"The drink thing typically is for me." Hey, baby, you wanna drink. Wanna join me in my space ship? Let's do the bed sheet boogie.

...

Hey, where was he going?

"Whoa! I didn't say no to the booze, man! Just no to the other thing!" That sex thing, because he just assumed. Just gonna come and join Kirk now, getting right up beside him and put an arm around his back, letting him lean on him a bit if he needs to.

"Besides you can't walk straight as it is." He gets them out of the parking lot and flags down a cab, fucking hovering car, nuts. He missed all that shit not being here.

"He's got the address." Peter points to his new buddy, herding him into the cab. No protests, mister.