"Hot people are way better than non-hot people." Settling down in his own arm chair, Peter slouched down and reached for his own slice.
The movie was, predictably, very confusing. He had no idea what was going on, and he felt it was stupid to begin with. The guests were horrible, the main characters were vapid, and he really was only watching for Jennifer Lawrence's ass.
At some point, he'd gone to sit next to Darcy (since she was closer to the beer) and currently, found that her legs were draped over his lap while he was rubbing her feet. He liked giving foot massages, and found that it was a good way to keep his mind occupied.
This Darcy was just as hot as the last one, but unlike last time, they weren't both dealing with the end of serious relationships. Past Darcy was his inappropriate buddy but never THAT inappropriate. He found his body was wondering why.