Peter B and Bobby D
"I mean, come on, no one wants to see this angelic, cherubic face cry," Bobby joked, placing his fingers under his chin and batting his eyelashes. "Honestly, you might be downplaying its effectiveness here. It's one of my best qualities."
It just made sense to make nice with Carol if they were going to be stuck in close proximity for...well, who could say how long? It also made sense to make nice with Tony, but Bobby wasn't there yet. And also Tony didn't run the bar. And also also Tony didn't work with the guy he was currently sweet on.
"Sooooo...." Bobby digressed, steering the conversation despite the fact that his mind very much wanted to continue occupying the tantalizing imaginative space of what kind of trouble they were going to get up to tonight. "Where you're from, who's your biggest rival? Is it still Kingpin? Fighting the Man, dirty capitalism, a giant metaphor for the worst things about New York City?"