A/N: Oh my gosh, guys! Thanks to all my subscribers, you really made my day. So, I think this chapter and the next are going to be the same night, and then I'll get to the action. I'm sure you can understand that I want as much of Peter being charming and Peter-ish as possible;) Still don't own Fringe.
She didn't quite know, actually. But something felt good as that extremely charming and infuriating man took her hand and danced with her.
After the song was over she tried to pull away, but he held tightly to her wrist.
"You never said how many songs," he said, smiling.
"Well, since it was never specified, than I can say now that one was enough," she said. Sure, it made her rather happy to dance with him, but she had a case to work on.
"Can I buy you a drink?" he asked.
"If you tell me your name."
"You never gave me yours," he said, tilting his head and smirking.
"Fair enough," she said. She wasn't exactly going to give her full name to this 'Peter' guy, so she stayed silent and let him lead her to the bar.
He obviously noticed the silence.
"So your last name is…?" he asked, sitting on a barstool sideways and looking like he was trying far too hard to seduce her.
"Not telling until you help me," she said.
"Well, my boss is Walter Bishop, so…" he said.
She didn't recognize that name, and just shrugged at his 'don't you know him' look.
"He invents the best things you ever did see," Peter said. "Rainbows, stuffed animals, singing corpses…you name it."
"Singing corpses?" Olivia asked.
Peter laughed. "Yeah, though don't ask me why. He lives in a world of his own. Are you a scotch kind of girl?"
"I don't think I'll have anything," she said.
"Bull. You will," he said, flashing that charming smile. "I insist."
"So how would this Bishop guy help me find the kid?" Olivia asked.
"He could probably invent something to find her. He's really fast at making prototypes."
"A week, probably," he said.
"That's too long," Olivia said, shaking her head.
"Well, I guess you can't please everyone."
Peter wasn't about to say he was in love, because he wasn't. But this Olivia, she was a fireball.
He had never met anyone so determined, so…so…he didn't know. She had a certain something about her that just made her different from all the other girls.
He really did want to help her, but he didn't know if he could. But what the hell, he was smart. He'd figure something out, he practically had to. He was not about to be forgotten by her.
"Thank you for the offer," she said.
"It doesn't have to be just an offer," he said. "I mean, he could work on it while you take the hard way. And…I could help you take the hard way."
"What qualifies you for investigation?" she asked. Well, scoffed really. So she thought she was better than him, huh? He could fix that.
"Well, I'm quite intelligent," he said. "Good at deductive reasoning, math, science…you name it."
"Assuming that were true, you're not the fittest guy. Wouldn't fare too well in a fight."
Peter flinched. That stung a bit.
"Hey, lady. You ever heard about not judging books by how much they eat?" he asked.
"I don't think I've ever heard it put quite like that," Olivia said, laughing.
"Now you have," he said. "So can I help you or can I buy you a drink? Or both, I'm up for both."
She turned her head away from him, looking like she was thinking hard.
He could almost hear her thoughts: Do I take the annoying stalker with me everywhere or do I talk to him for just one night?
So he was rather surprised when her answer was 'both'.
"But if you get too annoying or unhelpful, you're out," she said.
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