"Remind me how you know about this person?" Miguel grumbled to Peter, followed by a small warble from where Mayday rested strapped to his chest. Peter shushed her gently and strode forward in his raggedy pink bathrobe. "Last I saw Miles, and I dropped him off at his house, his mother and this person were chatting. They might know where he went." Peter mused. "This is a massive waste of time." Gwen mumbled from behind the pair, followed by Jessica with her afro put up into a neat bun. "You got any idea where your boyfriend is headed, Stacy?" Miguel snarked. Jess shot him a warning look. "Miguel." She said, still wary of him and not saying anything further.

"Anyways.." Peter said loudly. "You got a better idea, Spidey?" He snorted, followed by a retort from Miguel, which was interrupted by Pavitr pushing the door open, releasing a loud barrage of sounds.

Music, yelling, and lots of drinks clicking filled the air as they entered the club. "God, how are we supposed to find someone like this?" Miguel yelled over the crowd to Peter. "Relax, I did a bit of digging-- well, your little AI thing did. Got a picture and name." He flashed a small picture of their target. "Good enough." Miguel huffed, snatching it from him and striding through the crowd with broad shoulders. Ignoring the coos of tipsy women around him, he marched over to you where you rested in a booth, scrolling on your phone. He stood a few feet away, with Peter and the others stumbling after him.

"Oh, um, hello there-" Peter chuckled, breathless. The others stood beside them, almost surrounding you in an array of expressions. Gwen stood there, observant but also slightly nervous. Jessica stood with confidence, hands on her hips, flaunting her pregnant belly. Pavitr looked at you curiously while Miguel openly glared at you, contrast to Peter's sheepish grin. "So, uh, you know a certain Morales, by chance..?" Peter said with a scratch to the nape of his neck, taking a shot in the dark.