[ Peter finds himself in these types of venues more often than he cares to admit, venues that provide him with nothing more than a warm body to indulge his desires for a night - a bit less lowkey and shady but similar. Rarely does he walk in with his acquaintance but he never backs down from a challenge as alluring as the one the man poses, so tantalizing in his brazen attitude, in his rugged good looks, and in the unadulterated magnetism that initially lured him in.

With drink set in place, Peter curls his fingers around the cool surface of the glass with a nod, then downs a third with ease. There's nothing about his body language that suggests nerves, but rather, appreciation of the taste and warmth as his tongue darts out over his lips. ]

I don't think I can, I know I can. [ He exudes a quiet confidence as he slides his hand over the key and into his pocket. ] In any case, I'm quite good at thinking on my feet, I would've come up with a destination as soon as I had my hands on you... perhaps, I would've dragged you in the nearest back alley, pushed you up against a stone wall, and fucked you there.