[ Peter goes from feeling relief (because while the bottle doesn't smell like alcohol, it certainly doesn't smell like water either) to feeling a slight edge of panic the moment she places her hand over his, like - what's happening here right now? Should he be freaking out? Should he be saying something?
The circuits in Peter's brain don't quite manage to parse talking to girls who also happen to be way out of his league, and his last attempt kind of ended ... pretty spectacularly bad, actually. So. He's a little at a loss.
But she's offering him a way out of this (honestly) creepy bar and he's grateful to take it.
He nods, swallowing. ]
Okay. Yeah. [ Actually? His mouth is really dry now, so water would be amazing. ] Thanks. [ There's a brief pause before: ] Uh, I'm Peter, by the way.
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The circuits in Peter's brain don't quite manage to parse talking to girls who also happen to be way out of his league, and his last attempt kind of ended ... pretty spectacularly bad, actually. So. He's a little at a loss.
But she's offering him a way out of this (honestly) creepy bar and he's grateful to take it.
He nods, swallowing. ]
Okay. Yeah. [ Actually? His mouth is really dry now, so water would be amazing. ] Thanks. [ There's a brief pause before: ] Uh, I'm Peter, by the way.