[Yeah, he'd probably either get on with Rocket like a house on fire or they'd hate each other's guts. Sometimes the similarities are grating rather than bonding.]
You can't tempt me with that and not deliver. [It's probably for the better though and he's not complaining about the invite on board the ship, strolling in without tripping over himself. As soon as John sees something deep purple, thick and literally smoky and fizzy he might bravely pass or puke all over the countertop.]
I'm there for my own reasons. [And that's all John's going to elaborate tonight, not because he wants to be ~mysterious and cool~ but because he doesn't really want to talk about the things he wants to fix or what he's running away from.]
[ Sounds dangerous either way, especially for Peter, so he isn't too interested in trying that theory. He gives John's waist a squeeze after his complain and tries to direct him towards a stool before letting the man go. ]
All right, let's have the last one.
[ Peter moves around the bar, grabs a pair of glasses and a bottle of whiskey and turns to face Constantine. Filling both glasses, Peter slid one towards John and rested his elbows on the counter as he lifted his own.
He was curious but Peter learned long ago not to pry when it looked like the other person would rather have their spine removed without anaesthesia than talk about certain subjects. ]
[John manages to keep his butt half hanging off the stool without sliding off, so it's looking pretty good so far, all things considered. He flashes a delayed lazy smile when Peter pours two out, picking one up and toasting his new friend before trying to knock it back a little slowly while trying his best not to appear like he's taking it slow. It's been a long night, he's allowed to slow down a bit, surely.]
They won't even notice I'm gone. [They probably will, but. John being John, he doesn't think that highly of himself. He also doesn't know how much of a headache he causes them that they'd want to keep tabs on him all the time.]
Peter mutters a soft, yet merry 'cheers' after their glasses cling. He too takes a slow sip of his drink, not too interested in getting more sloshed at the moment.
I doubt it but if it's of any consolation...I do notice you. [ There's an easy, flirtatious smile on Peter's lips. he can't help it sometimes. ] Even if you won't let me braid your hair.
[Of course John recognises the flirting for what it is, but it sounds nice regardless and it brings a twitch of a smile to his lips. He grins and nods.]
If braiding me hair's a euphemism for something love, I'm more open to the idea. [He's pretty sure it literally means them both being shitfaced while Peter tries to turn him into Heidi Constantine though and he can't say he's awfully interested in the prospect.]
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You can't tempt me with that and not deliver. [It's probably for the better though and he's not complaining about the invite on board the ship, strolling in without tripping over himself. As soon as John sees something deep purple, thick and literally smoky and fizzy he might bravely pass or puke all over the countertop.]
I'm there for my own reasons. [And that's all John's going to elaborate tonight, not because he wants to be ~mysterious and cool~ but because he doesn't really want to talk about the things he wants to fix or what he's running away from.]
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All right, let's have the last one.
[ Peter moves around the bar, grabs a pair of glasses and a bottle of whiskey and turns to face Constantine. Filling both glasses, Peter slid one towards John and rested his elbows on the counter as he lifted his own.
He was curious but Peter learned long ago not to pry when it looked like the other person would rather have their spine removed without anaesthesia than talk about certain subjects. ]
They won't miss you tonight, I take it?
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They won't even notice I'm gone. [They probably will, but. John being John, he doesn't think that highly of himself. He also doesn't know how much of a headache he causes them that they'd want to keep tabs on him all the time.]
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I doubt it but if it's of any consolation...I do notice you. [ There's an easy, flirtatious smile on Peter's lips. he can't help it sometimes. ] Even if you won't let me braid your hair.
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If braiding me hair's a euphemism for something love, I'm more open to the idea. [He's pretty sure it literally means them both being shitfaced while Peter tries to turn him into Heidi Constantine though and he can't say he's awfully interested in the prospect.]
There's not much of it to braid, mind.