Live in the Moment
Peter knew he had to put on a show when he returned to camp to cover up what had actually happened to Rabastan. He stood on the outskirts of the camp after returning, took another sip from his flask, his eyes fluttering closed with pleasure. The blood was still warm.
He took a deep breath, and shook himself out, deciding the best way to go was probably exasperation. He slumped his shoulders and frowned, furrowing his brows and balling his fists before storming back into the camp, where James was waiting.
“Hey Pete, what’s wrong? Where’s Rab?”
Peter threw his hands out in exasperation. “He fucking took off, the cum bucket! Absolute wanker he is, I have no idea where he’s gone. Fucker’s fast.”
James’ jaw drops in shock. “What happened?”
“He started going off about how Pandora is off her rocker, and I was all, hey man, that’s not nice, you’re supposed to be friends, and he’s all, what do you know wormtail, like my nickname is some kind of insult. Anyway, I guess he took me too literally when I told him to fuck off, because he did. And with a werewolf on the loose?” Peter shakes his head, “I can’t believe that guy.”
“You know there’s not actually a werewolf, right?” James raises a brow at Peter, who finally breaks his frown, smirking back at him.
“Where’s your sense of adventure, Prongs? Isn’t it more fun to pretend that there is?”
“Well we’re all indulging her anyway, why not?” He smiles.
Peter nods, grinning. “That's right, gotta live in the moment Prongs, you never know when a werewolf might come and desecrate your camp. Speaking of, have you got any weapons yet?”