"And then it got worse!" You blabbered. Peter glanced at you as he took a drag from his cigarette.
"Worse?" He muttered. You nodded and sat up a little more as you looked up at him as he shifted on his perch on the wall.
"I tripped, pshed the twins into the desert counter, then tripped up their friend into Roman. His cigarette got stuck in her hair and burnt off the ends." You failed miserably as you hid your face in your hands.
"Shee-it." Peter said through laughter as he shook his head at your embarrassment. "That is the dumbest thing I've ever heard!"