Peter nodded, smiled murmured greetings of his own as he took the empty seat, giving Sascha a playful look as he casually pointed to the dance floor. Later? Oh, yeah, he planned to dance and have fun here.
He scanned the table to see what everyone else was drinking and arched an eyebrow at Rory's glass of dark beer. So much for not drinking--then again Peter had seen Pippa's latest blogging efforts and couldn't fault the man sitting on his right.
"Ah...sure. An Old Fashioned. Don't put the fruit in it." He didn't like beer, was more of a wine drinker, and decided this was a comprise taking the mixed drink route. With his order given, Peter let himself slouch in his chair a bit before leaning forward and resting his elbows on the table, one hand cupping his chin as he looked at Rory. "So, in other words, half the clubs in Manhattan...right?"
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Date: 2009-01-01 09:09 am (UTC)He scanned the table to see what everyone else was drinking and arched an eyebrow at Rory's glass of dark beer. So much for not drinking--then again Peter had seen Pippa's latest blogging efforts and couldn't fault the man sitting on his right.
"Ah...sure. An Old Fashioned. Don't put the fruit in it." He didn't like beer, was more of a wine drinker, and decided this was a comprise taking the mixed drink route. With his order given, Peter let himself slouch in his chair a bit before leaning forward and resting his elbows on the table, one hand cupping his chin as he looked at Rory. "So, in other words, half the clubs in Manhattan...right?"