( Peter positively sags with relief when he realises that the woman isn't about to freak out at him for his clumsiness— which really wasn't clumsiness so much as bad timing— and actually ends up grinning himself at her bright, infectious laugh. She's ... actually kind of gorgeous, too, which is a cute little bonus that he really shouldn't be thinking about, but if there's some part of him that's kind of excited to have not been written off as a loser?

Well, that's between him and God. Not that he's religious. But if he was, it'd be between them. )

Sure, I can get you a water!

( Because they are cool, and Peter gestures for her to follow him through the throng of bodies until they reach the bar. It's not as crowded as the dance-floor but they're still squished up pretty close; their elbows are touching, and her hip is nudging his own—

But then a group of people turn back to the dance-floor with their drinks and all of a sudden thee's room to manoeuvre again. )

Can I get two waters? Big ones?

( He leans close to the barman just to make sure he's heard, then turns just enough to flash a broad smile back at Gwen. )

I'm Peter, by the way! ( Now look who's having to shout. ) What's your name?