{ Well. The kid is being cryptic as hell tonight, and Peter peers at him for a second or two before the nachos arrive.
Anything he might have gleaned goes lost when the kid lights up like a Christmas tree, and Peter huffs out a breath, something caught between the crossroads of “amused” and “exasperated.” But because he can, Peter scoops up a chip – one of the ones toward the center that’s piled with a bunch of the toppings – and pops it into his mouth.
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Anything he might have gleaned goes lost when the kid lights up like a Christmas tree, and Peter huffs out a breath, something caught between the crossroads of “amused” and “exasperated.” But because he can, Peter scoops up a chip – one of the ones toward the center that’s piled with a bunch of the toppings – and pops it into his mouth.
As he chews (because he is a savage), ]
Have you ever had alcohol before tonight?