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[madeupnames]

WOOOOOO—

[THUMP, CLATTER, A CURSE WORD THAT STARTS WITH 'MOTHER' THAT COMES FROM A POLITE LITTLE VOICE.]

Wheeew — Helloooo Riverview!

[There's a shuffling of feet as the familiar voice carries further away, like he's walking away from the feed. Someone calls distantly: 'Enjoy your glory years, kid!']

Thank you, sir! Where's the tram...? Which street again — Oh! I dropped my — [Dropped his phone. Oops. Right! He picks it up, squinting into the feed; Peter looks — well, drunk. He's very drunk. He whispers a little lower:] Hey, sorry, oops — sorry, it's late and I'm kinda noisy. I'll shut up. Shhhh.

[He staggers sideways in his attempt to sneak quietly, so there's that.]

Guys, I was, like, so worried about drinking? But I feel great! Mr. Wilson, thanks for helping me loosen up a little; I dunno why I was even nervous. I even did the karaoke thing on my own. Like, the thing on my bucket list? Man... It was so fun... I don't think I had that much fun in... I don't even know when. Heh. I love you guys. [He whispers in a giggle to himself, looking around and ignoring the feed for a moment:] I have noooo idea where I'm at... Oh, wait! that's Centerfield Lane, I'm doing great...!

But where's the tram again? Shit. Iiii mean 'crap'. Crap is what I meant.

Uuuuh. Hold on. [The feed blacks out again, and there's the telltale sounds of someone clearly climbing up a fire escape toward someone's roof. He's very coordinated for a drunk teenager.] There we go! I seeeee it now. Cool, awesome. Cool.

[He looks at the feed again, the background higher up.]

So I was thinking! I've been spending soooo much time moping about stuff I can't, uuuuh. Do anything about, so I was figuring... why not relax a little? I got this To Do List thing I wanna get done, and I was wondering if anyone wanted to help with it? It'll be fun!

I got stuff like — [He counts off on his fingers.] learning how to kniiit, surfiiing, learning origaaami... Holding a really big snake? When I was a kid I always wanted to face my fears and hold a snake, and I almost got a chance to, but then I remembered how scary snakes are and chickened out...!

[He waves at someone down below, sounding so happy.]

Heeeey! You wanna hug?! I have 'give a stranger a hug' on my to do list!

['Dude, what are you doing on a roof at eleven at night?!' the teenaged kid calls back.]

I'm drunk!

['I guess I can hug you?!' Peter fist pumps.]

Awesome!

[The kid down below yells back from cupped hands: 'Hey—! You're gonna break your neck up there! Get down!']

It's cool, I've got really good balance!

[He gives the guy a thumbs up. This is all still recording. Save him.]

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[madeupnames]

[Aw, she said it's delightful. He feels warm and fuzzy.]

Thanks! Everyone elses's acting so weird about it, like a buncha' buzzkills.

[indigobird]

They're being concerned adults. And likely a few of them are parents.

[She knows Jeff is, and from the tone of one or two others, she'd wager they are, too.]

It likely makes me irresponsible that I'm not scolding you, but I've never been much the sort. Not for something like this.

Though, at the risk of sounding like them, have you actually eaten anything since you drank... whatever it is you drank?

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Y're the cool aunt, s'why.

... Was thinking about finding somewhere with food. I've got three bucks.

[His tap card has been woefully low, but hey, the drinks were free!]

[indigobird]

[!!!!

Oh man

She's never been the cool aunt before. And likely won't be, back home, barring a miracle.

YOU HEAR THAT ALL

SHE'S THE COOL AUNT. YOU HEARD RIGHT.

SUCK A NUT!!

....anyway:]

Well now I'm all warm and fuzzy inside. How about the cool aunt meets you someplace and we get something in you? Your pick.

[madeupnames]

... Really?

[Coulda' swore it sounded like you offered him to open presents early on Christmas, from that tone.]

[indigobird]

Really really. No respectable drunken person goes without shoving all manner of terrible food down their throat.

[madeupnames]

I mean, m'a teenager, so I already do that on the daily.

[He grins, though.]

How 'bout we look 'til we find somewhere neither of us has eaten at? Sounds fun, right?

[indigobird]

Well, then I stand corrected.

[Hawke's already getting up, putting on her shoes and whatnot before making for the door.]

I do like that plan. I'll meet you where you are. [He's been wandering around by himself for a bit too long, and even as one of the more irresponsible adults talking to him, she knows he shouldn't be alone for much longer.]

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Sure, sounds really good!

... M'not, uh. Messing up your night, am I?

[It occurs to him some of his pals might come to make sure he doesn't break his neck.

That's not quite as fun as the fun he's having.]

[indigobird]

[He's not terribly far from where she lives, luckily. Not that Hawke minds a long walk. But she's more afraid of where and in what position she'll find Peter by the time she does reach him.]

If by messing up you mean help me procrastinate on work, then I suppose so. But you know, I can't quite find it in me to complain.

[She grins. Yeah, no, she's not exactly upset at the idea.]

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Oooh, cool, cool. I'll be riiight here. Not gonna move!

[He pats the cement ledge of the building, as if that totally cements his promise.

But hey! He doesn't move! Much!

By the time she finds him, he's, uh. Napping.

You can see his arms hanging off the side of the apartment complex there.]

[indigobird]

[Well. She supposes he did, in fact, keep his promise and not move. Hawke snorts as she looks up, watching him doze. It's rather cute, but it's not exactly the safest place to be doing that. While she knows he's built tougher than most, if he falls while asleep he won't have time to react. And going SPLAT on the ground isn't a pleasant wake up call.]

Peeeteerrrrrr. Wakey wakey. [No idea if he'll even hear her, but it's worth trying before she goes and finds a way up there.]

[madeupnames]

[Peter grumbles something loudly that hardly sounds like English.

Then he rolls a little and settles again, the crest of his curly brown hair fluffing in the breeze.

For heck's sake.

But hey, there's a fire escape! How's that?]

[indigobird]

[Siiiigh. It was worth a shot.

Hawke grumbles a little before she hops up on the fire escape, climbing up it and hoping the ancient structure doesn't give way.

After a rather cautious climb to the top, she steps onto the roof with a little sigh of relief. Then again, if the thing collapsed it definitely would have woken up Peter. Ah well. As she comes up to the sleeping teen, she debates how to go about this. Startling him will likely make him fall and that's not ideal.

She settles for looping two fingers in the loops of his pants and yanking him towards her.]

Peter. Up, up.

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[C'mon, Hawke! It's so easy to climb buildings!

Luckily, there appears to be a rooftop door that likely leads to stairs; though it's hard to say if that's even that pleasant a thought, what with Peter being so drunk and all. He blinks blearily up at her, his arms splaying out as he looks around in mild confusion.]

... Miss Hawke...? How'd you get up here...?

[indigobird]

I flew.

[Said with deadpan sarcasm. Something tells her his alcohol-addled mind will take it literally, but oh well.]

Come on, let's get you down from here. You look ready for a bed.