Gamora | Peter
Gamora knew a skirt could express how she was feeling in ways she couldn't really say in words. Like that she was trying, not because she felt like she should but because there was something about Peter Quill that she found fascinating. Because there were plenty of people who just wanted to have something to say that they had, to know what it was like and he'd had her from what she understood of them. But he remained, because what he wanted was more than to simply poses a part of her. He wanted to be beside her and that was special.
She took the beer and removed the top before she took a sip. Alcohol was similar on most planets, that remained. "Good," Gamora said as the corner of her mouth twitched up in a smile.
The screen was set up and people were making themselves comfortable, some couples and others friends or groups. Then there was her and Peter fitting in with the first category and that was bizarre. She'd never imagined herself as part of something like that. "I didn't wear a jacket, so you can give me yours, that's a thing right?"