[ devil's compass ]
[ disrupting the bar full of pretty faces is piter's. not much of a drinker— he's had a few glasses of wine in marina, but it's always been predominantly a social thing, a matter of keeping up appearances, of seeming ordinary and non-threatening— he still deigns to come to the bar, though only for the purpose of catching up with his murderbro, and perhaps having a chance to analyze this bar of his a little more in the meantime. if he's allowed tyki into his apartment, he thinks it more than his right to pick apart the place tyki seems most at home. ]
[ he gets to the bar and holds up a hand, dismissive. ] I've no interest in drinking this evening. [ sometime, he thinks, he may tell tyki about spice beer. but now is not the time— he just doesn't trust tyki with the knowledge of spice quite yet. ]