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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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Alcohol's making you poetic?

[ it's skeptic and it's humorous but she's rather deal with this than with any level of sentimentality. She can't allow herself any of this nonsense. ]

Come on, I hope you can walk straight.

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[He snorts rather ungracefully. Poetic, sure.]

I can walk straight, yeah! If I fall down you can jus' leave me facedown.

[Was that a joke? He puffs his chest out a little.]

Drunker-Man'll keep you safe, ma'am. One time i'sclusive.

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I have one stop to make on the way but you seem like you could use the walk.

[ and the evening is nice and chilly, isn't it? There's a moment of comfortable silence - honestly, she's not sure how to go about this at all. How did she get herself into this mess? ]

One usually drinks in company, Mr. Parker. May I ask what prompted this one-man-binge?

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[He shrugs, tucking his hands in his pockets and swaying back and forth on his feet.]

... These nice girls offered me free drinks for walkin' em to the bar.

That's all.

[It's really not.

There's a lot more to unpack there, but he's worried that if he even gives an inch, he'll just go right off that cliff and say too much.]

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That would have been incredibly stupid and I'd rather think you're selling me a story rather than thinking you're one to follow a pretty face.

[ it could get one in more trouble than one could imagine, just look at Howard Stark. ]

And so you're feeling much better? about whatever it is that's bothering you?

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[He shrugs again.]

Yes?

... No. Maybe. I dunno.

[The girls being cute and nice definitely helped get him there, though. Peter Parker is not used to being under the attention of pretty gals until recently, and — well, he's definitely bad at peer pressure and talking to them. At any rate, he still has all the same problems, and the drinking didn't exactly do much about that, and he only forgot long enough to get anxious about it all later.]

But... at least issomething I can cross off my bucket list. Getting drunk! All that.

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So now that it is crossed, we could think about dinner. You'd forgive me if I never take you drinking but I do feel like Thai food.

[ and apparently you're coming with, Parker. ]

You like to eat, don't you? Go on, give us a recommendation.

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[His eyes grow wide at the mention of Thai.]

I know a place!

[Oh, he blurted that a little too loudly; he lowers his voice, a finger up.]

I-I know a Thai place. May loves Thai.

[So he sought out anything like Thai in the weeks coming here.]

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Well, you better lead us there, I'm starved and you look like you could eat something after all this liquor.

[ highly likely he'll be sick but at the very least it will take him out of this state. ]

Can I trust you to know your way around?

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Y-yes, ma'am, of course ma'am! Definitely. Ummm.

[He turns in a circle, scouting out the city around this building.

He points with excited certainty.]

This way! I know 'cus this is the street I swung by it when I was rescuing a kid from getting hit by a car on his bike.