“No beer? How can you have pizza and no beer? That’s blasphemy. You should have pop at least”. The lack of beer was sad and Peter considered whether he should offer to run back to his place to get some. That seemed like too much effort though and Peter didn’t want her drinking all of his beer (he needed that for Saturday) so he opted for the juice.
“Alright, orange juice it is”. While she poured that up, Peter looked around for somewhere to sit and get more comfortable. “Music”, he gave the simple answer as he sat down. “I’m majoring in performance, when I’m not working my ass off at Jack’s. I wait tables and--”.
Peter paused. “Did you say you were in between jobs? What kind of work are you in? We’re short at the restaurant and fuck, I would kill to have someone new come in. Kristy quit two days ago and already my schedule’s fucked. You ever wait tables?”