peter ❝ makes best life decisions ❞ parker (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
webshooter) wrote2017-04-25 10:26 am
webshooter) wrote2017-04-25 10:26 am
( open rp )
what it says on the tin ▲ meme continuations ▲ leave me shit
what it says on the tin ▲ meme continuations ▲ leave me shit
[ from here ]
[ Peter manages to flip onto the car speeding at him at the last minute and hangs on for a bit before having to take off, bullets being fired through the roof. He goes after the car and tries to tie it up with his webbing, attempting to stop the damn thing. He manages to stop the car but the guys in it leave it before he can stop them.
Following after them next is the only logical thing to do. ]
[ Peter manages to flip onto the car speeding at him at the last minute and hangs on for a bit before having to take off, bullets being fired through the roof. He goes after the car and tries to tie it up with his webbing, attempting to stop the damn thing. He manages to stop the car but the guys in it leave it before he can stop them.
Following after them next is the only logical thing to do. ]
[Tires squeal and it's a wreck of noise. Matt is steps behind. It seems like he's at a disadvantage until the criminals are charging right his way. Billy club in hand, he charges. It doesn't matter to him if they have guns.]
[ Peter joins Matt only seconds afterward, jumping into the fray and taking one of the guys out of the fight. Peter crushes his gun and webs him to the wall. When it looks like one of them might shoot Matt, he's quick to clog it up with more webbing. ]
[Another pair of hands and feet is welcomed. Not necessary though, the crooks are relying too much on the heat they are packing. Finally, finally it comes to swings. Matt's got them where he wants them.]
There you are.
[As he flings the now useless, web clogged gun away. It's like he isn't even aware that he was in any danger.]
There you are.
[As he flings the now useless, web clogged gun away. It's like he isn't even aware that he was in any danger.]
[ It wasn't his first time coming to a club like this. There were quite a few in Queens if someone knew where to look. But he had never tried to pick anyone up. He just kinda... watched. Got a drink and stuck to himself. He had had a few older men send him drinks and flirt with him but he would always get so tongue-tied. He wouldn't know what to do or say so he just embarrassed himself until they walked away. Sometimes rolling their eyes and other times laughing at him.
Peter honestly did know why he kept going other than the fact he knew he felt... better being there. He felt so awkward around girls and had even less of an idea what to do around them.
He was wondering if he should even keep bothering when, on that same night, Peter saw him as he walked in with a few other guys. They were laughing and shoving each other around, going right for the bar. Someone near him said "Italians" and Peter couldn't keep himself from staring at one in particular. There was just something about the way he smiled...
But then his eyes met Peter's and Peter immediately looked away, wanting to slide down in his seat and hide under the table. Good job, Parker. ]
Peter honestly did know why he kept going other than the fact he knew he felt... better being there. He felt so awkward around girls and had even less of an idea what to do around them.
He was wondering if he should even keep bothering when, on that same night, Peter saw him as he walked in with a few other guys. They were laughing and shoving each other around, going right for the bar. Someone near him said "Italians" and Peter couldn't keep himself from staring at one in particular. There was just something about the way he smiled...
But then his eyes met Peter's and Peter immediately looked away, wanting to slide down in his seat and hide under the table. Good job, Parker. ]
[Go out, his friend said. It'd be a good time, he said. Well. Here he is. And nerves are coming out in smiles and laughs. And every time he starts to feel apprehensive, there's another drink in his hand. Frank is feeling good, insanely good tonight. Who would have guessed there'd be places like this? The city was much, much better than the farm.
Young, Italian and out on his own. And here surrounded by others who share the love that they dare not speak of in polite company. The shirt he owns is pressed. His hair is slicked back and his face is shaven. No dames here to get the wrong idea. Frank scans the room. A pair of bright eyes meet his. The look away was not taken as a negative signal. He's trying to move is way closer.]
Young, Italian and out on his own. And here surrounded by others who share the love that they dare not speak of in polite company. The shirt he owns is pressed. His hair is slicked back and his face is shaven. No dames here to get the wrong idea. Frank scans the room. A pair of bright eyes meet his. The look away was not taken as a negative signal. He's trying to move is way closer.]
[ Peter glances over again and immediately regrets it. Oh fuck. He's coming over. He slouches down some in his seat before picking up his drink and scooting back up. He's chugging it like he never has before and voices near him are snickering.
"Oh, the little lamb is nervous."
He sets his glass down, empty now and wishing he could say a few Hail Marys but he remembers he doesn't even know how to do that. Shit. ]
"Oh, the little lamb is nervous."
He sets his glass down, empty now and wishing he could say a few Hail Marys but he remembers he doesn't even know how to do that. Shit. ]
Edited 2017-10-19 06:57 (UTC)
[Look alive Bright Eyes. The glass isn't the only thing that's empty. Frank settles in the seat next to him. He's larger. Body hardened from hard labor. Not exactly what you'd find on the daily in Queens. The gaffaws and whispers are still going. Mario comes around and barrels his way to be a distraction.
"Let the guy up to bat on his own without the peanut gallery. Mind your own business you vultures." He gives gives his pal a hard thump on the shoulder before stepping back. The coast is clear.]
What're you drinking there?
"Let the guy up to bat on his own without the peanut gallery. Mind your own business you vultures." He gives gives his pal a hard thump on the shoulder before stepping back. The coast is clear.]
What're you drinking there?
[ Peter feels his cheeks flush at the scene, swallowing hard as the guy was definitely bigger up close. He glances at Mario, both embarrassed and grateful. He looks back to Frank and then his glass before giving a shrug, ]
Rum and coke. Not really a fan of the beer.
Rum and coke. Not really a fan of the beer.
[Mario gives him a wink and a nod. No matter how the night goes, he wants Frank to have his chance. This secret hole in the wall was not easy to find. Gotta make it worth it.]
Coke's good all by itself. Never thought to put rum with it. I've been a beer guy all my life but uh...
[He gives a lopsided smile and takes a sip from his own glass.]
I'm trying things. Things I should have a long time ago. If it feels right, it feels right.
[While they're two strangers talking about drinks his dark eyes keep on looking over Peter. There's a different subject here.]
Coke's good all by itself. Never thought to put rum with it. I've been a beer guy all my life but uh...
[He gives a lopsided smile and takes a sip from his own glass.]
I'm trying things. Things I should have a long time ago. If it feels right, it feels right.
[While they're two strangers talking about drinks his dark eyes keep on looking over Peter. There's a different subject here.]
[ The smile is enough to tug Peter's lips up into one of his own before he ducks his head, nodding. ]
It's worth trying, yeah.
[ He then looks back up at Frank, his fingers nervously rubbing at the sides of his glass, trying to ignore whatever eyes he can feel on them. ]
This is your first time here? I don't remember seeing you around before.
It's worth trying, yeah.
[ He then looks back up at Frank, his fingers nervously rubbing at the sides of his glass, trying to ignore whatever eyes he can feel on them. ]
This is your first time here? I don't remember seeing you around before.
[His heart makes a leap in his chest. This would have never, ever happened at the corner pub. And this is so much better than making eyes at the ranch hand that would rather sling horse shit than dignify anything attention Frank was trying to give.]
Any chance I can take a sip?
[One of his hands leaves the glass to angle toward Peter's.]
Yeah. I moved to the city a bit ago. Trying to see where it's gonna take me. I've never been some place like this
[There's no shame in admitting that.]
Any chance I can take a sip?
[One of his hands leaves the glass to angle toward Peter's.]
Yeah. I moved to the city a bit ago. Trying to see where it's gonna take me. I've never been some place like this
[There's no shame in admitting that.]
[ And Peter never thought a guy like this would want anything to do with him. It's a night of small miracles. ]
Sure. Not much left, though.
[ But he nudges the glass toward Frank and lets him have what's left in the glass. ]
I grew up in this city and it still took me years to find this place.
Sure. Not much left, though.
[ But he nudges the glass toward Frank and lets him have what's left in the glass. ]
I grew up in this city and it still took me years to find this place.
Edited 2017-10-19 07:54 (UTC)
I'll still save some for you.
[The sentiment is polite, the delivery is coy and tactful. Frank takes Peter's drink and lifts it up like it's a toast before taking a sip.]
So you like the sweet stuff.
[A little taste and he licks his bottom lip and immediately rubs his mouth aware of how suggestive it is. Well. That kind of thing is okay here though. Right? That's why he came around.]
You come here alone? Or--?
[The sentiment is polite, the delivery is coy and tactful. Frank takes Peter's drink and lifts it up like it's a toast before taking a sip.]
So you like the sweet stuff.
[A little taste and he licks his bottom lip and immediately rubs his mouth aware of how suggestive it is. Well. That kind of thing is okay here though. Right? That's why he came around.]
You come here alone? Or--?
[ He ducks his head again at that, feeling heat in his face go all the way up to his ears. ]
Goes down easier, yeah.
[ At the question he's shaking his head, breathing out a small if tired laugh at himself. ]
I barely talk to anyone, to be honest. Everyone around here... makes it seem so easy.
[ To the point where he trips himself up constantly. ]
Goes down easier, yeah.
[ At the question he's shaking his head, breathing out a small if tired laugh at himself. ]
I barely talk to anyone, to be honest. Everyone around here... makes it seem so easy.
[ To the point where he trips himself up constantly. ]
[Frank smiles wide in a way he has never ever allowed himself to before.]
I can see the appeal.
[He takes another drink from his own glass once more. It's bitter.]
Oh Yeah? ...am I making this too easy?
[Frank shifts and casts a glance around the small, small bar.]
I don't have a goddamn clue what's what but I like your face and got the feeling you're okay with mine.
I can see the appeal.
[He takes another drink from his own glass once more. It's bitter.]
Oh Yeah? ...am I making this too easy?
[Frank shifts and casts a glance around the small, small bar.]
I don't have a goddamn clue what's what but I like your face and got the feeling you're okay with mine.
[ For the first time, Peter allows himself to grin wide in this place. He's never had much cause to before now. But there really was something about Frank that made him a lot easier to talk to than all the others before him.
He nods, cheeks still hot but not able to stop grinning, ]
More than okay, actually.
He nods, cheeks still hot but not able to stop grinning, ]
More than okay, actually.
[His dark eyes go a little starry seeing the expression lighten in Peter. Enough so he's got to look away and try to gather himself. Used to being contained, subdued.]
Do you uh dance? They dance in here don't they?
[Or try to. There's a severely limited space.]
Do you uh dance? They dance in here don't they?
[Or try to. There's a severely limited space.]
[ In a way. Though grinding isn't something Peter thinks he could do in front of other people. He shakes his head pretty quickly. ]
Um, no. I'm... not very good at it.
Um, no. I'm... not very good at it.
No? [The way he's built, Frank can easily imagine he's agile. Fast. And again he's catching his thoughts going places that usually would have to be contained and quickly.] Maybe you need a little practice.
[With who? And when? Well, one thing at a time.]
I'm going to get a rum and coke. Want another? I'm gonna be here awhile.
[With who? And when? Well, one thing at a time.]
I'm going to get a rum and coke. Want another? I'm gonna be here awhile.
[ His cheeks go warm again and he tries not to let his own thoughts go down the gutter at hearing that. He's not all that experienced with much when it comes to other men so it's not hard to feel like he's in over his head with this.
But at the offer for another drink, he nods, ]
Yeah, sure! Thank you.
But at the offer for another drink, he nods, ]
Yeah, sure! Thank you.
[Frank grins wide and stands. He gives Peter a pat on the shoulder and pulls back to speak to the bartender. While he's up, while he's got Peter's attention Mario comes to his other side.]
Hey fella. Be good to my friend, Frank. He ain't ever done this before. And it's okay if he's not your type. Let him have a few moments of your time.
[Because Mario has picked up on the peanut gallery's opinion of Peter. Picky. Looking for Mr. Right. Or at least that's what they've gathered from his stint at the barstool.]
Hey fella. Be good to my friend, Frank. He ain't ever done this before. And it's okay if he's not your type. Let him have a few moments of your time.
[Because Mario has picked up on the peanut gallery's opinion of Peter. Picky. Looking for Mr. Right. Or at least that's what they've gathered from his stint at the barstool.]
[ There's that grin again. Peter can't help grinning himself in return. Even when he's unbalanced slightly by the pat to his shoulder. He watches Frank go up to the bar, only looking away when Mario starts talking to him.
He looks back over to Frank's back and nods. ]
Okay. I mean, I like him...
[ And he does. He's just nervous because this is the longest he's gone on talking to another guy without messing it up in some way. His fingers are distractedly pulling and hooking on one another as he shrugs, nothing else to pick at but the table. ]
I'm just... not very good at this.
[ He breathes out a laugh, both out of nervousness and out of frustration at his own stupid shyness. ]
He looks back over to Frank's back and nods. ]
Okay. I mean, I like him...
[ And he does. He's just nervous because this is the longest he's gone on talking to another guy without messing it up in some way. His fingers are distractedly pulling and hooking on one another as he shrugs, nothing else to pick at but the table. ]
I'm just... not very good at this.
[ He breathes out a laugh, both out of nervousness and out of frustration at his own stupid shyness. ]
[Frank leans at the bar, not aware of what's happening at a distance. He does spare a look, just to make sure Peter is still there. Mario holds up a hand and grins.]
He's my best friend. I'm bias when I say he's a great person.
[If Mario were any more straight, he'd be a ruler. But he's an excellent friend. And the place is welcoming. God only knows Frank has played this role for him a million times.]
...you kids play nice, okay? If you're done, let him down easy like.
[Here comes the rum and cokes.]
He's my best friend. I'm bias when I say he's a great person.
[If Mario were any more straight, he'd be a ruler. But he's an excellent friend. And the place is welcoming. God only knows Frank has played this role for him a million times.]
...you kids play nice, okay? If you're done, let him down easy like.
[Here comes the rum and cokes.]
[ It makes Peter smile at Mario, the fact he cares so much about his friend. ]
He's very lucky to have a friend like you.
[ But he nods at the request, not even sure if the night will go in that direction. It's usually him that's being let down. But he looks to Frank when he comes back over and his smile widens. Peter doesn't know him but he seems really nice... ]
He's very lucky to have a friend like you.
[ But he nods at the request, not even sure if the night will go in that direction. It's usually him that's being let down. But he looks to Frank when he comes back over and his smile widens. Peter doesn't know him but he seems really nice... ]
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