[Peter can't help but giggle softly as Roman tilts and wavers, dragging Peter in for what is presumably support. Not that he'd argue either way; he's drunk enough to not care about being in public. Their faces bump, and he's looking at green eyes and then there's a kiss. It sends a shiver down his spine; Roman always makes him react more than he'd like.]
Wouldn't know. And I didn't think you were any good at massages. Bony fingers and all that.
[Now they're in the territory of bullshit and Peter just grins, teasing and maybe a hint more suggestive than he would have otherwise, but, whatever. Alcohol and proximity is a powerful intoxicant.]
no subject
Wouldn't know. And I didn't think you were any good at massages. Bony fingers and all that.
[Now they're in the territory of bullshit and Peter just grins, teasing and maybe a hint more suggestive than he would have otherwise, but, whatever. Alcohol and proximity is a powerful intoxicant.]