Liz was trying not to stare at the bartender as they sat down. She just had never seen anything like this outside of a movie and she suddenly wondered if maybe Max and the others looked something like this back home.
But when Peter starting talking funny, she looked at him and smiled. Her smile was wide, but tight around the lips as she tried not to laugh because she thought it was kind of cute and completely silly. Still, she tried to keep a straight face and sober a little, nodding dutifully as if to confirm that yes, they were adults and totally knew what they were doing.
Liz might have felt a flutter in her chest when he said 'my girl' but she was concentrating on trying to help Peter with his ridiculous ruse.
The bartender huffed a little and pointed at Liz's backpack where a water bottle, 3/4 filled sat on the side in a mesh pocket. She had forgotten it was there.
"Two drinks for that." Liz thought she heard something entirely unfamiliar, but then suddenly it seemed like the bartender was... Irish? The Gunnii's eyes squinted as if trying to discern what these pink squishy aliens were.
Liz glanced down at her backpack. "Oh, um-" She glanced to Peter to get his reassurance, then reached for it. "I... I guess that's okay." Liz held out the bottle.
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But when Peter starting talking funny, she looked at him and smiled. Her smile was wide, but tight around the lips as she tried not to laugh because she thought it was kind of cute and completely silly. Still, she tried to keep a straight face and sober a little, nodding dutifully as if to confirm that yes, they were adults and totally knew what they were doing.
Liz might have felt a flutter in her chest when he said 'my girl' but she was concentrating on trying to help Peter with his ridiculous ruse.
The bartender huffed a little and pointed at Liz's backpack where a water bottle, 3/4 filled sat on the side in a mesh pocket. She had forgotten it was there.
"Two drinks for that." Liz thought she heard something entirely unfamiliar, but then suddenly it seemed like the bartender was... Irish? The Gunnii's eyes squinted as if trying to discern what these pink squishy aliens were.
Liz glanced down at her backpack. "Oh, um-" She glanced to Peter to get his reassurance, then reached for it. "I... I guess that's okay." Liz held out the bottle.