Nebula | Quill
Gamora was supposed to be here. She said she'd meet him after he'd asked anyway. He was getting a little fidgety about it, even though he was well aware they hadn't quite set a time and that Gamora didn't lie. Not about stuff like this. Peter just needed to take a deep breath about it and be patient. Or something.
"Nebula," he said, and it wasn't like he was surprised to see her -- he knew she was around, and figured she'd been keeping her space for a reason. And really, if Nebula didn't want to talk to you, that was how it was gonna be. She and Gamora definitely had that in common.
It was a little surprising to see her at this gathering though. It seemed a little social for her. Then again, not being a part of things sucked and she was pretty aware of that too. "Howsit going? Yeah I'm waiting for --" He paused, awkward. "Well, Gamora said she'd come." Case in point, he had enough snacks for two people and two beers in front of him. "Twizzlers are pretty good. You wanna try? I snagged a bag. They kinda stick to your teeth in a bad way. It's great."