When the bartender plops the drink in front of him, Peter just sighs a little, a hand threading through his hair. (And who the hell can find him attractive, when he's looking so beat up and rundown? Peter is pretty vain, but even he's not stupid enough to think he looks like a catch, tonight. He hasn't looked like one for months now.) He is seriously not in the mood for this, tonight. Not when he feels like his chest is being constricted and there's this weird cold feeling in his gut, and fuck, he just really, really misses Kasumi right now, and it's been two months since they left off on that weird note; and sure, they were doing the long distance thing before this shit went down, but at least they still managed quick chats and vid messages and flirty voice mails or whatever.
Having to maintain radio silence for months on end? Pretty much hell.
So when he reluctantly turns to where the bartender gestures, already queuing up the same speech he told the Krylorian, he just looks tired.
That changes instantly, though, the instant he realizes who the mystery woman is.
A grin immediately finds its way to his face, and a fog lifts, and holy shit is he glad to see her. And it's a damn good thing the Krylorian woman is distracting his companions, seeing as how he's not bothering to hide his relief, not bothering to hide how god damn happy he is to see her.
Two months is a long time, after all.
(And a part of him is saying, Don't. This is dangerous. You're putting her in the line of fire. They're too close.
He ignores it. At least for now.)
He finally manages to rein it in a little, with a surreptitious glance over his shoulder. None of the Ravagers are paying him any mind, it looks like, and he slowly makes his way to Kasumi's side, taking unhurried strides. He sits down on the stool beside her, facing forward and leaning against the bar top on his forearms. He looks at her from the corner of his eye, but the smile never quite goes away. He keeps his voice low, even though he's certain the Ravagers don't give a shit what he's doing. ]
Thanks for not giving me a heart attack this time.
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When the bartender plops the drink in front of him, Peter just sighs a little, a hand threading through his hair. (And who the hell can find him attractive, when he's looking so beat up and rundown? Peter is pretty vain, but even he's not stupid enough to think he looks like a catch, tonight. He hasn't looked like one for months now.) He is seriously not in the mood for this, tonight. Not when he feels like his chest is being constricted and there's this weird cold feeling in his gut, and fuck, he just really, really misses Kasumi right now, and it's been two months since they left off on that weird note; and sure, they were doing the long distance thing before this shit went down, but at least they still managed quick chats and vid messages and flirty voice mails or whatever.
Having to maintain radio silence for months on end? Pretty much hell.
So when he reluctantly turns to where the bartender gestures, already queuing up the same speech he told the Krylorian, he just looks tired.
That changes instantly, though, the instant he realizes who the mystery woman is.
A grin immediately finds its way to his face, and a fog lifts, and holy shit is he glad to see her. And it's a damn good thing the Krylorian woman is distracting his companions, seeing as how he's not bothering to hide his relief, not bothering to hide how god damn happy he is to see her.
Two months is a long time, after all.
(And a part of him is saying, Don't. This is dangerous. You're putting her in the line of fire. They're too close.
He ignores it. At least for now.)
He finally manages to rein it in a little, with a surreptitious glance over his shoulder. None of the Ravagers are paying him any mind, it looks like, and he slowly makes his way to Kasumi's side, taking unhurried strides. He sits down on the stool beside her, facing forward and leaning against the bar top on his forearms. He looks at her from the corner of his eye, but the smile never quite goes away. He keeps his voice low, even though he's certain the Ravagers don't give a shit what he's doing. ]
Thanks for not giving me a heart attack this time.