Are You Up? - Peter Stone
Pairing: Peter Stone x Reader
Summary: After a night of heavy drinking with a total stranger, Peter decides to try to win you back once again, drunk and over the phone. No better way than that at three AM.
Peter looked down at his cell phone, 2:37AM. He then looked at his shot of Jägermeister, his fifth shot of Jager, on top of three beers and on top of two shots of whiskey. He smiled, looking at the new profile picture you had just uploaded to Facebook. He looked at your smile, missing how he was the one who put that on your face, in the profile picture your loyal dog Jes was with you.
“Damn it, I miss the dog too.” The bartender looked at Peter, puzzled. Peter showed him the picture, his eyebrows perked up.
“Oh shoot and who is that? Your sister, she single?” He said, ready to get your number, Peter shot him a glare.
“That’s the reason I’m here. Drowning my sorrows cause I miss her.” The bartender smiled and handed Peter another beer.
“Now, why is that? Her choice or yours?” Peter took a drink of the beer and shook his head.
“Well, we didn’t date I guess you could say. We just hung out a lot, she slept at my house, I walked her dog, we’d have sex, we-” The bartender cut him off.
“So wait? You had exactly what a relationship is, but not a relationship?” Peter smiled.
“We just never put a label on it. I don’t know. She never asked and neither did I. My ex fiancé popped up, well problem there is I never told her that I had an ex fiancé.” The bartender shook his head, grabbing a shot for himself.
“Man, you know women love knowing that shit!” Peter shook his head.
“I know, I know. Like I said, we weren’t officially dating, I don’t know I didn’t think.” The bartender chuckled and let out a ‘huh’,
“Maybe we do only think with our dicks. Why don’t you call her?” He handed Peter another shot.
“She’s probably asleep, no need to wake her.” He took the shot. The shot he needed. Roughly ten minutes later, he was ready to make that call.
“Oh oh put her on speaker I wanna hear!” The bartender, who's actual name was Mark shouted.
“Shhhhhh.” Peter whispered, “You have to be ve- ve- very quiet.” He laughed at his inability to speak well, finally there was an answer.
“Hello? Who the hell is this? It’s 3:30AM I have work in three hours. We can’t all stay up half the night!”
“Ah there’d my firecracker! What are ya doin honey?”
“Peter? Is that you? Are you hammered right now?” He laughed, trying to hold his head up.
“Maybe! Not as bad as last time I called you!” Which was a lie, it was worse this time.
“You know what Peter? Seems to me like you only want to talk when you have some booze in you. Tell you what, you know where I live, you have my key still if you want to talk so bad you’ll do it sober. You call me one more time like this and you will never hear from me again, I will block your number. Sound good?” Peter sighed, putting his head down ready to sleep now.
“Okay! Okay! No more drunk calls! Go- goodnight sweet stuff!” You rolled your eyes at his saying and hung up. His new found friend Mark got his home address off his phone, called Peter a cab and sent him to his house to sleep everything off. When Peter woke up he couldn’t remember anything, Not a single thing. When he grabbed his phone, the first thing he saw was a note on the lock screen.
“I know you won’t remember shit! My name is Mark, we became friends last night. You told me about the woman you like so much and even called her. Now, heads up man she told you to talk to her in person not drunk and over the phone. Now, get cleaned up and showered up and go win that woman back! If you have any questions call my number, or if you ever wanna get together! God luck my guy!” Peter laughed at the note, not remembering meeting anyone named Mark. He read the message again, making sure he read what was wrote correctly. As soon as he saw that you had told him to come talk to you when he was sobered up, he ran to the shower and was ready to go In under ten minutes. He headed out the door, knowing all what to say and ready to have you back.