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Dude, you wanna come get burgers at a food truck?!

[1.) Those words are slightly slurred.

2.) It's like 1 in the morning.]

[ Peter, in turn sounds surprisingly awake and even more eager to indulge in a distraction. He's a night owl in general, more so since the nightmares he has fuck up his sleep. ]

Newt? Man, I don't remember the last time I had one of those.

Where are you? Do they have fries? Ohhhh or onion rings?

[ It's a good idea to do this? No. Does Peter care? Also no...cos BURGE. ]

Honestly...! I'm not 100% sure on where I am.

But I'll send you some street signs! That totally does the trick, right?

[He's pew-pew-pewing some first person shots of the streets around here, including one image of a very confused food truck vendor wondering why this guy his making 'pew-pew' noises. Give him a sec, he'll realize Newt's plastered.]

They've got everything, man! The works! I was worried I wouldn't see another burger in foreeeever, but I guess that makes sense; like, there's a ton of high-tech stuff around! Why wouldn't there be burgers?

Should you be out in the streets while drunk on your ass...? [ That sounds like a recipe for disaster, even fi it's a fun picture. The pictures Newt is sending him help only marginally, given they're just slightly unfocused at best and totally weird at worst. The poor confused vendor is clear enough, though, and the pew pew noises got a laugh out of Peter. ]

Burgers are the best and so difficult to finds across the galaxy. I'd never miss a chance to eat more of them. I'll get there eventually, but keep talking to me and don't wander off, ok? Lest you get punched again. I need to change into something more comfortable, the Featherstones will probably throw me into the pier If I get ketchup on none of those suits. Are the one's in charge of the Lionetta that stuck up?

Pffffft! [He bats a hand dismissively. Which nobody but him sees. It's the thought that counts.] What fun is being in a big new city if you're not wandering around? Being drunk just makes it, uh — hard mode.

[He slumps against a nearby light pole, huffing:]

The Lionetta suuuuck, dude. I hate their weird uptight way of things. Or maybe I just hate how uptight a lot of the family stuff here is, anyway? I thought it'd be kiiiinda badass to be a gangster, but I think I prefer being a cool rockstar biologist instead.

[It's honestly a miracle the Lionetta haven't figured him out yet.

Maybe because he tries to just stick to being the piano guy.]

Being drunk in a big city is fun when you're with company. When you are alone, it's asking for trouble. But I'll be there in no time. Once I figure where 'there' is. stay by the food truck.

[ This brings Peter memories of looking after his own team when they go out to take a break between missions and drink a bit too much. At least Newton isn't trigger-happy like Rocket, or prone to start brawls and stab people like Drax. ]

I'd take rock-stars and leather pants over gangster any suits any day too. But let's not say that TOO loudly, hm? [ Peter likes his head where it is, attached to his neck. ] What do they have you doing? Mostly I work as a bodyguard and bouncer. You get to listen to a lot of interesting conversations when people think you're little more than dumb muscle.

[ He's changed into a pair of jeans, a form-fitting navy t-shirt, and a dark jacket to try not to bring too much attention to himself. And out he goes, checking for familiar signs in the streets that match those in the pictures Newt sent him. Thankfully, he finds someone who recognizes the food truck, and they give him an address. ]

Stay by the food truck! Got it, got it!

[He considers saluting to no one in particular, until he remembers Herman does that annoying shit — and he's not about to let Hermann's knack for cowtowing to authority to seep in from their drift together, no thank you, he'd never allow for such a certifiably unbadass thing.

So he opts for finger guns instead, at no one in particular.]

I've been working the musical scene, mostly! Resident Lionetta who plays piano and guitar and harmonica, all the fun stuff, and people don't seem to be as nervous around me for it. 'Cus I got the mooooves.

I get free beer a lot, too; it's really pretty cool.

Oh-

[When Peter eventually gets to the food truck, Newton is not there, which would probably be a concerning situation (there's way too many dark alleys, too many places for other families to find a Lionetta and shank him, you know???). Luckily, there's no need for panic; just follow the snorty familiar laughter, and you'll find him in the company of three or four lovely ladies at the street curb. You'd think they were listening to the ramblings of a cute little five year old and not a fully grown man, with how attentive and humored they are.

"Is that the friend you're waiting for, Newt?" one asks, in a thick, otherworldly accent. Literally, Newt thinks. Because she's from a world other than earth. He swivels around and waves at Peter, grinning a face-splitting kinda grin. His tie is crooked even more than usual.]

Peter! Pete! Hey, my man, you made it!

[A gal with an angular face and deep red lipstick points at Newt.

"Your fella is really tanked, handsome! He's bound to get robbed blind out here!"]

That's a good job, and I love piano songs. We still need to play together, once we're back in the station. I'll get you to signing for me one day, mark my words.

[ So much reassurance that he will stay put...Peter tries to have faith in Newt, but he's interacted with far too many drunk people in the past, and has been one himself on occasion. They must not be trusted. He will consider himself lucky if he finds the other man before the night ends.

So, to no one's surprise, what he finds is a still slightly confused vendor in the food truck but no singer-xenobiologist nearby. Peter's is considering asking for those fries he wanted before going looking for Newt when he hears the familiar voice. As it turns out, he really is lucky, and he's not the only one, because not only does he spots Newt, but he's got company with him. ]

Good night, ladies. I am interrupting? [ Peter approaches them with a smile, drawing out the words and amping up the charm. He's not really interested in flirting nor offending the lovely girl's attention, but he's also not fully trusting strangers with Newt, lest the man wakes up without tomorrow with his clothes gone and one of his kidneys missing.

The woman's next words make him a little more at ease, though, and Peter's smile turns more genuine. Maybe they all just want to party too, who knows, and that would be a much more pleasant way to spend the time than causing trouble. ]

Don't worry, ma'am, I'm here to help. Thank you for taking such good care of my friend. [ He takes a step closer and wraps an arm around Newt's shoulders to pull him closer and help him stand straight. ] We should go, Newt. Unless you want to invite these lovely ladies to a drink for their help, and they're not too busy to accept.

[Newt gasps softly, looking at the women with raised eyebrows.

They all just giggle behind very pretty hands. Did Newt mention their hands are pretty? He could look at and hold their dainty, nicely painted hands for hours, a-thank-you. But it was not meant to be this moment, as the woman in front of their small huddle smiles apologetically. "We're working, unfortunately. But — if you need us later..."

She steps closer, pulling a pen from somewhere Newt assumes is magic, so that she can pull back Newt's sleeve and write down an address. "I'd be more than happy to spend an enjoyable night with you boys." Another girl, plucky and with hair that must've taken hours to style, giggles and writes a phone number on Peter's hand, too, adding: "If either of you get lonely!" in a squeaky little voice; she's, like, shorter than Newton somehow.

As they dispel into the night with confidence even Newton envies, he whirls Peter around to walk with him, the other man's arm still slung over his shoulder.]

They were all so cute! Augh, there's not enough time in the day to smooch all the fucking cute people I run into in my life. Hey, heeey, Peter! You wanna get you something to drink? I feel like we're on uneven ground here! I'll buy it, I still got cash — m'so loaded from my music gigs, dude, I feel like Scarface without the cocaine and guns and shitty personality-

[Yeah, Pete, you best drink. Get on his level.

So they can trip over their own feet more, instead of Newt being the sole foot-tripper.]

[ Everything about them is pretty, yes, they need to look their best to do their jobs after all. Peter respects the profession, and even if he doesn't plan on contacting them for a private party, he smiles and gives a nod, letting the girl with the interesting hairstyle scribble in his hand. She also adds a small little heart and a winky face, which is frankly adorable. ]

We'll keep it in mind, it would be our pleasure. [ Time is money and kind people are rare, so before they leave, Peter reaches out for her and plants a small kiss on the back of her hand. He also uses the gesture to give her a folded amount of cash. ] A small token of gratitude, for looking after my friend, ladies.

[ After that, he watches them go no short of amusement in his eyes, when Newt gets his attention again. ]

They were, yep. We might still stay in their city for a few weeks, I'm sure you'll find the time to smooch all the cute people to your heart content, Newt. Maybe when you are sober, even. Imagine remembering it the next day? Always a plus. Goddess, Scarface...I haven't heard about that movie in forever. You're officially my favorite.

[ Not a lot of people talk about movies from Earth, let alone movies from the 80s'. Back then Peter was too young to watch that movie, but he heard about it. And young Al Pacino was boss. Peter pats Newt's shoulder and starts walking them both in the direction of the food vendor. ]

I see, you want to be my sugar daddy for the night, uh? I'll drink, but first, you owe me some fries. [ He wants to put at least some food in Newt's stomach, so he's not drinking on an empty one. And then they can get wasted. There are no flaws in this plan, no sir. ]

Byyyyeeee laaaaadies!

[He wags his hand in an uncoordinated but absolutely eager way, using Peter as a bit of a post to lean on as he stumbles along with his pal. He blows a few sloppy kisses their direction before they finally are far enough that he feels satisfied by his performance, and then turns back to Peter with a bright smile and pink cheeks.]

Your sugar daddy? My man, I'll totally be your sugar daddy.

[He still has plenty of cash on him; more than he's had in yeaaars, not since he worked at MIT and made a crazy good salary. The (near) end of the world seriously cramped his wallet's style for sure. He hooks his arm around Peter's, but he seems more amused than actually serious about anything right now. Also, yanno, drunk as a skunk. He ramble-slurs:]

I'm so hungry. All that dancing and socializing. This place is kinda great; I know s'gonna be crappy later, but wooo, I'm having a great time, dude. S'great! You're great. I cannot wait to eat some greasy food.

[ Peter can hear them laughing and giggling as they leave, some of the girls waving bye to Newt. In a way, it's comforting to know that drunk people and party people are the same everywhere, no matter the galaxy, the species, or the universe. The Guardian seems to have very little trouble moving with most of Newt's weight on him as they walk towards the food truck. ]

Keep that up and I might not say no. [ Peter winks at Newt. ] The way to a man's heart is through their stomach, it's a universal truth.

[ Once they reach the food truck, he flashes a particular charming smile to the vendor, who is looking at them dubiously, and order two large fries and a couple of burgers - or whatever passes for that kind of food on this planet. The man obliges and Peter tries to maneuver Newt's body to sit on the high stools nearby. ]

We will worry about the hangover tomorrow, it's something that cant' be fixed now. I prefer to live in the present, making long-term plans has never gone well for me. [ BUT let's not dwell on that now, Peter wanted to have some fun. ] Yo, Newt, what are your thoughts about Karaoke?

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voice. somewhere. at some point in the early mission. late in the night... part two: peter quill

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