[ 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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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.