[ He's mostly people watching as he waits. The folks singing Journey have stepped down, replaced by a duo drunkenly butchering a Whitney Houston song together, and Peter watches with horrified amusement. It's like watching a train wreck in slow motion – he just can't look away.
By the time Natasha returns, the duo on stage are flailing along to an instrumental break. He spares a quick huff of a laugh at the label on the can she hands to him. And in answer to her question, ]
Private.
[ He punctuates it with a nod toward the stage. ]
No one's gonna be able to top this, and I don't even wanna try.
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By the time Natasha returns, the duo on stage are flailing along to an instrumental break. He spares a quick huff of a laugh at the label on the can she hands to him. And in answer to her question, ]
Private.
[ He punctuates it with a nod toward the stage. ]
No one's gonna be able to top this, and I don't even wanna try.