Peter wasn’t much of a sports guy if he was being honest. He sure wasn’t bad at them, but they weren’t his favorite way to pass the time, so the fact that he’d ended up playing volleyball of all things in the grand scheme of this beach party was honestly kind of sad - not a dig at himself, of course, but at everyone else. He was looking for the life of the party to outshine, and there just… wasn’t one. Not that he’d found, at least, and he wasn’t too shabby in the grand scheme of finding fun. His team was doing alright, pretty competitive which meant that Peter was a perfect fit, but he’d been giving the game about 50% until he heard a familiar voice cheering for him somwhere off to the left. “Aye, see! That’s what I’m talking about,” he shouted back, powering up to show off. He went a little harder, dove to save a few more hits from the ground, and when he got bored of the game, he shot Wendy a little look before jumping up just a bit too high and spiking the ball down over the other side of the net. “Alright, that’s me out,” he called back to the court as he jogged over to Wendy, slinging a sweaty arm around her shoulders. “I was wondering when you were gonna show up! What happened?”
Wendy almost gasped aloud when she noticed Peter get a little too high but she didn’t want to draw attention to it and settled with wide eyes and a shake of her head. And then he was over to her and he had an arm around her and she was melting on the inside. She really hated that Peter could do something so risky seconds ago and then just make her not even worry about it because he was close and talking to her.....she really did sound pathetic. And that was just in her head! “We were supposed to go together. At least that was what your last text to me said!” She wasn’t mad though. She didn’t sound mad and she knew she couldn’t be if she wanted to be. “So I was waiting for you. That’s why I’m late. Are you having fun? Enter that swimsuit thing?”