[ At some point during the week, a particular Star-Lord will be sending a particular wizard a text message. Buzz, buzz, Charlie Brown. ]
merlin methuselah gandalf sabrina the teenage witch
sry i couldn't decide which one i wanted to call you
here's the address to that bar. i'll meet you there. see you saturday?
[ And Peter has a moment to think how surreal it is that he's been making so many dates now that he's back in Heropa. Especially since he's pretty sure he's never actually been on a date-date. His romantic experience is exclusively this: Hey, here's an alcoholic beverage. I like how your body looks, and I'm pretty sure your biology is compatible with mine, and your voice isn't especially grating. Wanna fuck?
(Okay. There's more finesse and panache than that, but that's more or less what it boils down to.)
Despite that, he doesn't feel particularly nervous or out of sorts. It's not any different than just meeting someone for a drink, right? And there probably won't be any more or less flirting than he's already used to. Why do people get nervous about this shit again?
The bar itself is near the Porter in Nonah, mostly because Heropa's been pretty heavily hit by the recent mess. Unlike Peter's usual haunts, though, it's not dingy and seedy, and it doesn't make one feel as though he or she might contract some sort of illness simply from breathing in the air. It is, in fact, surprisingly nice, with food and drink available, so that was considerate of him. Currently, Peter's standing outside waiting for Charlie, playing on his phone. And while he's not wearing his signature red jacket, he's still wearing leather. Because he looks damn good in it. Sorry, cows. ]
"This Saturday"
merlin methuselah gandalf sabrina the teenage witch
sry i couldn't decide which one i wanted to call you
here's the address to that bar. i'll meet you there. see you saturday?
[ And Peter has a moment to think how surreal it is that he's been making so many dates now that he's back in Heropa. Especially since he's pretty sure he's never actually been on a date-date. His romantic experience is exclusively this: Hey, here's an alcoholic beverage. I like how your body looks, and I'm pretty sure your biology is compatible with mine, and your voice isn't especially grating. Wanna fuck?
(Okay. There's more finesse and panache than that, but that's more or less what it boils down to.)
Despite that, he doesn't feel particularly nervous or out of sorts. It's not any different than just meeting someone for a drink, right? And there probably won't be any more or less flirting than he's already used to. Why do people get nervous about this shit again?
The bar itself is near the Porter in Nonah, mostly because Heropa's been pretty heavily hit by the recent mess. Unlike Peter's usual haunts, though, it's not dingy and seedy, and it doesn't make one feel as though he or she might contract some sort of illness simply from breathing in the air. It is, in fact, surprisingly nice, with food and drink available, so that was considerate of him. Currently, Peter's standing outside waiting for Charlie, playing on his phone. And while he's not wearing his signature red jacket, he's still wearing leather. Because he looks damn good in it. Sorry, cows. ]