"𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙖 𝙋𝙨𝙮𝙘𝙤" | 𝙎𝙥𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙮𝘾𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙚

"𝙸'𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎" | 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟽

"Get out of my way!" Peter grumbled at the guy before pushing past him

"Relax half pint, I'm don't bite!" the man said putting his hands up

Peter ignored his comment and continued  to walk to the Club. As he got closer to the club the neon light that said 'The black bull' lit up. He walked up to the entrance after getting a nod from the bouncer who stood outside of the door. Peter wasn't sure why they didn't check for IDs. Maybe it was because someone had payed them off but it was none of Peter's concern.

He stepped in and heard music blasting from the speakers that were scattered around the club. The bar was located on the side of the room. A women who must have been in her early 20s was sitting alone on a stool talking to the bartender.

She had platinum blonde hair which usually appeared white to people who didn't look carefully enough. She had a black dress which strangled her plump body and also had some matching black heels to go with it.  Maybe it was time Peter caught a break from this hero gig..

He walked up to the bar and sat down next to her. The bartender looked his way held up a glass. "What d'ya want kid?" He asked him in a stereotypical New York accent

"I'm not a kid!" Peter replied defensively

"I call anyone under the age of 30 kid, now what d'ya want?" The bartender persistently asked

The quiet giggles from the lady sitting next to him could be heard. Peter tried his hardest supres the natural instincts from the symbiote. Any comment made it him would make him infuriated. The symbiote wouldn't let anyone disrespect him like that. If he didn't supres how the symbiote acted he could have ended up hurting this innocent lady who had done nothing to deserve it. Perhaps there were more cons that pros of this suit.

"Uhm.. a strong tequila" Peter replied

Peter's heightened metabolism made it impossible for him to get drunk. If he wanted to feel any sort of difference from being 100% sober he would need the strongest amount of alcohol the bar has available.

"Yah sure you can take it? This is really strong stuff kid" The bartender questioned raising his eyebrow at him

"I'm positive" Peter responded before the bartender walked away to grab the drink

An eerie silence filled the part of the club where he was sat. He had struggled to say anything to the person sitting next to him but luckily he didn't have to. She was making a move of her own.

"I'm Felicia by the way" She told him snapping him out of his thoughts

"Peter Parker" he replied, she smiled back at him

"Here's your drink Mr Parker" The bartender said, whilst placing down the drink

Peter grabbed hold of the glass and and took a sip. The bartender looked at him slightly shocked from seeing Peter not even flinch from that..

"They just keep getting younger and younger" The bartender mumbled whilst walking away

"So Felicia *gulp* what do you do for a living" Peter asked

"Oh I work at a jewellery store not too far away from here, it's called 'The black cat's Jewels'" She explained

"Do you live around here" He questioned, raising his eyebrows at her