Ginger hadn't really meant much with her texts to Peter, but she had quickly found it hadn't been the best idea, or the best time, or the best whatever to send it. But she didn't see the good in ignoring it, so she'd asked. It hadn't exactly gone as planned, but she was pretty sure he'd taken it differently than she'd intended. She felt like she was too out of touch with him lately, so of course she agreed when he suggested they go for drinks.
She was working on her second drink now, sitting in the bar with him. He'd expressly told her he didn't want to think, so she was going with that. She was just about to try and drag him away from the bar for a dance when suddenly, he was asking her to clarify what she'd meant before.
"I thought we weren't thinking." There was a lightness to that comment that made it impossible to seem remotely judgmental, but despite it, she turned a bit more to face him properly. "Before this place, we had a pretty perfect set up, don't you think?" she asked, taking a sip from her drink, shrugging a bit, "I mean, I know after I got here things were...tense." They both knew that was a giant understatement, but she went on anyway. "But that was a year ago now. And there was the...other stuff," she didn't want to say it, but she had little doubt that Peter wouldn't catch that she was referring to the point in time when she was convinced she'd been in love with him. "I don't think it was really exactly that so much as...everything compounding on top of each other, losing the familiarity, all that." she shrugged again. "Anyway, basically I'm saying I'm game if you are. Just like before. No strings."