Peter and OTA
There were few things Peter Quill loved more than a party. Especially one that was in a way celebrating him. Even if he couldn't take credit for everything, he'd been there, he'd helped and they'd made a bundle so he figured that gave him the right to claim a part of the party for himself. Selene had made good on her promise to figure out a way to play his music and he couldn't help but smile. Music was something that he couldn't live without, especially the two tapes that his mother had made for him. They were going to wear out eventually but he hoped it wasn't anytime soon. Even though now he had them in digital form, there was something about the old cassettes and the Walkman that Peter couldn't imagine being without.
He grabbed a glass of Wookiee brandy, curious to see what it tasted like. Taking a small sip, his eyes opened wide. "Damn, that is strong shit," he said to no one in particular. It was good though he took a bigger sip and savored it for a moment before swallowing it. Peter idly wondered how long it would take someone to get drunk from it and settled down on a crate to watch the people who were starting to show up.