sassiopath | Getting away

Peter's life was lived by moons. His place in his family's life meant that no matter what else he did, he had to be home by the night before the full moon and was free again two days after. His sister would prefer he be there more often but he was trying to find his own life, no matter if Talia felt his life should be hers.

Which was why, come the morning after the full moon, earlier than usual, he wheeled his bike out of the garage and was down the lane before his sister caught on to what the noise was.

He took off up the coast, trying not to think about how hard the night had been, how hard it was dealing with being the alpha's brother and how much it meant his life truly wasn't his own but was hers.

The further he got from Beacon Hills though, the better things got in his head. Getting out of the mindset of being beta and just being Peter Hale.

He rode into San Francisco late in the evening and it was neon lights that caught his attention. Figuring he'd find a room later, he secured his bike and headed into the bar. Tight jeans, a leather jacket, not caring that his hair was a bit windswept as he headed to the bar to order a drink.

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Piper couldn't help the laugh that escaped when he gave that huffing sigh. "Absolutely," she agreed and took a sip from her glass of Perrier - which was what she was limited to when she was working. At least, what she limited herself to. "It's a little harder for my sisters and I but we make do." It was always when one of them were gone when someone needed their help or something big would happen.

"You should be so lucky," she teased him with a bright grin, realizing after a second that -- damn, was she flirting?? She didn't flirt! Not, normally. Not since Leo and Dan. Neither of which were relevant at this moment.

"Oh? Like the Peter and the Wolf fairy tale? Now that is a little more interesting than most of the women in our family have P names."

Peter was quiet a minute, taking a sip of his whiskey. Slowly he raised his gaze back to Piper. "Trust me. I know about that. Hell, I don't get long to be away before she'll send the posse after me to drag me home."

A week without contact after the moon, fine. Two weeks, she started panicking. Three? She sent Laura to track him down. It had happened once and he hadn't done it again. He was only on a long leash and he knew that was the truth. He might be a wolf, but he was domesticated and that was what rubbed him raw.

He knew he was flirting, and he didn't care. He was free, if only for a moment, and he was taking advantage of that.

Pausing when she asked what it was in reference to and then giving her a nod. "Something like that. Our mother was a fan of Russian fairytales." Hence Talia's name as well, though it was less twisted than his was. "And not interesting, just another family moment of I'll probably need another drink."

Said as he took a bigger gulp of his liquor.

The mere image of some posse coming to drag this man home made another laugh escape her lips. "I can only imagine," she admitted with a smile, shaking her head. They'd taken vacations before but they were few and far between. No matter where they went, something seemed to follow them. Or, if only one went, the other two had to take guard incase some demon got it in them to wipe out the Charmed ones. It was nice though that they all got along better than before.

Small miracles.

"Ah, that explains it then," she said with another smile, keeping an eye on the club as she kept up conversation with him. She found herself fascinated which wasn't all that common, especially when she was working here. "Ah yes, those moments. I know them well," she agreed.

"Want another?"

"I'm sure you can. Sadly, I'm not even kidding. The last time she sent my niece," he said, knowing he shouldn't be talking about this, but hell, what did it matter? Who would it hurt? "But today is the start of my countdown. I have three weeks."

And he was going to enjoy them. Maybe, in the end, he would never come back. He always thought about it, but he didn't know if he would ever take the chance. Of being hunted down. Of his family paying for him not returning. All of it was asking too much to think about. Not that first night.

"Have an interesting family, do you?" He knows he does, and not many truly seemed to relate to it. She did though. "And definitely another."

Piper shook her head with a laugh, cashing out another patron at the bar before returning. "So for your three week vacation, are you planning on staying in San Francisco or are you heading elsewhere?" There were plenty of sites to check out and Piper wouldn't be at all surprised if he did decide to head on out further.

She picked up the bottle and poured Peter another drink, leaning against the counter. "You could say that. Three sisters living in the same house we grew up with as kids." She briefly considered how she could word it where it didn't sound weird. "We are all that each other. We depend on each other I guess you would say."

In many, many ways.

"Depends on how much I decide to run," he said, suddenly rather intense, and serious in those words. "If I chose to, eventually I'll have to leave here. They'll find me easy enough here," he admitted, shrugging as if that was nothing, as if it didn't matter. Despite all he was going to go through when the time came. There was always hell to pay in the end.

"Yeah, I know that feeling. How it is with my family," he said, taking a drink. "Why they need me to come back." Of course it didn't explain why he didn't want to come back, and what it was he would answer for or why.

Piper had to wonder why this man wanted to run as far as he could from his family. Of course, Phoebe had moved across the country to get away from Grams, from them when she was younger and that was before they knew they were witches! So she couldn't quite blame him. If it was anything like their family, she could sort of understand why. She nodded. "My sister ran across the country when she needed to get away from family so I get it."

Although she was sure the circumstances between the two were absolutely different.

"I get it," she said with a little smile. "The family obligations get exhausting after a while." Though she wouldn't do anything to change it, she knew how it went with an overbearing family obligation. She was enjoying this conversation with him, more than she had with others recently.

He nodded at that, smiling a bit. "And you never thought to do it? To just get in a car and go? Or in my case, a bike," he said with a grin, which was definitely wolfish. "Just get up and leave it all behind?"

Because it's all he's thinking about and he can't put it behind him. Sure he's thought about it before, but now he's actually thinking of acting on it and leaving. More so than he already has.

"Ever feel like you never had a life of your own, and never will?"

"I considered it for a moment but I was always the mediator between my two sisters," she said with a laugh, thinking back on those less supernatural times in her life. "The responsible one, I suppose you'd say." Though, she had it easier than Prue did. Prue had the first born problem of always feeling she had to do everything for her and Phoebe. "These days, i've thought about it more often than I did when I was a kid."

Piper considered those words for a moment before nodding. "Absolutely," she said with a smile. "Glad to hear someone out there understands that feeling." Though whether it was a good thing or not was left to be seen. It wasn't the greatest of feelings to have, that was for sure.

"Where are you running from, Mr. Hale?"

Now that is something that he can understand. It's not much different than being the beta to his alpha.

"Yeah trust me. I understand how that is. I'm kind of the responsible one for my family." The one that watched young wolves during the full moon. The one that was responsible for so much and yet never would get the recognition for it.

"It's a little town in Northern California called Beacon Hills. It's not much of anything really but it's been my family's land for decades."

Getting away - for Piper

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