If there are Vampires on the Island, Trevor will sniff them out like a bloodhound! It's kinda his job. Still, he wouldn't be surprised if there were a couple of bloodsuckers or two hanging around the Island, some of them were well integrated into human life. As for somewhere to crash, if Peter was offering him his couch, he wouldn't turn his nose up at it, that's for sure. He's never slept on the sand before... Under trees, in bushes, under rocks, barns, and ditches but never a beach.
Oh, this is a sex Island, is it? Trevor has yet to find that part out too. Wonder what Sypah would say if she found out about that? Maybe she'd think it was all just fantasy talk and brush it off as nothing. Maybe she'd be jealous? Trevor likes the idea of her being jealous, not that he'd express that of course.
Trevor's eyes brighten as the little clanking waiter brings over their drinks, leaning across the table to grab one, practically gulping it down like he's not had anything to drink in days, the foam of the beer making a small mustache across his stubbled upper lip. " Oh... Oh God, that's pure ambrosia... Nectar of the Gods. Thank you, Peter." Ramming another skewer of grilled fish in his mouth, washed down with the rest of his beer, eating and drinking like he was ravenous.
That gains a raised eyebrow from the Belmont. " A Star-Lord? Sounds pretty fancy for a nickname." He chuckled, wiping his mouth and sitting back in his seat, stretching out and seeming to be a little more relaxed than he first was. Amazing what a little food, drink, and good company will do huh? He listens to what Peter has to say, absorbing it all, even if he looks like he's not fully listening. It sounds complicated, a lot to unpack but he'll try to.
Calling him 'Just' Trevor gains a strange look before he decides that Peter couldn't possibly know him and it was just a reaction to him acting so strange. However, what he heard next had him worried and amazed both at the same time. "So, what you're saying is, that I'm breaking bread with an undead man?"
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Oh, this is a sex Island, is it? Trevor has yet to find that part out too. Wonder what Sypah would say if she found out about that? Maybe she'd think it was all just fantasy talk and brush it off as nothing. Maybe she'd be jealous? Trevor likes the idea of her being jealous, not that he'd express that of course.
Trevor's eyes brighten as the little clanking waiter brings over their drinks, leaning across the table to grab one, practically gulping it down like he's not had anything to drink in days, the foam of the beer making a small mustache across his stubbled upper lip. " Oh... Oh God, that's pure ambrosia... Nectar of the Gods. Thank you, Peter." Ramming another skewer of grilled fish in his mouth, washed down with the rest of his beer, eating and drinking like he was ravenous.
That gains a raised eyebrow from the Belmont. " A Star-Lord? Sounds pretty fancy for a nickname." He chuckled, wiping his mouth and sitting back in his seat, stretching out and seeming to be a little more relaxed than he first was. Amazing what a little food, drink, and good company will do huh? He listens to what Peter has to say, absorbing it all, even if he looks like he's not fully listening. It sounds complicated, a lot to unpack but he'll try to.
Calling him 'Just' Trevor gains a strange look before he decides that Peter couldn't possibly know him and it was just a reaction to him acting so strange. However, what he heard next had him worried and amazed both at the same time. "So, what you're saying is, that I'm breaking bread with an undead man?"