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Let's Have a Party!

Who: Everyone!
What: Throwing a party
Where: Gym carriage
When: Early Evening- early morning, Apple 28

It was three days after the incident with the train and right at two weeks since they'd been allowed to get off this train and roam a new world. Sure somewhere in there, they'd had a brief reprieve involving a new platform and mess of newcomers, but that had hardly counted as a break from the train. So, the point was, they needed a chance to blow off some steam. What better way than organize a party and roll out the last of his ale to share?

He'd recruited Sarai and Maglor to play their harps and/ or sing for music; Ignis, Ash and Evie to make hors d'oeuvres, Dread and Peter to bring in some chairs; and rigged a lamp and some cloth to make a disco ball-like display in the room (which he made Peter to promise not to touch).

Now he just had to get the guests on the dance floor... to harp music? He misses 'regular' music. Sigh.

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Tony scowls when he comes back and Peter obviously didn't fulfill his order to not throw up again. Peter needed to be thrown in a shower at this rate.

"That feeling? That's your brain cells trying to fathom how stupid you are for drinking that much."

He looks around, hoping maybe Charlotte might be able to- nope. That spider is drunk too. Damn. "Just stay put till you can get to your room without making another mess."

Peter whines, the more alcohol that comes out of his system the more aware he becomes though not by too much. He leans back in the chair again, eyes closed and swallows what might have been another bout. He's not sure.

"But I didn'-I mean I just-I was jus' bored an-" He swallows again. "an like th' adults are like super down on the uh ale so-oh my god, make the room stop spinning!" He half whines, half cries because he's super over this feeling.

"It was just the one glass-I swear." Followed by several of the cider because neither he or Gwen realized exactly what all was in there. Just that it tasted really good and sweet.

"Will you shut up!" Tony snaps, giving Peter a look that might kill lesser species. "One more word, and you're licking this up. The only reason you're still in this room is I don't want to actually touch you. You're covered in gross shit like an oversized baby."

He dumped a few towels directly into the larger trash can they were using for party garbage.

Peter stops whatever other rambling he was about to do and swallows thickly. Tony's words register a little slowly and he starts to look a little green before a little more bile gets coughed up into that trashcan he was given.

He's covered in gross shit and he feels gross. He wants all this to just be over because it sucks, it sucks so much and Tony won't even let him try to explain. Not that he's having an awesome time with coherency right now.

Instead he just whines some more, head dipped over the trash can.

It took way longer than he would have liked to get that mess cleaned up and some cleaner in the air to cover up the smell- not something Peter was allergic to, of course. Delicate little rose he was.

He left the party for a while before coming back with one of his red hoodies. "Alright, how are we feeling- just hold up fingers, you're not opening the mouth again. One to five, five being you're about to vomit and one being you can go back to your room on your own. Where are you?"

When Peter doesn't feel like he might be sick again, he leans back again, breathing steadily through his nose and keeping his eyes shut. He doesn't really even notice Tony's gone with how much he's focusing on not getting sick again. What has he done to himself?

He starts to open his mouth to say that he still feels terrible but stop and just takes in another deep breath before holding up three fingers. Though he might be being a little generous with that. If he moves he's pretty sure he's gonna vomit again.

"It's so bright..." He whines through tight lips.

Tony sighs. He wishes he could toss the kid out in the yard and spray him with a garden hose. "You just can't help yourself, can you?"

He shakes his head. "Fine, then can you- very carefully- take that shirt off. I have something else for you but I'm not putting it on over that mess."

Peter starts to try and pull the polo off but stops and then shakes his head-big mistake. More bile makes its way up.

"No. No. I can't-Mr Stark you know I can't do that. There's people. Oh god not again-please!"

Tony makes an actual growl sound. "Are you trying to be the most annoying piss ant alive or is this just coming naturally?" He'd kind of hoped Peter would be too out of it to make a big deal about this. Of course, he couldn't. He was Peter Piss-On-Your-Parade Parker. Why would he make taking care of his stupidity easier?

"I'm done. You figure out when you can move and get to your shower and clean up. If I even see you outside of that room tomorrow I will make you clean all the toilets in this train with your toothbrush. Got it?"

Peter's eyes widen and he leans away from Tony. Part of him is still freaking out inside. There's so many people but he's covered in gross and it's not ideal. And he's in trouble. He's in big trouble. Possibly more trouble than he was back on the summit and maybe, slightly worse than the ferry incident-although that had been, really, really bad.

He swallows, looking Tony directly in the eyes before offering a small nod. "G-Got it."

His voice is a bit shaky and uncertain. However, Tony Stark is still Tony Stark and even though Peter's in really, really big trouble, he's sure Tony still wouldn't let anything happen to him. He swallows again before going to pull his polo off, and really, really wishing he'd worn one of his shirts underneath.

He was so angry at the kid. It was just too obnoxious for words that Peter had done this stunt in middle of his party. He wanted to wring the little jerk's neck.

But he also reaches out and touches the young man's shoulder- a spot not covered in gross- and shook his head. "You don't have to do that. Just stay here, get yourself together a bit and get to your room." And Peter could still have Tony's hoodie for the night if he'd like.

Peter stops, his hands letting go of the hoodie as he just sigh in relief and misery all at once before nodding his head. His hands still have traces of gross on them and he makes a face.

"I-I'm really sorry, I didn't-I shouldn't have-oh god, why are the lights so bright?" He tries to cover his eyes without actually touching his face.

"I uh... I think I'm okay to go to bed."

"Yeah. Get out of here." He steps back so Peter can leave. And just before the kid is too far, away, he says his name again. "Peter. Don't make me start lowering my expectations of you."

At least of his ability to make good decisions. At that, he goes to wash his hands again and return to his party.

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