It wasn't too long after that when Peter did make his way over to the club. He had meant what he said the day before about going into the hospital to make use of the empty lab, but by the time late evening rolled into night he'd had more than enough of work and wanted a little fun. The Columns it was.

Unlike Rory, he did have to consider parking, decided it wasn't worth the hassle and left his Jeep in the hospital's staff lot. He took the subway and then went on foot for the last couple of blocks. Of course, he'd also had the sense to change into something more scene appropriate than his work attire and he wasn't above flirting a bit to get a place at the front of the line for the entrance.

Once inside and after giving the little blonde he'd been making insincere eyes at the slip, Peter wondered how in the world he was going to find Rory and his band in the crowd. Phone. Oh, wow...he was brilliant. Idiot. He flipped open his cell and dialed the Irishman's number.