Peter Pan & Cameron
A shrug. "I can't complain," he replied. And he really couldn't. To be fair, the night had gone a lot like he'd originally believed it would. It was fun, but nothing was going to come of it. Maybe a friend like Savannah said. Maybe a hookup. Otherwise, it'd mostly provided entertainment for what otherwise would have been a pretty mediocre night.
"So, any date that was completely outrageous?" Pan asked, settling his arms on the table; his numerous rings tinged against the surface at the gesture. "I'm always up for hearing a good story." The Darlings tended to be rather talented with stories. Wendy in particular. He liked hearing them even if there wasn't much else he liked about Wendy Darling.