Who: Tucker and Peter Quill When: Saturday Night Where: NOLA Portal What: Tucker and Star-Lord walk into a bar... Warnings: There will definitely be drinking, swearing, awkward flirting (not with each other!...right?), fighting, and biting (again, not on each other...I swear!) so reader discretion is advised! Status: Closed/In-Progress
Tucker had lost count at how many shots of whiskey they had gone through. He didn't even know what time it was. All he knew was messaging Peter Quill to roam through the streets of New Orleans was one of Tucker's better decisions. Perhaps not the safest, but he had never been accused of being overly cautious.
Knocking down another shot to add to the clutter in front of them, Tucker leaned back in his chair. He wasn't feeling a blessed thing, which was for the better. He looked much too out of place with his modern clothes, hair, and general appearance. The looks he was getting were mixed but Tucker didn't pay them any mind.
"Hey. Check out the blonde at the table over there. Next to the stuffy asshole with his stupid monocle." It was only stupid, of course, because Tucker wanted one.