[ There's a lot of pressure to meander your way to the right person before the New Year's countdown begins. It's in the movies and on TV, and it's like, supposed to be good luck or something right? To kiss someone cool so the rest of the year starts off on a good note. A happy one. Maybe even a romantic one.
Peter hasn't exactly had a whole lot of experience in this department, actually, you know on account of the fact that he's never actually kissed anyone before. But it's like, yeah. It's no big deal or whatever, even if his eyes dart across the room in hopes of spotting a familiar blonde girl who is super way out of his league and also older than him, so it's probably kind of weird anyway. It's fine, though. It's not like he really subscribes to the 'New Years Kiss Brings Good Luck' theory, not when there's absolutely no evidence to back it up, and there's no reason why a kiss couldn't also turn the rest of your year horrible, or maybe avoiding a kiss is actually what brings good luck instead. (He doesn't actually believe the latter though.)
He's ruminating this deep and philosophical debate in his head as the clock strikes closer to one, with a resounding seven ... six ... five ... ringing in his ears. He's searching for the exit door at this point, because the idea of kissing a stranger seems, well, terrifying honestly, and in his efforts to push through a cluster of similarly meandering party guests, finds himself being elbow-jerked right into Jughead Jones' direction.
Fancy that. ]
Oh, heyy - it's the motorcycle guy, right?
[ Just kidding, Peter knows who he is. They've even hung out a couple of times since Scary Elsa failed to let them go. He throws a smile in his friend's direction and a kind of quick headtilt towards the exit, like I'm gonna head out now! Only cool people are supposed to be here at this point and I am sorely sticking out -- but the exit's blocked and he's just shifting his stance a little awkwardly before the countdown ends.
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[ There's a lot of pressure to meander your way to the right person before the New Year's countdown begins. It's in the movies and on TV, and it's like, supposed to be good luck or something right? To kiss someone cool so the rest of the year starts off on a good note. A happy one. Maybe even a romantic one.
Peter hasn't exactly had a whole lot of experience in this department, actually, you know on account of the fact that he's never actually kissed anyone before. But it's like, yeah. It's no big deal or whatever, even if his eyes dart across the room in hopes of spotting a familiar blonde girl who is super way out of his league and also older than him, so it's probably kind of weird anyway. It's fine, though. It's not like he really subscribes to the 'New Years Kiss Brings Good Luck' theory, not when there's absolutely no evidence to back it up, and there's no reason why a kiss couldn't also turn the rest of your year horrible, or maybe avoiding a kiss is actually what brings good luck instead. (He doesn't actually believe the latter though.)
He's ruminating this deep and philosophical debate in his head as the clock strikes closer to one, with a resounding seven ... six ... five ... ringing in his ears. He's searching for the exit door at this point, because the idea of kissing a stranger seems, well, terrifying honestly, and in his efforts to push through a cluster of similarly meandering party guests, finds himself being elbow-jerked right into Jughead Jones' direction.
Fancy that. ]
Oh, heyy - it's the motorcycle guy, right?
[ Just kidding, Peter knows who he is. They've even hung out a couple of times since Scary Elsa failed to let them go. He throws a smile in his friend's direction and a kind of quick headtilt towards the exit, like I'm gonna head out now! Only cool people are supposed to be here at this point and I am sorely sticking out -- but the exit's blocked and he's just shifting his stance a little awkwardly before the countdown ends.
Three ... two ... one ...!
Uh-oh ...? ]