You Me, A Place To Be

𝐬𝐢𝐱 | 𝐛𝐚𝐫

The walk is quiet.

The streets are loud as they make their way to the other bar. Peter doesn't look to his side as much as he wants to. Y/N doesn't control herself as much. She looks like she can't believe this is actually happening - Peter feels the same, but absolutely refuses to give it away.

Everywhere seems full - people on the tables outside, drinks in their hands. There's also a different sort of music for every bar or club they pass by. Most of them don't seem to be playing live music.

They don't walk too close, but they also don't stand far from each other. They still walk side by side.

Peter can't help but notice the way Y/N smells so familiar. It reminds him of the cologne he used to wear - the same one his ex-girlfriend would steal every chance she got. "I love smelling like you" Is what she used to say. Peter shakes the thought away.

From the corner of his eyes, he's able to see Y/N's hand. She's wearing light purple nail polish. And it has him remembering more and more memories. It reminds him of when they would go over to Peppers house and paint Morgans nails for her. Peter was absolute shit at the time, but as morgan grew older he got better at it. She doesn't let him paint her nails anymore though considering she is fourteen. He remember Y/N telling her "Painted nails make you beautiful" He remembers Morgan blushed and looked away when she said that.

Walking beside her is sort of triggering, but not as bad as Peter thought it would be. Still, silence doesn't feel half as comfortable as it used to back then - at least not until the last goodbye.

Peter wonders if she remembers as much as he does, if the memories play in her head as much they do for him. He wonders if Y/N would've still tried to find her way back to him if it weren't for the oh so convenient wedding.

As they walk - and they do slowly, taking their time - Peter notices the bar is a lot further away than it seemed like. For a moment, Peter nearly asks her how far away it is - he's a bit too tired from playing footie for two hours with his friends families - but he can't really speak. And it's so stupid because it's literally just a simple question, but it feels a bit terrifying to have to talk to her.

Peter needs a drink even more than he thought he did.

Peter always needs a drink.

They walk for a five more minutes until Y/N finally comes to a stop, pointing to a bar with a sign that reads 'Sally's Tavern'.
"Here we are." Y/N says.

Peter looks up at the sign, looks down again at the entrance. He notices that it looks emptier than most of the other places they went by. Once Y/N walks in, Peter follows her. Inside, the walls are red, some portraits of the sea sit on them. The counter looks pretty much like the other ones Peter's seen. There's a song playing in low volume - rises the moon by Liana Flores.

There are only five people inside the bar, other than the bartender and a single waiter. It feels a little intimate, a little more personal. Peter likes it and he wonders if Y/N knew he would.

"Do you want to grab a table?" Y/N asks, looking at him.

Peter looks away, looks around. "Let's just stay there," He answers, pointing to the bar stools.

"Okay." She says as she walks towards the bar. There's a woman there, right behind the counter. "Hi, Sal," Y/N says, leaning over to press a kiss to both of her cheeks.