight, he became fascinated with his hands while he waited for the waitress to appear. He had brought nothing to do, and no one to talk to for a reason. He planned on becoming so totally and completely smashed, that he wouldn't even remember who Peter Parker was.
/Well, I can try/ he thought as the waitress arrived.
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The phrase 'two drinks is too many, three is not enough' ran itself over and over through Alex's head as he watched in amusement as Peter became more and more intoxicated. Of course, Alex had no problem with this at all.
/Easier to get to the shy ones this way, even if it is a bit costly/ he told himself as he ordered Peter a third beer.
Peter was giggling occasionally now. He had apparently forgotten all about MJ and his unpleasant experiences this afternoon. He was more then willing to talk now. Even though the topics were still more about school and science, Alex figured this was better then nothing.
He himself had had quite a few more drinks then Peter, but was not as affected. He felt pleasantly lightheaded, but no more. /Peter must be a real lightweight, of course.../ he mused /He doesn't drink much, and he's so skinny.../
"Peter?" Alex asked, finally deciding to try interrupting Peter's one-sided discussion on evolution.
"-And that, of course is because Dr. Erika von Mutheyis...No, Mutius. That's it! Mutius. He...He studies the bond-thingy tween early childhood exposure to microbes and..."
"Peter Parker!" He tried, waving a hand in front of his face.
"And...the...link. The link to asthma and other allergy stuff, because of evolution. I think-"
"Peter!" He shook the boy's arm, causing him to look at him for the first time that evening.
"Oh, hi Alex!" Peter smiled. "So...What was I saying? Something about Spiderman, right? I think he's really cool..."
/I think that should be quite drunk enough.../
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Harry was honestly minding his own business, nursing his alcohol when he heard that name.
"Peter?"
He glanced around, squinting his eyes, sure he must have imagined it.
"Peter Parker!"
There it was again! It wasn't his imagination. His eyes landed on the man who had glared at him, and he saw him the third time.
"Peter!"
/What the hell?!/ Harry thought. /How many people named Peter Parker are there in New York? Twenty? Ten?/ He thought, wildly.
/No, only one. Only one who matters./
Deciding he had better make sure before he made any kind of scene, Harry casually got up and headed over to the dusty jute box. He selected a song, any song. Then turned back around, sure to catch a glimpse of the man's date.
It was Peter! It was the only Peter in the world that matter! And here he was, sitting in the bar, obviously drunk, and with a loser.
/This has to be some sort of mistake/ Harry thought as he made his way over to the bar, intending to give this mysterious man a piece of his mind.
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A/N: Slight cliff, sorry about that. And for the long time in updating. I hope you all enjoyed it!
Thank-you's: GOLD SILK- I love the Harry-Peter too, and one of the main reasons that I invented Alex was (not only for a plot) but because somebody has to force Harry to fight for Peter...EVILHARPY- I am honored to be a fic you check so often for updates, as I have many I do the same thing to. Your review was not at all sticky, and I am here, writing, as you wish!...LILLHELLSINGER- More Harry? Yes, indeed. Updated again? Yes, indeed. I'm glad I met your criteria ...TENSHI- I am really sorry that it usually takes me so long to update, but at least I'm better with this fic so far! A bar scene fight? Hum...Maybe. You'll have to read and see! smiles...IBLIS- It is indeed a Harry/Peter fic, so that is always good. Yes, I do think Alex needs quite a lot of help, and thank you for the compliments! Here is the next part!...TIGERLILLK- I'm glad you like the story, and don't worry, I have no intention of 'punking out'. I am sorry you don't like my A/N's, but I enjoy responding to reviews. If you don't like it, then tell me not to respond to yours, and just skip over everyone else's...CATDUDELOL- More Harry? Yes, indeed, I shall. Glad you like it...SOULSISTER- I'm glad that you really like it, and I'm a new fan of Spidey slash too. The best way to get into it is to start writing. Something that would be awesome if you did smiles...MENTA- I'm glad you like my Harry. He's one of my favorite characters, so it's important to me that he is good...WINTERLOVE4- I'm glad you love it, and we shall what happens next...now!...GLITZTDANCINGSHOES- I'm really glad you like Alex. He is a fun original character. And I HATE Mary and Gary-Sues, nobody is perfect!...BAKACHAN17- I'm glad you like it, and yes, slash is gooooood...BSXJT- Well, considering when your review was left, this was pretty fast for you, no? I'm really gla that you like it so much. I mean it. All of you. You have no idea...
Disclaimer: I do not own Spiderman nor any such other copyrighted companies. I just own sex-crazy Alex, and he's all mine!
ADMIRER
By: MercilessTantalus
Chapter 4- Only One
Peter sat next to Alex, but did not hear a single thing. He did not hear the music coming from an ancient, dusty jukebox in the corner of the room. He did not hear what Alex said to him. He didn't even hear what drink Alex had ordered for him. All he could hear were his own thoughts.
/Why MJ, why? What did I do wrong?/
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It took Alex only a few seconds to notice that Peter was not paying any attention to him. He was just sitting there, staring stupidly at the daisy's still clenched in his left hand.
/I knew he was going to take it hard, but not this hard. Geez, the girl didn't even seem to like him all that much. Sure, she was upset, I knew she lied to me when she said that it wasn't important, but that's just it. It was obviously important, and for her to lie and say it wasn't makes it that less so to her.../
So, hoping to snap Peter out of his catatonic-like state, Alex began talking to him. He talked about college, he talked about movies, he even talked about the weather. But Peter took none of it in. He just continued to stare.
Just when Alex was starting to get really pissed off, their drinks finally arrived. The waitress took the two drinks over to their table, where Alex took them. She looked at Peter sadly, before throwing a look at Alex. He merely raised an eyebrow and in response she sighed and shook her head, leaving.
He could hear he say, "Not another. Pity. He's cute too."
Alex turned to Peter and put a hand on his forearm. /Time to wake up. The fun is about to begin./
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Peter felt a hand on his arm and nearly jumped out of his skin before he realized it was just Alex.
/So much for my Spidey sense/ He glanced at the daisies in his hand and set them down on the table. He then looked at Alex sadly.
"Hey, buddy. Nice to see you paying attention. Our drinks are here." Alex gestured to the bottle in front of Peter, and the glass in front of Alex.
Peter nodded, shifting uncomfortably. He didn't really want to drink. It may loosen his tongue and that was dangerous. What if he were to talk about Spiderman?
"What's the matter? Do you not like beer?"
Peter shook his head, "No. At least, I don't think so. I've never really tried it." At a smirk from Alex he blushed slightly. "Well, I did once when I was twelve, but I didn't really like the way it tasted."
This brought another long pause in the conversation, in which Alex merely observed him. Feeling quite awkward, Peter suddenly wanted to talk. Not about MJ, or Spiderman, of course, but something else. Anything else.
Looking around desperately, his eyes landed, inevitably, on the drinks. So, he said the first things that came to mind. "Did you know that alcoholic drinks come in many types and varieties?" At an amused glance from Alex, he continued, fiddling with his drink. "Alcoholic drinks are made through fermentation, either through straight fermentation or by brewing. To make drinks stronger, the processes of fortification or complete distillation can be applied."
He knew he was babbling, but at this point he just couldn't stop. "In a pub, beer is usually served in specially made glasses." He said, looking at Alex's. "These hold exactly a pint or a half-pint of liquid, and are filled to the brim, ensuring that you get a standard amount of drink." He blushed bright, not knowing exactly where this information was coming from. "Increasingly beer is also sold in bottles. This isn't quite so pleasant but is easier in clubs when you want to dance holding your drink-"
"Peter! I get it, ok? As much as I would like to think about you in a club, I think that you are babbling. I understand if you are not comfortable." Here Alex laughed a little before sighing. "I just...I thought that having a few drinks and relaxing would be good for you, but it seems I was wrong. You don't have to drink it..."
Staring at the bottle Peter realized that it would be impossible not to drink it without insulting Alex.
/He did buy me the drink, after all. The least I can do is drink it. It's just one. How much damage could it possibly do?/
Peter raised the bottle to his lips and drank. With a grin from Alex his reward, he set it down again. /See? Not the end of the world. Logically, I can drink a certain amount without getting drunk. I'll just have to be careful.../
He took another gulp.
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Harry slipping into the bar quietly, keeping the neckline of his black trench coat up high so that no one would notice him. The last thing he needed to worry about was the press.
/But you do wish that someone from the Bugle saw you, don't you? Not just anyone either, but a certain someone.../
Deciding to ignore that annoying part of his mind, Harry slunk to the back of the bar and took a seat. Looking briefly at his surroundings, he saw only a few people were here. Mostly just regulars. In the last seat, which he was facing, sat an attractive man who was currently on what looked like a date.
Harry was not at all curious, as this guy came in here with many men. And many women too, actually. He had even started to make a move on Harry once. But Harry could tell from a mile away that this guy was only about sex. And that wasn't exactly what Harry was looking for.
But there was something about the back of his current dates head. It seemed so familiar. If Harry had to say, from first impression, it looked oddly appealing. The hair cut was nothing popular, even a bit on the nerdy side. Like Petes.
/Pete. Yes, now you're comparing his hair to strangers? God, you really need to get a life./
As he was staring, the man facing him suddenly glanced at him, raising an eyebrow before narrowing his eye into a glare.
/What the hell is his problem? It's not like I can ever hear anything they're saying to each other.../
Deciding to ignore the two men, as he didn't feel in the mood for a fight, he became fascinated with his hands while he waited for the waitress to appear. He had brought nothing to do, and no one to talk to for a reason. He planned on becoming so totally and completely smashed, that he wouldn't even remember who Peter Parker was.
/Well, I can try/ he thought as the waitress arrived.
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The phrase 'two drinks is too many, three is not enough' ran itself over and over through Alex's head as he watched in amusement as Peter became more and more intoxicated. Of course, Alex had no problem with this at all.
/Easier to get to the shy ones this way, even if it is a bit costly/ he told himself as he ordered Peter a third beer.
Peter was giggling occasionally now. He had apparently forgotten all about MJ and his unpleasant experiences this afternoon. He was more then willing to talk now. Even though the topics were still more about school and science, Alex figured this was better then nothing.
He himself had had quite a few more drinks then Peter, but was not as affected. He felt pleasantly lightheaded, but no more. /Peter must be a real lightweight, of course.../ he mused /He doesn't drink much, and he's so skinny.../
"Peter?" Alex asked, finally deciding to try interrupting Peter's one-sided discussion on evolution.
"-And that, of course is because Dr. Erika von Mutheyis...No, Mutius. That's it! Mutius. He...He studies the bond-thingy tween early childhood exposure to microbes and..."
"Peter Parker!" He tried, waving a hand in front of his face.
"And...the...link. The link to asthma and other allergy stuff, because of evolution. I think-"
"Peter!" He shook the boy's arm, causing him to look at him for the first time that evening.
"Oh, hi Alex!" Peter smiled. "So...What was I saying? Something about Spiderman, right? I think he's really cool..."
/I think that should be quite drunk enough.../
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Harry was honestly minding his own business, nursing his alcohol when he heard that name.
"Peter?"
He glanced around, squinting his eyes, sure he must have imagined it.
"Peter Parker!"
There it was again! It wasn't his imagination. His eyes landed on the man who had glared at him, and he saw him the third time.
"Peter!"
/What the hell?!/ Harry thought. /How many people named Peter Parker are there in New York? Twenty? Ten?/ He thought, wildly.
/No, only one. Only one who matters./
Deciding he had better make sure before he made any kind of scene, Harry casually got up and headed over to the dusty jute box. He selected a song, any song. Then turned back around, sure to catch a glimpse of the man's date.
It was Peter! It was the only Peter in the world that matter! And here he was, sitting in the bar, obviously drunk, and with a loser.
/This has to be some sort of mistake/ Harry thought as he made his way over to the bar, intending to give this mysterious man a piece of his mind.
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A/N: Slight cliff, sorry about that. And for the long time in updating. I hope you all enjoyed it!