[Peter tries to regain his composure. She caught him by surprise, and there was that sudden, sinking feeling that somehow she would know and that they'd be fucked. And not in the sort of way he had been in the bathroom stall. The idea of not admitting to anything was tempting, but Peter was a long study in the fact that the most convincing lies were those peppered with truth. He was hoping that Roman's ridiculously generous tip would quiet any wagging tongues. Maybe.]
Your cousin decided to take me out for lunch at the Country Club.
[He finally manages to get his brain and feet to work together, and slips into the kitchen. He grabs two cheap beers, and a glass of ice water for the pregnant chick. He hands one of the beers he's artfully holding in the same hand to Roman before walking over to Letha and handing her the glass.
Ducking into the the kitchen at least took him out of the line of fire and gave him a moment to recover his composure, and hopefully have less of that caught-red-handed looks that certain women, notably Letha and Destiny, seemed to be able to pull out in him. He popped the top on his beer before taking a seat in the chair across from her -- next to her on the couch seemed like it would be pushing his luck.]
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Your cousin decided to take me out for lunch at the Country Club.
[He finally manages to get his brain and feet to work together, and slips into the kitchen. He grabs two cheap beers, and a glass of ice water for the pregnant chick. He hands one of the beers he's artfully holding in the same hand to Roman before walking over to Letha and handing her the glass.
Ducking into the the kitchen at least took him out of the line of fire and gave him a moment to recover his composure, and hopefully have less of that caught-red-handed looks that certain women, notably Letha and Destiny, seemed to be able to pull out in him. He popped the top on his beer before taking a seat in the chair across from her -- next to her on the couch seemed like it would be pushing his luck.]