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WHO: Pyro and Peter Quill
WHAT: Space Bar? Space bar. There might be a space tiger.
WHERE: SPACE.
WHEN: Wednesday, Feb 12



Despite the fact that he didn’t often seem like he did, Quill did pay attention to the things going on around him pretty much all the time. He knew John was having a hard time without Kitty around — of course he was. Quill would be having a shit time without Gamora too, so he got it.

But. Well, he was a good sort of friend, he figured, so when John had moped around in his house for a few too many days in a row, Peter kind of figured it was time to try and fix it a little. Change the mood some. So he’d poked and prodded at his pal until he’d finally, grudgingly, agreed to come out with him.

The doors were always something of a gamble, but he’d opened and closed them enough until he found something suiting — a bar that was like the kind that he used to go to, back when he was roaming the universe. So, really, a space bar.

It was a fucking good one too — lively and with a lot of things out of the norm to stare at, and odd colored drinks to drink and wonder about the taste over. Beer wouldn’t do it, not when they could be having foreign fruit flavors.

“See?” He was saying, already a few sheets to the wind and not bothering trying to hide it. “This is good. Worth it.”