[center][h1][b]Peter[/b][/h1][b]Time:[/b] Night
[b]Location:[/b] Damien Estate Ballroom
[b]Interaction(s):[/b] Blue [@CitrusArms]; C-Bert’s Bastard Son [@PapaOso]; Zarai [@Rodiak][/center]
Blue’s iron grip yanked Peter’s ass off the sidelines before he could blink. He didn’t resist, but he did clock how sturdy she was. Blue was a lot stronger than she looked. While not Karleen-strong (how many measured up to that anyway?), he still wouldn’t want to tangle with her barehanded.

The way she hauled him without so much as a by-your-leave, wanted to bring Olivia into the mix, and didn’t even bother hiding the fact she figured them both for thieves, her game was pretty clear. Either she’d get to make an arrest or she’d get to keep him in line. [i]Pfft, fat f**king chance.[/i]

Going by how fast she was on their trail after the little fife swap, she sure hadn’t done much investigating. Sure, her gut had the right of it, but she had sh*tall for proof. Course, Pete knew the score. If things didn’t go her way, she could shove him in the brig for offending the nobility’s delicate sensibilities by just existing.

Peter scoffed, barely holding back the smirk. “Oooh, I get it now. This was just a roundabout way to tell me you’re cutting in on the girl I’ve been working, ain’t it? Damn, you’re shameless.”

He shook his head, “Claws off, Magpie, I had my eyes on her first.” Then he clucked his tongue. “If you’re so thirsty you gotta play dirty, maybe put in some actual effort picking up the ladies. I know hard work’s a foreign concept for Your Ladyship, but you can at least try.” Peter knew she was no blue blood, but he’d seen too many guards go crooked when they got a taste of what they could get (and get away with) by collaring themselves with the privileged. As the saying goes, pets start resembling their owners.

“Here, I’ll even help line up some more options for you.” Peter’s gaze swept the ballroom until he spotted a familiar figure already having a head start on the drinking.

Moving through the guests, he invited every man and woman he passed to the impromptu drinking contest, including C-Bert’s bastard son who was hanging by a wine station. Some sneered, others ignored him completely, but a handful were interested enough to gather around Blue.

The instant the glass left Zarai’s lips, Peter slipped his hands around the future Duchess, plucked the flute from her fingers, and knocked back what was left in one go. He let out a satisfied [i]ahhh[/i], before setting the empty glass on the table. He turned to Zarai. “Hey stranger, wanna help a friend?”

Without waiting for an answer, Peter steered her toward the gathering contestants. Leaning in, he whispered, “Need you to keep that lady in blue off my back. Think you can handle that?”

[hider=TL;DR]Peter goes around inviting others (including Cassius and Zarai) to the drinking contest.
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