Peter and Harry at Shinobi's Party
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om_mainPete saw Harry get slapped too. After explanations, Harry invites Peter for a little debauchery on the town.
Once he finished making his martini, he left Alice at the bar and went straight for Peter, who was looking at him like he knew. Harry's cheek had gone back to its usual pale, though, and he was smirking, obviously pleased with himself after whatever he'd been saying to Alice. "I am guessing," Harry said to his best friend, "that you saw me get slapped about five minutes ago?"
“Are you saying there’s a possibility I couldn’t have noticed that?” Peter asked with a laugh. “Everyone saw. I think I even saw the marmoset wince.” He put a hand under Harry’s chin, turning his head to give himself a better look at his cheek. “How’s your face?”
"Hopefully still delicately pretty as ever," Harry said with a grimace and a self-deprecating snort, letting Peter adjust him without complaint. "She didn't do any damage, just a little well-deserved sting."
“Oh, yeah, you are. Like fine china,” Peter replied with a fond roll of his eyes, releasing Harry’s chin. “Do I dare ask what happened?” There was laughter in his voice as he said it. “She looked maaaad at you.”
Harry smirked and swatted good-naturedly at the hand that had just let his face go. "Hey, you can't live this fast and look this good and not incur some wrath. Especially when the fast part was me escaping in the middle of the night..." The smirk turned into a 'yeah, I suck, I know' face.
Peter winced, “Oh, man, Harry.” He didn’t need to say how not cool that was; it was obvious Harry was already well aware. “What happened?”
"The standard evening," Harry admitted with a slight shrug, though his expression still betrayed that he knew damn well it made him look shitty. Sure, he'd just spun it to Alice, but Peter was... Peter. And while Harry saw no cause to lie to him, he still didn't particularly want to make Pete think badly of him. "We met. We danced. We went to bed.
"If I'd known it'd upset her, I wouldn't have gone there. I don't do complicated. But I didn't know, so I did, and... well. At least Alice isn't pissed?"
Peter’s mouth twisted with a frown, “At least you had a chance to apologize now.” He knew Harry wouldn’t have hurt her deliberately.
"For all the good it'll do," Harry said with a soft, self-deprecating chuckle. He took a sip and threw his arm around Peter, steering him towards a window for the stellar view. "Anyhow, my nights of going out alone are ended. Now I can drag you with me."
Peter chuckled, letting Harry lead him around, “That’s exactly why I came to the school actually. To be your escort.” They stopped in front of a window, the view looking out on the city lit up against the backdrop of an inky black sky.
A faint smile came to Harry's lips as he took in the view--though whether it was from that or Peter, he wouldn't like to examine too closely. "Lately when we do anything it's always like this though--a million people everywhere. We should just go out, you and me."
Leaning against Harry, Peter smiled, still staring out the window, his eyes on the city, “I’d like that. What would you want to do?”
"Get monstrously drunk and dance like ridiculous white boys?" Harry suggested with a laugh.
“Oh, so, your typical Friday night?” Peter teased, laughter in his voice. “Well, if it’s dancing like a ridiculous white boy you want, you’ve picked the right white boy for the job.” He bit his bottom lip and shimmied his hips, fisted hands at shoulder level, as if illustrating his ridiculous white boy moves.
Harry eyed Pete up and down with intense mock-seriousness. "Jesus, Pete. We're gonna need a lot to drink..." He grinned.
Peter bumped his hips against Harry’s, eyebrows knit as he joked, “And risk ruining these moves?” He nodded, his seriousness mirroring Harry’s own. “Yeah. Yeah, you’re probably right.” He laughed.
With a laugh and a clap on Peter's shoulder, Harry said, "Leave it all to me.
"I've got a suite at the Plaza this weekend--wanna just crash there tonight, then go party tomorrow?"
“Sure!” Peter agreed enthusiastically. “We can head there after--Oh, crap. I don’t have any clothes with me.”
Harry waved it off. "We'll send for some. Or get new ones."
“Oh.” Peter grinned. “Okay! Um, so after the party then? We’ll meet...somewhere?”
"I'm takin' you home, Parker." Harry waggled his eyebrows. "If you need to pass out before I'm ready to go, I'll track you down, and vice versa, okay?"
Peter saluted, “Yes, sir.” He grinned at Harry.
Once he finished making his martini, he left Alice at the bar and went straight for Peter, who was looking at him like he knew. Harry's cheek had gone back to its usual pale, though, and he was smirking, obviously pleased with himself after whatever he'd been saying to Alice. "I am guessing," Harry said to his best friend, "that you saw me get slapped about five minutes ago?"
“Are you saying there’s a possibility I couldn’t have noticed that?” Peter asked with a laugh. “Everyone saw. I think I even saw the marmoset wince.” He put a hand under Harry’s chin, turning his head to give himself a better look at his cheek. “How’s your face?”
"Hopefully still delicately pretty as ever," Harry said with a grimace and a self-deprecating snort, letting Peter adjust him without complaint. "She didn't do any damage, just a little well-deserved sting."
“Oh, yeah, you are. Like fine china,” Peter replied with a fond roll of his eyes, releasing Harry’s chin. “Do I dare ask what happened?” There was laughter in his voice as he said it. “She looked maaaad at you.”
Harry smirked and swatted good-naturedly at the hand that had just let his face go. "Hey, you can't live this fast and look this good and not incur some wrath. Especially when the fast part was me escaping in the middle of the night..." The smirk turned into a 'yeah, I suck, I know' face.
Peter winced, “Oh, man, Harry.” He didn’t need to say how not cool that was; it was obvious Harry was already well aware. “What happened?”
"The standard evening," Harry admitted with a slight shrug, though his expression still betrayed that he knew damn well it made him look shitty. Sure, he'd just spun it to Alice, but Peter was... Peter. And while Harry saw no cause to lie to him, he still didn't particularly want to make Pete think badly of him. "We met. We danced. We went to bed.
"If I'd known it'd upset her, I wouldn't have gone there. I don't do complicated. But I didn't know, so I did, and... well. At least Alice isn't pissed?"
Peter’s mouth twisted with a frown, “At least you had a chance to apologize now.” He knew Harry wouldn’t have hurt her deliberately.
"For all the good it'll do," Harry said with a soft, self-deprecating chuckle. He took a sip and threw his arm around Peter, steering him towards a window for the stellar view. "Anyhow, my nights of going out alone are ended. Now I can drag you with me."
Peter chuckled, letting Harry lead him around, “That’s exactly why I came to the school actually. To be your escort.” They stopped in front of a window, the view looking out on the city lit up against the backdrop of an inky black sky.
A faint smile came to Harry's lips as he took in the view--though whether it was from that or Peter, he wouldn't like to examine too closely. "Lately when we do anything it's always like this though--a million people everywhere. We should just go out, you and me."
Leaning against Harry, Peter smiled, still staring out the window, his eyes on the city, “I’d like that. What would you want to do?”
"Get monstrously drunk and dance like ridiculous white boys?" Harry suggested with a laugh.
“Oh, so, your typical Friday night?” Peter teased, laughter in his voice. “Well, if it’s dancing like a ridiculous white boy you want, you’ve picked the right white boy for the job.” He bit his bottom lip and shimmied his hips, fisted hands at shoulder level, as if illustrating his ridiculous white boy moves.
Harry eyed Pete up and down with intense mock-seriousness. "Jesus, Pete. We're gonna need a lot to drink..." He grinned.
Peter bumped his hips against Harry’s, eyebrows knit as he joked, “And risk ruining these moves?” He nodded, his seriousness mirroring Harry’s own. “Yeah. Yeah, you’re probably right.” He laughed.
With a laugh and a clap on Peter's shoulder, Harry said, "Leave it all to me.
"I've got a suite at the Plaza this weekend--wanna just crash there tonight, then go party tomorrow?"
“Sure!” Peter agreed enthusiastically. “We can head there after--Oh, crap. I don’t have any clothes with me.”
Harry waved it off. "We'll send for some. Or get new ones."
“Oh.” Peter grinned. “Okay! Um, so after the party then? We’ll meet...somewhere?”
"I'm takin' you home, Parker." Harry waggled his eyebrows. "If you need to pass out before I'm ready to go, I'll track you down, and vice versa, okay?"
Peter saluted, “Yes, sir.” He grinned at Harry.
