"It's Friday night. One in the morning translates to more like... ten, eleven. Why're you asleep, anyway? I can think of better things to do about now." He licked his lips, stepping closer. "Want me to tell you about 'em?" He draped an arm over Peter's shoulder.
"Hm? Don't have work in the morning. Haven't had that much." Really, it had just been a few beers. "Got tired of the bar early. Thought I'd like it more here."