Who: Peter Quill, Drax (NPC), Gamora, Rocket, and Groot Where: Knowhere When: October 30th, 2014 What: After saving the planet Xandar the newly dubbed 'Guardians' double back to Knowhere to receive a hero's welcome. And free alcohol while they decide their next course of action and if they are going to stay together or not. Rating: PG-13
A bunch of losers. Quill had called himself and the rest of his team that without batting an eye, because it was true. Each and everyone of them had lost something. Their homes, their families. Their sense of self. They may well have constituted the most motley crew of individuals to come together in the entire galaxy, but they had nevertheless come together when fate called upon them to prevail in ways not one of them could have done on their own. For as awful as some of them were with their collective histories, they made one another stronger. They had found mutual ties in their common losses and used that as the basis of their strength to do no less than save an entire world from genocide.
...Which was pretty friggin' cool in Peter's book, even if at present he was still trying to get used to the idea of being a 'hero' and the respect that came along with it. Particularly since he had not long ago been in prison with the very same individuals he had fought alongside back at Xandar. Gamora, the most dangerous woman in the galaxy who clearly wanted him but just needed to admit it. Rocket, the cuddly little guy who could blow your head off with the squeeze of a trigger. Groot, the walking tree who had been as their muscle but now resided largely as Rocket's little potted plant that Peter swore he saw dancing on at least two occasions since Xandar. And Drax, the brutish warrior who had wanted to kill Gamora for things her adoptive father had done, and who had proven how painfully literal he could be in social situations that used even the slightest amount of figurative language.
Without a set course after Xandar they had decided to head back to Knowhere as Peter had reasoned that one of their last known locations was one of the last places anyone would look for them-after all, who would be that stupid to double back?-and been surprised to find that after their last skirmish there the place had gone to the dogs. Specifically to the dog, Cosmo, who granted the Guardians asylum and nothing less than a hero's welcome-which meant free passage and alcohol-in exchange for inadvertently freeing him from the Collector their last time through the area. Most of the team seemed particularly uncomfortable with the limelight but Peter reveled in it as he felt he was finally getting the recognition he deserved as he sat in a bar over looking the former mining colony with a drink in one hand. There were female aliens around the bar that he suspected possessed the anatomy for him to relieve some other tension he had but somehow he had ended up sitting across from Drax of all people, who seemed intent on ruining his mood with his advice.
"Quill. There are women here from a dozen worlds. All of them beautiful. Most of them looking at you."
To that Peter just raised a hand. Maybe not long ago he would have run a line through the bar, but that was then and this was now as he replied, "Oh, you know, that's cool. I appreciate the attention and all but I am soooo taken."
Drax rolled his eyes. "Not this again."
"She will come around!", Peter insisted.
"Quill. The last time you two were alone I heard the sound of her sword cutting through the air and her shouting about 'pelvic sorcery.' I had thought you would at least know enough about magic to realize it is a bad idea to apply it anywhere near your-"
"Oh God, oh my God, Drax, it's a METAPHOR! She did not literally mean I had any magic down.. well, actually..." Peter raised his eyes and could not help the smug grin that passed over his features. It was enough to make the big green maniac across from him huff and stand, apparently having heard enough for now.
"Hey man, you said it!", Peter called after him as he shook his head and took another drink as he glanced around the crowded bar.
He was starting to think that maybe, just maybe, this little band that had formed around him might hold together after all.
If they did not manage to kill or maim one another first, of course.
(OOC: Tag below with your subthread with where your character is during the course of the night. For example, 'Peter at two drinks in', for instance. We can use this thread as a means of interaction/the Guardians getting to know one another and eventually discussing the merits of going to Earth which will be at the tail end of this. Happy tagging!)