Good for nothing loser

Peter Adamson Thirty One Trying to turn his life around “Annie? Um… nah, man. We never crossed paths… what’s she got to do with anything, anyway?”

[vivienvalentino]

NICHOLAS HOULT The Great, 2020

[p-eteradamson]

ava-crxz​:

“I know I do. And this town, you never know when it might be your last.”

~

Peter sighed softly at her words, his eyes dropping to the bottle’s label as his thoughts drifted to Dan. It had been years since Jamie killed him, but it still felt like he would come through the door at any moment. “Amazing any of us still choose to live here.”

[p-eteradamson]

ava-crxz​:

“Just enjoying being alive. Can’t think of any better occasion than that.”

“You’ve got a point there.” He released a dry laugh, taking a drink from the bottle.

[xjoshcox]

// @secretsummerstarters​

[p-eteradamson]

“You alright there, mate?”

[chase---gordon]

p-eteradamson​:

~

Peter’s brow creased in concern as he moved forward, placing a hand on Chase’s shoulder. “Hey, you’re okay… You want to go back to my house?” He asked, looking around at the people nearby, thinking he might need some privacy to take a breath. “Or I can get you home?” He was clearly going through something awful, but asking him about it could wait. He needed help.

Chase felt Peter’s hand on his shoulder and it felt familiar and comforting right then. Nodding his head a little bit, while looking at Peter for a moment. “Either one. Which is closer?” At this moment he wasn’t sure. He just knew that he needed a hit of something strong. He needed it. That was all he knew in that moment. “I’m not okay..”

[p-eteradamson]

“Um...” He tried to work out which was closer, but it was sure it was pretty equal. “Let’s go to my place.” He didn’t really know Chase’s living situation these days. If he lived with anyone else, he probably didn’t want them seeing him in this state. “I’ll help you, okay? I got you, man.” With his hand still on Chase’s shoulder, Peter moved him in the direction of his home.

[kane--sharpe]

p-eteradamson​:

Peter had just finished up playing a gig at the Green Dove when he received a text from an unknown number. He sighed, finishing his drink before unlocking his phone. As he had assumed, it was another person reaching out to him for weed. It was making him question how bad the dealers were becoming around here if he was the go to guy. He started typing, ‘Sorry man. I’m not in the game anymore.’ then hit send. Looking down at his tip jar though, Peter almost regretted the text.

Kane looked at the response on his phone. “Really, you can’t get anything?” He sighed, shaking his head. It was bullshit. He was just trying to get weed. He didn’t understand how some people could get heroin and molly and shit when he couldn’t even get weed.

[p-eteradamson]

Peter was barely even out the door of the pub when his phone was buzzing again. He dropped his things in the trunk of his car and sat in the driver’s seat as he read the new text. ‘I said I don’t sell anymore.’ He responded quickly, becoming a little irritated- mostly at himself. ‘Look, I can get you some this once, but that’s it. And I’m charging double. Send your address.’ After sending the second text, Peter tossed the phone on to the driver’s seat and headed in the direction of one of his old contacts. It was just this once. No big deal.

[deactivated-blog]

p-eteradamson​:

“Well if you’re going to insist…”

“I do insist,” Ava smirked as she handed him a bottle.

[p-eteradamson]

He gladly took the bottle. “So what’s the occasion?”

[p-eteradamson]

chase---gordon​:

What -A had did to him had turned his addiction worse and right now he was craving anything that he possible could get his hands on. Hearing Peter, he shook his head a little bit. “No. I’m not.”

~

Peter’s brow creased in concern as he moved forward, placing a hand on Chase’s shoulder. “Hey, you’re okay... You want to go back to my house?” He asked, looking around at the people nearby, thinking he might need some privacy to take a breath. “Or I can get you home?” He was clearly going through something awful, but asking him about it could wait. He needed help.

[kane--sharpe]

@p-eteradamson​

Kane was desperate for a spliff. He had run out of weed in the middle of the night and he couldn’t find Dennis’s stash and the male wouldn’t be home for hours.  He had hit up his normal dealer and when they said they were unavailable gave him a name of someone to try. Peter.  He took out his phone and sent the guy a text explaining how desperate he was for some weed and asking if he could help him out.

[p-eteradamson]

Peter had just finished up playing a gig at the Green Dove when he received a text from an unknown number. He sighed, finishing his drink before unlocking his phone. As he had assumed, it was another person reaching out to him for weed. It was making him question how bad the dealers were becoming around here if he was the go to guy. He started typing, ‘Sorry man. I’m not in the game anymore.’ then hit send. Looking down at his tip jar though, Peter almost regretted the text.

[deactivated-blog]

@secretsummerstarters​

“I really hope you don’t plan on letting me drink both of these bottles of champagne by myself, do you?”

[p-eteradamson]

“Well if you’re going to insist...”

[p-eteradamson]

chase---gordon‌:

Chase ran a hand through is hair, before nodding some. “Right. I understand. I’m sorry to have bothered you.” He needed something. Anything to help him right now thanks to -A, he had been doing good up to now.

Peter’s brow furrowed as he apologised, attempting to figure out what was going on here. He craving a hit, but he looked more desperate than he ever did. “Hey... Are you doing okay?”

[wyatt--newell]

p-eteradamson‌:

“Okay, that’s fair. I love Queen, but you wouldn’t catch me cutting about in a bright yellow jacket on a Saturday night.”

“I mean- There’s got to be some people who could rock that look. Just not us.”

[p-eteradamson]

“And definitely no one from Baberton.”

[thomasxplayfair]

p-eteradamson‌:

“Why would you even say such a ridiculous thing?”

“Because I’m not wrong.”

[p-eteradamson]

“Okay, name one.”

[sassyxstellax]

p-eteradamson‌:

“It makes me so sad to live here. Like love other music all you want, just don’t come at Queen.”

“Right?! How cruel and immature some people can be,” she half teased with a chuckle and a shake of her head. “Who else do you enjoy listening to?”

[p-eteradamson]

“Honestly.” He laughed, “I love most music, I’m not actually as picky as the start of this conversation might have you assume. Glam rock will always be some of my favourites though. Can’t beat a bit of Bowie or Cinderella, but the other day I literally listened to Lewis Capaldi’s album for a solid thirteen hours. What about you?”

[emmaswoods]

p-eteradamson‌:

“You tell me.”

“Wouldn’t know. Never happens.”

[p-eteradamson]

“And yet here it is, happening right now.”

[cherishpenney]

p-eteradamson‌:

“Don’t be thinking that I’m above tying you up in a room and blaring Queen until you accept the truth.”

“Kinky.” Alison teased, shaking her head. “But be warned, I won’t accept it, so your efforts will be in vain.”

[p-eteradamson]

“Not where I was going with that, and you know it.” He jokingly scolded her. “You’re diabolical.”

[itsdarkinsidee25]

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