#i'm going for adorkable rogue golden retriever energy

[at-sabohteurs]

mj watson : no sleep tonight for you, better chug that mountain dew- incredulous stare settles on mj beside him, cross-legged on the other side of the sofa. peter's features are as relaxed as they'll ever be, but there's still a tightness pulling taut at his lips as he grins at her. " oh wow mj, i didn't know you had bars ! " quip comes with ease to his tongue, grin unfaltering as he sits half present at her side ( the other belongs to the city, and he's not quite learned yet how to balance both ) - peter shook his head minutely, reaching out a hand and twisting his wrist, drawing said bottle towards him with his trusty webbing.

anyone'd think maybe he'd gotten lazy over the years, if he weren't parker-ouring all over town. ( heh, parker-ouring. )

untwisting the cap of the bottle, he chugs. what was an almost full litre bottle of md is now empty. peter wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, tossing the bottle with pin-point accuracy at the waste bin ten feet away, in the corner of the room. " he shoots, he scores ! and the crowd goes W I L D ! ahhhhhh- peter, peter, peter . . . " he'd jumped up as it landed, hands up as he bounced in place. turning to look at @lvndrhazed, he stopped abruptly. " what ? you said to chug it ! "