Peter B | Gwen
Gwen liked Peter a lot, too. It was soothing for her to be around him, and that wasn't something she'd been expecting. Initially, she thought it'd be too painful to be around anyone else named Peter Parker. Having two versions die in her arms would do that to a person. But this Peter didn't give her that heart-breaking feeling. Maybe it was because he was older that it helped her so much. He'd survived plenty; it gave her hope she wasn't going to have to lose him, too. Maybe that was why she spent more time with him than Youngling Peter. That was too deep for her to really think about. Especially when she was about to have some alcohol.
"Sipping, got it," she said, with a little salute. "If this place was in New York City, I'd totally convince the girls in my band to play a show. Well, first I'd have to make them not mad at me. Then I could see if we could put on a show at Pancho's." She lifted her mug again, and took a sip. More of a swig. Kind of less than a gulp. As soon as it hit her taste buds she made a face. "Whoa, damn," she said, still making that face. But after it went down and the burn settled from her throat down into her belly, she tilted her head. "Huh. Well, that's different." She sipped it again, a little less this time.
"Tell me things. Not Spider things. Just things you like." She wanted to know if Peter Parkers had similar interests.