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Peter choked on his new drink. "A wrestler? Drax..." Peter cleared his throat and gave him a look. How to explain to the most literal being he'd ever met that wrestling was completely and utterly fake? Better yet, that no one needed to see Drax in short sparkly shorts?
Oh god ... the mental image would make him vomit.
"Yeah. You know what, buddy?" The captain raised his glass in a cheers motion. "Sure. You can be a pro-wrestler, as long as I get to be your manager. I'd write you the most kick-ass rider."