onepassingnight | volume 1

[ Peter has no idea how he ended up here, on a couch, listening to a bunch of middle aged women and a few other assorted people talk about Pride and Prejudice. He lost count of how many times he was nearly force fed a cookie by some woman claiming that he's too skinny, and this is starting to feel like all those dreams about showing up to class without any pants on.

He's barely said anything about the book since showing up, instead opting to just sort of listen, and nod every once in awhile. It's easier to just agree with everyone than to pretend he cares about a rich guy marrying some poor guy's daughter. Great, it's heartfelt and mooshy, he gets it.

Running a hand down his face, he flips through the book again for what feels like the hundredth time, stopping on some page to skim through a paragraph, while another woman starts to talk about the historical ramifications of things that Peter chooses to ignore. At this point, he's pretty sure he's forgotten why he even agreed to this in the first place. ]

So what do you think about the book? [ And it's the first question actually directed at him. Oh yeah, this is exactly like those pantsless dreams he used to have, and now he's just... at a total loss for words. ]

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What kinds of things?

[She scoots forward a little on the couch, listening intently to Peter.]

Anything you can think of?

[ Now he actually does have to think back to high school... ] Movies, chess, drama.

What do you do in these clubs?

[She quirks her head to the side.]

[ Peter has... no idea how to explain these things. At all. ] Talk? Do stuff? Depends on the club.

That doesn't sound like much fun.

Probably is to the people in the club.

Are you having fun?

Here? ... Not really?

Yep, that's what I thought.

So...[She swings her legs a bit, looking around.] I'll bet there's some way to sneak out of here.

[ And now Peter might actually be smiling a little. ]

There's a way to sneak out of everywhere.

[She flashes him a quick grin.] Come on, then. [She ducks back behind the couch.]

... Right. [ Peter's up and following behind her not a second later, leaving his book behind on the couch. From there hiding position, he looks back on over to her. ] Now where?

One moment. [Her sharp eyes scan the room, searching for an exit. This is actually sort of...fun. When one isn't hiding for one's life, this sort of thing is exciting!]

Ooh, found it. Back door. [She straightens up slightly, looks around to see if anyone's paying attention, and slips quietly towards the back door.]

Perfect. [ Following her lead, he looks over his shoulder to make sure that the old ladies are preoccupied with their own lives. And then he's heading towards the back exit after her, just happy to be getting the hell out of book-club-dodge. ]

[Quorra grins at him and slips outside, holding the door open.]

[ Smiling back, he lets the door ease shut behind him. ] Glad that's over with.

You're welcome. [she flashes him a smirk.]

Thanks. [ He shakes his head, feeling a little bit stupid for not having said it sooner. ] Now where to?

[Quorra usually would have answered by this point, but once again, as every time she steps out the door, she's capured by the beauty of the User world.]

....

What?

[ Peter is... kind of intrigued by this girl. He can't quite figure her out, so he might as well try asking something different. ]

You ever been in a library before?

A library? No, what's that?

Where you are.

Oh. [She looks around at the shelves and shelves of books. It's like some kind of heaven to her. Books are one of her only and best companions.]

It's wonderful.

[ Peter's still... intrigued by exactly why she's so fascinated with the place. This is way more interesting than the book club. ]

You've really never been in one?

Never. [Her response is rather sheepish.] I'm new to this world.

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