Tie One On

Peter Terrified of what I'd be As a kid, from what I've seen Every single day, when people try And put the pieces back together Just to smash them down Adam was maybe able to shake off his tension like an overlarge coat, but it was not so simple for Peter. He felt stupid for letting himself get into a situation like this, but at least they were somewhere public. Quick eyes scanned the bar, wondering absently if people here would speak up if something happened. The name that dropped off Adams lips had Peters eyes back on him in an instant, blue eyes cold, something approaching anger simmering just below the surface of him. ”I don’t know. Find other work.” His voice was clipped, the answers short and careful, not inviting anything. It was a question that had been echoing around Peters own head though, and that was impossible to fully escape in his tipsy state. The truth was, he had no idea what to do with himself without orders of some kind. He had hoped having a place to stay, and chase a sense of normalcy in would be nice, but so far it just made him feel even more out of place. His uncertainty showed in the way he chewed his bottom lip, and took another sip of his drink. The bottom was coming up on his as well, though the effects of it were obviously haha trig him a little harder than Adam.