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[groupiedrifter]

[Newt gasps softly, looking at the women with raised eyebrows.

They all just giggle behind very pretty hands. Did Newt mention their hands are pretty? He could look at and hold their dainty, nicely painted hands for hours, a-thank-you. But it was not meant to be this moment, as the woman in front of their small huddle smiles apologetically. "We're working, unfortunately. But — if you need us later..."

She steps closer, pulling a pen from somewhere Newt assumes is magic, so that she can pull back Newt's sleeve and write down an address. "I'd be more than happy to spend an enjoyable night with you boys." Another girl, plucky and with hair that must've taken hours to style, giggles and writes a phone number on Peter's hand, too, adding: "If either of you get lonely!" in a squeaky little voice; she's, like, shorter than Newton somehow.

As they dispel into the night with confidence even Newton envies, he whirls Peter around to walk with him, the other man's arm still slung over his shoulder.]

They were all so cute! Augh, there's not enough time in the day to smooch all the fucking cute people I run into in my life. Hey, heeey, Peter! You wanna get you something to drink? I feel like we're on uneven ground here! I'll buy it, I still got cash — m'so loaded from my music gigs, dude, I feel like Scarface without the cocaine and guns and shitty personality-

[Yeah, Pete, you best drink. Get on his level.

So they can trip over their own feet more, instead of Newt being the sole foot-tripper.]

[spacedisaster]

[ Everything about them is pretty, yes, they need to look their best to do their jobs after all. Peter respects the profession, and even if he doesn't plan on contacting them for a private party, he smiles and gives a nod, letting the girl with the interesting hairstyle scribble in his hand. She also adds a small little heart and a winky face, which is frankly adorable. ]

We'll keep it in mind, it would be our pleasure. [ Time is money and kind people are rare, so before they leave, Peter reaches out for her and plants a small kiss on the back of her hand. He also uses the gesture to give her a folded amount of cash. ] A small token of gratitude, for looking after my friend, ladies.

[ After that, he watches them go no short of amusement in his eyes, when Newt gets his attention again. ]

They were, yep. We might still stay in their city for a few weeks, I'm sure you'll find the time to smooch all the cute people to your heart content, Newt. Maybe when you are sober, even. Imagine remembering it the next day? Always a plus. Goddess, Scarface...I haven't heard about that movie in forever. You're officially my favorite.

[ Not a lot of people talk about movies from Earth, let alone movies from the 80s'. Back then Peter was too young to watch that movie, but he heard about it. And young Al Pacino was boss. Peter pats Newt's shoulder and starts walking them both in the direction of the food vendor. ]

I see, you want to be my sugar daddy for the night, uh? I'll drink, but first, you owe me some fries. [ He wants to put at least some food in Newt's stomach, so he's not drinking on an empty one. And then they can get wasted. There are no flaws in this plan, no sir. ]

[groupiedrifter]

Byyyyeeee laaaaadies!

[He wags his hand in an uncoordinated but absolutely eager way, using Peter as a bit of a post to lean on as he stumbles along with his pal. He blows a few sloppy kisses their direction before they finally are far enough that he feels satisfied by his performance, and then turns back to Peter with a bright smile and pink cheeks.]

Your sugar daddy? My man, I'll totally be your sugar daddy.

[He still has plenty of cash on him; more than he's had in yeaaars, not since he worked at MIT and made a crazy good salary. The (near) end of the world seriously cramped his wallet's style for sure. He hooks his arm around Peter's, but he seems more amused than actually serious about anything right now. Also, yanno, drunk as a skunk. He ramble-slurs:]

I'm so hungry. All that dancing and socializing. This place is kinda great; I know s'gonna be crappy later, but wooo, I'm having a great time, dude. S'great! You're great. I cannot wait to eat some greasy food.

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[ Peter can hear them laughing and giggling as they leave, some of the girls waving bye to Newt. In a way, it's comforting to know that drunk people and party people are the same everywhere, no matter the galaxy, the species, or the universe. The Guardian seems to have very little trouble moving with most of Newt's weight on him as they walk towards the food truck. ]

Keep that up and I might not say no. [ Peter winks at Newt. ] The way to a man's heart is through their stomach, it's a universal truth.

[ Once they reach the food truck, he flashes a particular charming smile to the vendor, who is looking at them dubiously, and order two large fries and a couple of burgers - or whatever passes for that kind of food on this planet. The man obliges and Peter tries to maneuver Newt's body to sit on the high stools nearby. ]

We will worry about the hangover tomorrow, it's something that cant' be fixed now. I prefer to live in the present, making long-term plans has never gone well for me. [ BUT let's not dwell on that now, Peter wanted to have some fun. ] Yo, Newt, what are your thoughts about Karaoke?