Peter Pan & Savannah Levine
"Hey, you all wish you could cause chaos in the skies," Pan replied, tone playful. If he didn't cause mischief, he wouldn't be Peter Pan, would he?
Pan frowned. "Well, if it's someone creepy, you just give me a signal and I'll end my own date, walk over, and make them wish they were anywhere else, but at that table being creepy with you." He knew Savannah could handle herself, he'd seen it plenty of times at Fight Night, but he thought he would offer all the same.
Her assessment of his own night earned her a rueful chuckle. "I doubt there will even be a single possibility at this point. I'm more likely to potentially bang one of them than be their friend, Sav," he joked. Though, Pan knew it was not really a joke. He reached out and tucked a strand of lose hair behind her ear.
"But you could always take to the sky with me. Though you did drive and all. I suppose that puts a fucking wrench in that plan." And she wanted to check on her friend Kol too.