[Peter's enthusiasm is contagious; he can't help but grin back, getting into the song. Whatever he might have thought of it if he'd ever heard it without context, it's now forever the sound of home and people he cares about, part of the background noise of the life they've made for themselves. With all the weight of that behind it, how's he supposed to do anything else?
The final few notes wrap up to the sounds of drunken applause and the odd scattered cheer, which does at least suggest they haven't embarrassed themselves too badly. He gives a fond eyeroll and grabs Peter by the arm to tow him back off the stage]
Don't hog the mic, man, everyone else's got some tunes to butcher too [He sets the mic back down in passing and weaves his way through the crowd towards the seats they'd claimed] If we're goin' again, I need some more to drink first.
Thank you! 💗 This week should be a bit less stressful. I hope yours is good too.
[ This was also one of Meredith's favorite songs, and the reason why she included it in the first cassette she left for Peter. Sharing her music with the people Peter loves was a way to keep his mom's spirit alive, but the best memories he has about the song are forever interlinked with the experiences he's lived with his friends. ]
Aw, spoilsport. But you do have a point; we need refreshments.
[ Peter makes a brief hand gesture toward the audience, half a playful salute and half a wave, as they vacate the stage. A couple of the bride-to-be friends wave back, and another one is already leaving her seat to go grab one of the mics and start a new song herself.
The now half-empty bottle of vodka and their two glass shots are still where they left them by the bar, and Peter reaches for it as he takes a seat.]
Now we can cross Karaoke from your bucket list. You're a natural, trust me on this. [ After filling both glasses, Peter slides one towards Rocket and raises his own for a small toast. ] Cheers!
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No worries, take all the time you need <3
The final few notes wrap up to the sounds of drunken applause and the odd scattered cheer, which does at least suggest they haven't embarrassed themselves too badly. He gives a fond eyeroll and grabs Peter by the arm to tow him back off the stage]
Don't hog the mic, man, everyone else's got some tunes to butcher too [He sets the mic back down in passing and weaves his way through the crowd towards the seats they'd claimed] If we're goin' again, I need some more to drink first.
Thank you! 💗 This week should be a bit less stressful. I hope yours is good too.
Aw, spoilsport. But you do have a point; we need refreshments.
[ Peter makes a brief hand gesture toward the audience, half a playful salute and half a wave, as they vacate the stage. A couple of the bride-to-be friends wave back, and another one is already leaving her seat to go grab one of the mics and start a new song herself.
The now half-empty bottle of vodka and their two glass shots are still where they left them by the bar, and Peter reaches for it as he takes a seat.]
Now we can cross Karaoke from your bucket list. You're a natural, trust me on this. [ After filling both glasses, Peter slides one towards Rocket and raises his own for a small toast. ] Cheers!