I'd call it cute, but... [ Peter seamlessly shrug with perfect seriousness. ] I'm also sick from alcohol poisoning, so maybe take it with a grain of salt.
You know how often I get called cute? [ NOT OFTEN ENOUGH, BUDDY. ] I'm taking that as the raw, unfiltered, totally objective truth of a handsome man with exceptional taste.
Me too. About ten years, which is, like, a record for me... [ Ten years since his last bad hangover, that is. ] Hey, if you need somebody to slap a drink out of your hand the next time you think you might get wasted, I'm your guy. [ With a smile, he adds: ] I've got a lot of experience.
Experience being a buzzkill? That's a thankless job right there. [ It's hard to tell whether Peter is actually kidding. Enjoy puzzling out his terrible humor, Jeff. ] But I'll remember that, thanks.
How about instead of knocking a shot out of my hand, could you fill me back up? [ He grabs his empty glass off the bedside table. ]
[ Jeff snorts out a laugh, taking that deadpan remark as the joke it better have been intended as! ]
You're lucky you're good looking. [ Jeff takes that glass, getting up to go get that refil. ] And that I'm taking pity on you in your painfully hungover state!
Good-looking... [ Peter will definitely take that compliment, thank you. He has no leg to stand on here, but Jeff seems to enjoy his sense of humor and play, so he adds, ]
Tell me more about that. After you get me some water.
[ Okay okay hang on, let Jeff go fill that glass back up. ]
I'm a simple man. I like 'em tall, rugged, and good at holding their liquor. [ Teasingly, as he passes the water back to Peter: ] But two out of three isn't bad.
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Even if he's sick from alcohol poisoning.
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Thank you, by the way. I'd have been found dead in my sheets after a few days.
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[ Jeff returns the smile, leaning back on his hands. ]
No problem. I've been in your shoes a few times, myself. [ A beat. ] Okay, more than a few times.
[ But that's all behind him now! ]
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How about instead of knocking a shot out of my hand, could you fill me back up? [ He grabs his empty glass off the bedside table. ]
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You're lucky you're good looking. [ Jeff takes that glass, getting up to go get that refil. ] And that I'm taking pity on you in your painfully hungover state!
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Tell me more about that. After you get me some water.
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I'm a simple man. I like 'em tall, rugged, and good at holding their liquor. [ Teasingly, as he passes the water back to Peter: ] But two out of three isn't bad.
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Mm, I'm not all that tall. Will you take one out of three?