God, don't let him hear you talk about him like that, his ego would swell. Good job he's not here, really.
It's probably for the best. Though, don't be offended if he doesn't stay in one place for too long. Something about old habits dying last and all that. What a wonderful way of putting it? Both jobs involved getting close and personal with someone else and then impaling them. Trevor would have gotten a good laugh out of that statement had Peter voiced it out loud.
"What about an arm wrestle?" A spark of light in his piercing blue eyes as he leans over the table towards Peter. "If you win, it's just one more drink, if I win, you'll buy me at least 3 more. Deal?" He knows it's a bad deal, he's already setting himself up for a decline as he offered a hand across the table. God loves a trier and all that bullshit.
Trevor would just be happy to have a friend or two if that resulted in a little sex now and then, well, he'd just have to cross that bridge when he got to it wouldn't he? There are some underdeveloped feelings for people back in his world, he's not sure how he'd feel about laying with others when his heart is not in it. That's right if he's ever had a one-night stand, he was probably too drunk to even realize it was happening! "Well... Alright then, No-catch-Peter, I'll talk."
That made him laugh. Leaning back on his seat with a smile over his lips. Just watching Peter for a moment as he swore at him, it was nice, it reminded him of someone from home. He gets the feeling he'll get along just fine with this one. "You should see some of the vampires... If they weren't trying to enslave and eat all of humanity, then yes, yes I'd go there if you know what I mean?"
Making tea out for dead people sounds fucking disgusting! Is this friend of yours alright in the head? Maybe you shouldn't encourage that kinda behavior and take them to see a psychiatrist or something? Just saying.
Taking the fresh beer the little robot handed him and making a move to gulp a mouthful down already, as he continued to listen to Peter talk. Trevor coughed and choked on his beer as it was explained to him that he was expected to heal the planet with his cock?! The liquid went splashing back into the glass as he spluttered and tried to catch his breath. Waiting a moment before shrugging and downing the backwashed beer, it's not like he was going to waste it!. Catching his breath and raising a brow. "You can't be being serious... Right?"
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It's probably for the best. Though, don't be offended if he doesn't stay in one place for too long. Something about old habits dying last and all that. What a wonderful way of putting it? Both jobs involved getting close and personal with someone else and then impaling them. Trevor would have gotten a good laugh out of that statement had Peter voiced it out loud.
"What about an arm wrestle?" A spark of light in his piercing blue eyes as he leans over the table towards Peter. "If you win, it's just one more drink, if I win, you'll buy me at least 3 more. Deal?" He knows it's a bad deal, he's already setting himself up for a decline as he offered a hand across the table. God loves a trier and all that bullshit.
Trevor would just be happy to have a friend or two if that resulted in a little sex now and then, well, he'd just have to cross that bridge when he got to it wouldn't he? There are some underdeveloped feelings for people back in his world, he's not sure how he'd feel about laying with others when his heart is not in it. That's right if he's ever had a one-night stand, he was probably too drunk to even realize it was happening! "Well... Alright then, No-catch-Peter, I'll talk."
That made him laugh. Leaning back on his seat with a smile over his lips. Just watching Peter for a moment as he swore at him, it was nice, it reminded him of someone from home. He gets the feeling he'll get along just fine with this one. "You should see some of the vampires... If they weren't trying to enslave and eat all of humanity, then yes, yes I'd go there if you know what I mean?"
Making tea out for dead people sounds fucking disgusting! Is this friend of yours alright in the head? Maybe you shouldn't encourage that kinda behavior and take them to see a psychiatrist or something? Just saying.
Taking the fresh beer the little robot handed him and making a move to gulp a mouthful down already, as he continued to listen to Peter talk. Trevor coughed and choked on his beer as it was explained to him that he was expected to heal the planet with his cock?! The liquid went splashing back into the glass as he spluttered and tried to catch his breath. Waiting a moment before shrugging and downing the backwashed beer, it's not like he was going to waste it!. Catching his breath and raising a brow. "You can't be being serious... Right?"