[ He deadpans, ] My hero. [ Before leading them back into the club.
Goto's hand is warm in his, and if he wasn't so good at compartmentalizing, it might have driven him to distraction. As it is, he wastes an entire second thinking simply, Oh, before he spurs himself into motion.
The bar is a different animal than the terrace, and Peter waits at the door to let his eyes adjust to the dim lighting. The music's bass pulses through the floor, the scent of alcohol heavy in the air, and Peter guides the two of them to the bar once again. It takes some doing, given the throng of people inside, many of whom are three sheets to the wind and dancing wildly. Once or twice, Peter's forced to pull Kasumi close to his side as some turian or salarian flails around, vaguely in time with the music. He grinned apologetically each time.
He pulls them up to a spot at the bar and catches a bartender's attention. Once the two of them have ordered their drinks, Peter pauses, lips pursed, then, raising his voice to be heard over the cacophony, ]
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Goto's hand is warm in his, and if he wasn't so good at compartmentalizing, it might have driven him to distraction. As it is, he wastes an entire second thinking simply, Oh, before he spurs himself into motion.
The bar is a different animal than the terrace, and Peter waits at the door to let his eyes adjust to the dim lighting. The music's bass pulses through the floor, the scent of alcohol heavy in the air, and Peter guides the two of them to the bar once again. It takes some doing, given the throng of people inside, many of whom are three sheets to the wind and dancing wildly. Once or twice, Peter's forced to pull Kasumi close to his side as some turian or salarian flails around, vaguely in time with the music. He grinned apologetically each time.
He pulls them up to a spot at the bar and catches a bartender's attention. Once the two of them have ordered their drinks, Peter pauses, lips pursed, then, raising his voice to be heard over the cacophony, ]
This place kinda stinks, huh?