[ He takes a sip himself, humming thoughtfully. ] Huh. I guess it does? I mean, twenty-six years since I've had one, but I think you're right.
[ He leads them through the crowd of guests, one arm wrapped around Charlie's waist -- both to prevent them from being separated and because he goddamn can wanna fight about it. They skirt the area dedicated for dancing, and twice they're stopped to make small talk.
Both times Peter thinks their cover is surely blown -- the conversation would always start when the guest squinted at Peter, then asked, "Don't I know you from somewhere?" They'd claim they were from Xandar and would send Peter into a mild panic, though it would never be obvious from looking at him. (Charlie would notice, though, from the way his hand tenses at his hip.)
They manage to extricate themselves, though, and Peter's mildly surprised with Charlie handles himself. So much so that he leans in again, lips brushing against his ear. ]
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[ He leads them through the crowd of guests, one arm wrapped around Charlie's waist -- both to prevent them from being separated and because he goddamn can wanna fight about it. They skirt the area dedicated for dancing, and twice they're stopped to make small talk.
Both times Peter thinks their cover is surely blown -- the conversation would always start when the guest squinted at Peter, then asked, "Don't I know you from somewhere?" They'd claim they were from Xandar and would send Peter into a mild panic, though it would never be obvious from looking at him. (Charlie would notice, though, from the way his hand tenses at his hip.)
They manage to extricate themselves, though, and Peter's mildly surprised with Charlie handles himself. So much so that he leans in again, lips brushing against his ear. ]
Didn't know you could act, Gandalf.