[ And the correction comes automatically, as Peter surveys the damage done. Most of the folk who fell on their asses or faces are scooping themselves up, cheeks red and eyes downcast. Those who are too drunk to help themselves are being helped by others, which is less for Peter to deal with. Anyone who catches his eye and glares at him accusingly, though, earns a helpless shrug and a sheepish smile in return.
It wouldn’t be the first time he’s had to put on a bashful act and go around making apologies for his super drunk friends. Hell, it was a near weekly occurrence with the Ravagers.
(“I’m so sorry, sir, my buddy here drank way too many Krylorian wine spritzers. You know how it is. Anyway, your nose is totally normal-sized and not bulbous at all, and Oblo really didn’t mean to imply anything about the virtue of your mother. I’m sure she’s a fine, upstanding woman.
“Anyway! Have a great evening.”)
But no one’s storming up to them and demanding explanations or apologies, and Peter breathes a sigh of relief. He releases Rocket, reflexively holding up his hand as a show of good faith. ]
Do not puke on me.
[ If Rocket’s making demands, then so can Peter. Obviously. He turns, nodding toward the refreshments table. ]
no subject
[ And the correction comes automatically, as Peter surveys the damage done. Most of the folk who fell on their asses or faces are scooping themselves up, cheeks red and eyes downcast. Those who are too drunk to help themselves are being helped by others, which is less for Peter to deal with. Anyone who catches his eye and glares at him accusingly, though, earns a helpless shrug and a sheepish smile in return.
It wouldn’t be the first time he’s had to put on a bashful act and go around making apologies for his super drunk friends. Hell, it was a near weekly occurrence with the Ravagers.
(“I’m so sorry, sir, my buddy here drank way too many Krylorian wine spritzers. You know how it is. Anyway, your nose is totally normal-sized and not bulbous at all, and Oblo really didn’t mean to imply anything about the virtue of your mother. I’m sure she’s a fine, upstanding woman.
“Anyway! Have a great evening.”)
But no one’s storming up to them and demanding explanations or apologies, and Peter breathes a sigh of relief. He releases Rocket, reflexively holding up his hand as a show of good faith. ]
Do not puke on me.
[ If Rocket’s making demands, then so can Peter. Obviously. He turns, nodding toward the refreshments table. ]
C’mon, Twinkle-Toes. Let’s get you some water.