PETER - SEVENTEEN - BACCHUS
it's a saturday morning in california, which means the sun is shining and everything seems perfect. peter is in desperate need of time off, especially after that little trick he played on nick, which ended in the first cohort harboring even more hatred for him. he chuckles, lightly, to himself, as he recalls the events of yesterday. he's sitting on the grass, fiddling with his bracelet, and taking in the scenery of the lake. he's in a fairly good mood, which in itself is already a miracle. he tugs on the hem of purple tee shirt, which has its sleeves carefully rolled up. his hair is in a slightly curly mess, it's front swept to the left. "alright," he mutters, barely audibly, "time to have a little bit of fun." he gets up from his seat on the grass, and he snaps his fingers. as he does so, a few grape vines sneak their way up a tree trunk next to him. he grins, as he steps towards the waters of the lake, the vines seeming to follow him.