Peter Parker (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} the_spider_man) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} toboldlyrpg, |
The Spider-Man found himself enjoying a late evening adult beverage, a rather strong smelling liquor that tasted far weaker than that, which was both disappointing and a relief. The nerd-turned-CEO-turned-space explorer was more than happy to enjoy this drink while seated comfortably at the large balcony that over looked Yorktown, and the surrounding space beyond the space station's rather large exterior 'windows'.
A sip, and a taste, he let it linger while he tried to contemplate his existence here and what to do next. So far it'd been rather peaceful, nice, enjoyable and he felt that that couldn't last. Not with the people here, the people who tended to find themselves in more trouble than not; further, he was here, and his luck spelled certain doom for everyone. What's more, he was also quietly a little bored without all the excitement of his other life. He was glad for the boredom, but annoyed that he felt that way at all in the first place.
Another long draught, and the stark red liquid found itself vanishing from the glass before Peter depressed a button to order another drink. The rounded couch he was seated upon welcoming another to join him.