"Hopefully not too far from you--ow, hey my foot...yeah you too, buddy." He paused the conversation with Rory to exchange insults with another guy shoving his way through the masses. "Sorry, just thought this was the faster way to find you guys since it's packed in--ugh. I'm by the bar. Behind the world's largest pair of gold lamé pants you have ever seen." Peter winced as he described the patron currently obscuring his view of...well, everything.

Despite this, he sounded as upbeat as he could while yelling into his phone.