(wait what should they do to meet?) Peter: -he retrieved his black tie and put it on, adjusting his little black string and going back to his little area. It was close to his break now.- Me: -I beckoned her over and set the 20 in her g-string, winking.-

yes

(yes yes do that) Peter: -he was terrified, but horny. Her rhythmic movements were entrapping but he didn't know who she was or where she was from. He should probably get back to work...- Me: YEAH NEON GIRL -I yelled as I waved a 20-

Peter: da I do have nice lashes

Me: -the whole sequence of events happened so quickly I didn't have time to process it. First she pinched my cheek then she was on a pole. Still... I was interested. I slipped from behind the counter and went to go watch her.-

- he snapped out of it as the man he had just finished dancing on gave his rather ample ass a smack and put a 50 in his string. He left with a smirk and Peter frowned and rubbed at the spot.- geez...

(oh my god she has the hots for Peter) Peter: -he made a more than unmanly squeak as he made eye contact with the strange woman. He suddenly felt more self conscious about being almost butt naked than ever before. -

tragic

wasn't an easy job. He turned his attention to the girl and ran a hand through his hair.-

Me: on the rocks? -I asked as I cautiously poured the drink. I minded not to keep eye contact with her for too long and slid the drink to her, eyeing at her hair discreetly.- Peter: -he got off the man and stretched his back. For a man of his size this wa

tracked by her. Me: (I'll be a bartender actually.) -as I was serving drinks the same girl caught my eye... what the hell was she on to pick those colors? Acid probably-

(geez imagine if Peter was a stripper wowza but owls this is just for Liza and I) Peter: -he couldn't help but notice the young... lady with the neon hair and flamboyant dress. Despite the fact he was grinding on a young handsome man he was still distrac

yessss it'll be nice to see your new character! I'm excited! -gasp- Peter and I can be strippersssssssss

Peter: I tried makeup once and my boyfriend said I looked like a poorly frosted cupcake -makes a face-

Me: tragic Peter: thank god I don't wear makeup. that would be a mess

hmmmmmmm -strokes nonexistent beard- something with getting high, something with drugs (lmfao I have recently become an alcoholic) do you mind if Peter is in the rp too

oh sorry babe this is just Liza and I

your favorite Russian and I are hereeeeee Peter: your two dads are back toshcavich

ohhhhh how cryptic, love the drawing -wiggles eyebrows- so what would you like to rp about?

Peter: How's my favorite little angry noodle -pats your head-