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video. un: p.parker | don't drink and vlog, people
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.]
[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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[ Okay, upside-down Pete. Peter is going to keep looking at him skeptically. ]
Fun as that sounds, maybe don't do that while you're still drunk.
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[He even shoos him as he staggers off into the bathroom. Then closes the door for privacy! You know. It's important. And yet he feels the need to talk to Quill through the door:]
You prob'ly did all kindsa' dumb stuff drunk. I bet. Totally.
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Yeah. Of course I did.
[ Duh. ]
But I usually had, like, a half-dozen guys making sure I didn’t accidentally get myself kidnapped or whatever.
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[Don't make him think like this right now, man.]
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[ Bluntly, simply, in that way that signals he’s done talking about it. It’s a loaded, complicated topic, and he doesn’t like discussing it on the regular, much less to a drunk kid. ]
Don’t think too hard on it. You might hurt yourself.
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I think just fine. I'm a straight-A student person.
[Hiccup.
He wanders back toward the couch with a still wrapped party-sized candy bar hanging out from between his teeth. Then he flops down. And sinks a little, sprawled, as he begins ripping apart this poor innocent candy wrapper.]
I got pizza rolls, f'you wanna make pizza rolls. I fucking—
freaaaking love pizza rolls.
[... But his eyelids are so heavy, he's bound to fall asleep trying to unwrap this candy.]
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[ Flatly again, though there’s a thread of amusement as he watches the kid practically nod off with his candy. ]
I get the feeling you should probably be crawling into bed soon, anyway.
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You hate my couch, m'gonna defend my couch. It's my sleeping couch. Sleeping here.
[His eyes slide shut, but he grumbles as they do:]
... Don't touch my shoes...
[His floppy drunkard feet wiggle where they're perched on the end arm of the couch, as if an added threat in Quill's direction. The candy is partly opened and just sort of hangs in his hands. Tragic.]