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It was a miracle that James hadnât spotted Peter beside him at the bar but honestly, he was semi too drunk to notice him and semi too focused on getting the attention of the bartender â which somehow worked when he winked at him and a drink was placed in front of him. It was only when somebody took the drink from in front of his face that he gasped and then pouted in the direction of the person, only realising that it was Peter. âWell fuck, I really thought that flirting with him was working. Guess I was wrong. Unless you were nice enough to let me have the drink I attempted to flirt for.â He fluttered his eyelashes at Peter and grinned.
eye rolls were peterâs natural response to james. he shouldnât have been surprised by the fact he was here, peter always ended up running into james at any gathering of more than ten people. he rested his arm on the bar as he shifted his weight, â poor chap. suddenly i see why he was in a such a rush to get out of this end so quickly. â peter responded, sarcasm oozing from his voice. yet, he raised his eyebrows playfully as he continued to look in jamesâ direction â a rare event. â I donât know where you got the impression iâm a nice person, reynolds. â peter continued to tease as he lifted the glass to his lips, taking a long, drawn out sip.












