Peter had already forgotten Darcy was coming over. It wasn't really his fault -- it was Netflix's fault for having such damn good shows. Laying down on the couch, he had been engrossed in some lame reality tv show when he heard Darcy.
Perking up, he went to the door and opened it. He was actually in a pair of sweats and a muscle shirt but that was easily remedied. "Duuuude." He took the pizza and beer from her appreciatively, and walked inside, trusting that she'd follow.
"Coooool. This is cool. Thanks, buddy! Drax is out doing who knows what so it's just us."