gwen (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} itsybitsyspidey) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} snapthread, |
Gwen really did want to hear about Peter's life. She knew all about her own Peter's, and part of her wanted to think that this Peter had it better. He'd lost too much, but there had to be some good things, right? Gwen had good things. Well, she had good things. They were just kind of not so good right now. She hoped they'd be good again one day. At least here things were pretty good. Weird, but good.
She took another sip of her drink and swallowed it a little slower that time. The burn didn't take her by surprise that time, which was good. It allowed her to enjoy it more even if she did make that face again.
"Peter's uncle Ben took us before," she said. She smiled a little. "He used to get us corn dogs. I like them even better than pizza. Feel like that's kind of blasphemy being a New Yorker but, what can I say?"
The band was a little complicated. She was really up and down with the girls, more so down in recent weeks back home. "The band? I mean he kind of went viral with one of our songs. The Mary Janes. Em Jay's our fearless leader. That girl has ambition coming out of her pores. I love playing drums though. I can tune everything else out except the beat. It helps me focus."