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IDEK What This Is AU
Earth wasn't how he remembered it.
It had been a while since he'd been back, but even then, it sure seemed a lot more. Flashy and newfangled. He'd only been back cause of a few possible job leads and he was strapped for money at the moment, so he'd take anything he could get his hands on. Or hell, any leads to things he could possibly swipe to sell would be good too.
Of course when he'd gone to the bar in the city he'd docked at, Peter hadn't expected someone else to swipe something off him. Trying to get back his wallet from a few no name thugs ends up not going his way, hefted up by the collar of his pretty awesome red coat, he'll get chucked into a nearby table, sweeping it clear of any drinks.
Landing on the other side of said table, Peter swears, getting up and getting a pin point on the assholes who'd thought it would be cool to start a fight.
"HEY! Turd gobbler!" He shouts, "Yeah you! Give me back my wallet!" Don't mind if he just walks up onto the table and back over it, as one of the guys comes at him. Swing and a miss as Peter ducks and punches the dude right in the junk... and yoinks his wallet out of the guy's pant pocket and stuffs it into his coat.
"Thanks pal. Put some ice on that and take a break, alright?" And with a smile he'll turn to leave, until he's punched square in the face and falls back into someone. Perhaps a someone who'd been sitting at the table initially?
It had been a while since he'd been back, but even then, it sure seemed a lot more. Flashy and newfangled. He'd only been back cause of a few possible job leads and he was strapped for money at the moment, so he'd take anything he could get his hands on. Or hell, any leads to things he could possibly swipe to sell would be good too.
Of course when he'd gone to the bar in the city he'd docked at, Peter hadn't expected someone else to swipe something off him. Trying to get back his wallet from a few no name thugs ends up not going his way, hefted up by the collar of his pretty awesome red coat, he'll get chucked into a nearby table, sweeping it clear of any drinks.
Landing on the other side of said table, Peter swears, getting up and getting a pin point on the assholes who'd thought it would be cool to start a fight.
"HEY! Turd gobbler!" He shouts, "Yeah you! Give me back my wallet!" Don't mind if he just walks up onto the table and back over it, as one of the guys comes at him. Swing and a miss as Peter ducks and punches the dude right in the junk... and yoinks his wallet out of the guy's pant pocket and stuffs it into his coat.
"Thanks pal. Put some ice on that and take a break, alright?" And with a smile he'll turn to leave, until he's punched square in the face and falls back into someone. Perhaps a someone who'd been sitting at the table initially?
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Smirking, "I bet." He doesn't bother making a distinction for which statement he's referring to.
He gives Peter a once over before deciding why the hell not, "Roommate's got a new bottle of whiskey." After the night he had had, girls gone (so much for that threesome), was stuck outside with this guy and no drink, Bones' wrath didn't seem like anything to worry about at this phase.
"Also got first aid kit if you want to fix up that nose."
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At the mention of whiskey and fixing up his smashed in nose, he'll give a look to the guy with the raw beef face... and squint at him. Was this dude cruising him? Because he knows he's good looking okay, even bleeding from his nose, but women were kind of his thing.
"I'm flattered, dude, and you're... okay looking, for a guy with a face that's smashed to hell--"
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"Oh, how will I ever survive such harsh rejection."
He then levels Peter with a flat look, "Didn't know offering a drink and another means of medical care outside of a hospital was now being equated with "I wanna bang". And I'm pretty good at knowing all the different ways of saying that..." He's kind of an expert.
But then he shrugs and pushes himself off the car, "But hey. Whatever." He gives a distracted sort of wave as he's trying to spot the way out of the parking lot, taking a few unsteady steps as he's going, "Try not to get kicked out of another bar."
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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.
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He makes a face, "I can walk just fine." Followed by, "You're paying for this ride since you got your wallet back."
He's sprawling out in the backseat with a groan, thigh pressing against Peter's as he gives the address. As the car drives on, "I got a roommate. We need to be quiet because he's really fuckin' crabby if you wake him up."
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"Yeah fine. It might slightly be my fault you got your head bashed in. I guess I can cough up a few units." His eyes wander to the thigh pressed to his. Warm and inviting... Peter, now is not the time to think about feeling someone up. Not when you're both hurt and miserable.
Actually maybe it's THE BEST time. Distract from the pain and all. He could just slide his gloved hand right along the inside of Kirk's thigh, rubbing, groping, sliiiding upwards... wait whoa. Um. Stop staring intently at said dude's thigh/dick region while pondering this course of action, Peter. Just gonna awkwardly clear his throat and look out the window.
"Yeah yeah, quiet."
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He doesn't make the mistake of snorting again, just makes a different rude noise at "slightly" and leans against Peter a little more without realizing it, "Much obliged, rocket boots." He doesn't even notice Peter looking at his lower regions.
Although he wouldn't blame him for it. He knows he looks good.
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"You didn't have to start throwing punches, man. I had shit under control." As for the other guy leaning against him more, well. He knows he's comfy, no shame in admitting it. Good pillow, that's him.
"Though hell, I've got my own ship. We don't need to be quiet there." Is that a come on? If Kirk were a sexy thing with some tits, totally, right now he's still not even sure if it's a come on. He's just saying. There is no need to go back to a place with a quiet rule set in place. Lame.
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"Yeah, whatever. I only helped you from getting jumped from behind but if you wanna look at it like--" But then he's distracted by that latter comment. Because it really did sound like a come on.
He turns his head to glance at Peter, grinning, "You askin' me to come on your ship?"
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"I'm informing you of a better option." Totally not hitting on you. Don't get cocky.
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"Oh, so you're an informant now?"
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"Hey, I just know where the party could keep rockin'. But if you want a boring party..."