[ Peter hadn’t really questioned much of what had occurred in recent events. Mainly because he was just glad that he was still alive, and couldn’t care less for an explanation as to why. Still, Peter wasn’t a selfish person. He’d thought of the people that had accompanied him in those events— particularly Richard. There wasn’t much he could do, though, he’d searched every square inch of most of the galaxies he knew of— with no results. Sighing, Peter brought the beer he had bought to his mouth, taking a generous swig from it before running his fingers through his hair. ]
He wasn’t going to raise his hopes when he had entered the bar but just maybe this lead would finally actually, you know, lead somewhere. He was dressed casually, not wanted to attract any unwanted attention and potentially ruin everything. Richard came up to the bartender, and ordered a drink, which apparently had some kind of Earth Scotch in it. It was just what he needed, a tie back to his home planet. Richard figured, he’ll lounge around for a while before asking any questions, the first of which was going to the man who made his drink, he didn’t want to seem too suspicious, it was always a great way for people to clam up.