Who: Peter, Yondu and Lucifer What: Peter finally learns where Yondu works When: Early October Where: Lux
Another night at Lux. Another night of wanton hedonism. Damian stood at the rail of the balcony that allowed him a clear look onto the first floor of his nightclub and smiled. The hand that didn’t hold a drink tapped long fingers against the rail in time to the beat of the music that thudded through the building like a heart about to have a coronary. He was proud of his little den of iniquity.
He took in a deep breath as if the sins being committed by the patrons of Lux were an aroma or flavor. His eyes scanned around for some likely individuals for him to choose from for his own personal entertainment as he took a drink.
***
One of the bonuses of being friends with Nine meant that Peter got to actually go into Lux. Nine had money and connections and the reason to go to such a luxury club. Peter? Not so much. That being said, he did have the extra cash and apparently the time, so why not spend it all?
A few hours in, he had copious amounts to drink, and had found himself a very lovely looking girl with a Y in her name (beginning, middle or end, he had no idea) that was paying a lot of attention to him and the front of his pants. All good, and all very much appreciated. Wanda was already studying for exams, and he’d been really trying to not be himself as much, but players gotta play, and out he was.
“Y’know,” he murmured to Alaynah (or was it Lainey...maybe Raymi?), his hands slowly going down to cup her very ample backside, “we could leave…go back to your place…”
***
Yondu stood in the shadows against the wall near the man he knew as Lucifer (not literally the devil as far as he knew, and certainly not as Damian), his usual perpetual frown on his features. A club was no place for an old man like him but he had been hired with the promise of an ungodly amount of money for a paycheck and a generous bar tab just to be Lucifer's personal body guard so here he was. Truth be told he more less was used to the near ear splitting decibels of the god awful club music, but sometimes a song came on that just really irritated him. Like this one.
From his perspective only part of the lower level was visible, but it was enough for him to see any bad actors trying something. There were enough bouncers and security tonight that he didn't have to overly worry. Still, he felt it best to make himself known so it didn't appear to his employer as if he were slacking in his duties.
Taking a few steps forward until he was just behind the other man's shoulder, Yondu winced a little as the music hit him more forcefully. How the hell were all those drunk idiots down there not deaf with all this?
His eyes scanned the crowd of revellers again, taking in the new ones he could now see.
"The hell?" He muttered, brow furrowed as he spotted what looked like Peter getting hot and heavy with a woman who was definitely not Wanda. He kept staring to make sure; once the guy moved his face towards them a little he knew for sure it was him. Yondu's face twisted into an angry scowl. "Damn that boy!" He hissed. Of all the places for Peter to end up being a fool at!
***
Damian was typically amused at the expressions his personal guard made on a nightly basis. That being the case, when Yondu used that tone it summoned Damian to pay attention. He turned a curious look to Yondu before following his line of sight to the damned boy in question. There didn’t seem to be anything wrong that he could see.
“I entirely agree,” he said to Yondu as he nodded. “One is saying he just isn’t trying. I take it you know the lad?”
*** "I know him well enough to tan his hide for steppin' out on his girl." Yondu seethed. He wasn't really sure if Wanda actually was Peter's girlfriend, but he had seen enough to know he acted differently around her: the kind of different that meant he might actually care for her.
Or so he'd thought.
Wanda was a sweet girl, even if she was a bit on the young side. But Yondu saw how she impacted Peter's playboy tendencies and had been hoping her influence might help reign them in.
"I gotta take my break." Yondu said, hands gripping the railing hard as his scowl turned into a snarl; Peter's own hands were doing more wandering from what he could see and it would probably be only a matter of minutes before he took her home - to their home - to break one of Yondu's biggest rules: no sleepovers with the ladies. Well, he'd see about that. "I need to teach my son a lesson."
Damian’s brows lifted even more, but the surprise in him was for how indignant Yondu was. This was Lux after all. The house of sin. Anything and everything goes here. Yondu knew that so why should this lad’s behaviour make a difference. What happened in Lux stayed in Lux. Damian’s business thrived on that.
“I think I better come with you,” Damian said before he drained his glass. A waitress that seemed to read his mind was suddenly there to take the empty glass and offer a filled one which Damian took before he gestured for Yondu to lead the way.
***
Peter was having a blast with Yaya...Yolanda...Linda...yeah, at this point if he didn't know her name, he wasn't going to learn it now.
She was giggling and pressing up close, teasing him with her own touches and slips of her hands but still protesting that she had an early morning, maybe another night, why didn't he buy her another drink, there could be a friend involved…
Normally he wouldn't try this hard but goddamn, she was hot. Stupid as all get, but hot.
"Enough," he whispered breathlessly between kisses. "Don't you wanna see how rock hard the rest of my body is?"
He'd had a few drinks -- the lines weren't smooth anymore.
***
Yondu didn’t really care that Lucifer wanted to tag along. He stomped down the stairs leading to main floor, eyes locked on his target, ignoring the throngs of rich brats having the time of their lives. The rage he felt in the dreams whenever Peter would do something incredibly stupid was coursing through his veins so all else was out the window. Yondu muttered a cluster of alien swear words under his breath as he shoved his way through a throng of half-drunk (or high) dancing revellers. The music was vibrating in his bones now that he had to face the full fury of the speakers, which only made his nerves even more raw.
“Boy!” he bellowed, and nearly made a face at how his normally boisterous voice had somehow gotten swallowed up in the sound of the music. This girl was all over him, Peter with his lips against hers nearly swallowing her face. “QUILL!”
Impatiently he swatted Peter upside the head. HARD.
*** “Jesus!” He reached up and rubbed at his head, frowning as Yondu somehow appeared right in front of him. How the hell did that old man always know what he was doing?! Peter prided himself on being aware of any and all situations, so to be belted by Yondu in the middle of a luxury bar out of nowhere? Well, Peter felt a bit better about not being ready for that.
The girl seemed equally surprised and used the opportunity to disentangle herself from Peter and disappear. It was clear she didn’t want to stick around for whatever fight was going to happen, and that was another mark against Yondu there. “What the fuck was that for? God, you’re such a cockblock! You have any idea how hard I was working there?” He glared at his dad and put his hands on his hips.
“Remind me the next time Jess is over to set off the fire alarm or throw Kraglin in your room or something. Fuck. What is your problem anyways?!”
"My problem is you bringin' your dick games to where I work!" Yondu shouted back, more to be heard than just in the heat of argument. Of course, he'd never told Peter where he worked to avoid the kid taking advantage of his absence at home during the night. Clearly that time was over. "More importantly what the hell you thinks gonna happen if Wanda finds out you're bangin' chicks behind her back, huh?! That girl doesn't deserve to be treated like that!" He suddenly was getting flashbacks of high school...and Peter's father. This was precisely how Meredith's heart had been broken.
Shit. The apple hadn't fallen far from that tree had it? His scowl deepened at the thought.
Damian had followed along growing more and more amused as things developed. When the young lady had abandoned this Peter, Damian had caught her hand to draw her to him. “Stay here, luv. I’d hate to see your night ruined just because of circumstance.” He kissed her hand as she pressed herself up against his side.
They exchanged pleasant nothings while Yondu and Peter argued. Damian’s presence kept other members of security from getting involved, but they watched closely. “Who is Jess?” Damian looked to Yondu. “And who or what is a Kraglin?”
Peter turned and looked at Damian, anger in his face. Yondu accusing him of cheating on Wanda was annoying enough, without this ...whoever, poking his nose in the business too.
“For your information,” Peter said through gritted teeth, " Yondu , Wanda is fully aware of what I do, because we’re not TOGETHER. Okay? She’s way too fucking good for me, and I don’t need to completely destroy her, so this?” He motioned to the dance floor and to the floozy who was now hanging off Damian’s arm, “totally fine. No problems. Don’t even feel bad.”
Okay that was a complete lie, because of COURSE Peter felt bad...but it was a feeling that came after the bedtime festivities, not before. Post-nut guilt was a real thing. “Because yeah, you’re right -- she doesn’t deserve this and it’s all I’d give her so. Yeah. And as for you,” he continued, turning towards Damian.
“Who the fuck are you? Enjoying the show? Want some popcorn, asshole? Fuck off!”
Damian had been busy nibbling on the young lady’s fingers while muttering what he’d like to do to her that night. She was nimble, lithe and...by the look of things...flexible. How had he not noticed her before? His thoughts on what was happening here, this Quill person was obviously in love and conflicted about it due to a ridiculous sense of self-loathing. Idiot.
“Hmm?” He smiled at his angry patron. “Oh. Lucifer Morningstar. Owner of this establishment.” He kissed the dainty hand he held while he flapped his free hand at Quill. “Do go on.”
"How 'bout we don't!" Yondu hissed through gritted teeth, his temper hitting its boiling point. He cuffed Peter upside the head with a hearty smack. Grabbing him hard by the ear - something he hadn't done to him since Peter had been a kid - he dragged him a few feet away to speak more privately, if that was even possible with music throbbing in the air. "The hell is wrong with you, boy?! THAT is my boss you're cussin' at! Not to mention the owner of this joint!" He would realize later it probably would have been better if he'd let Peter dig his own grave and get kicked out but Yondu being, well, Yondu, he couldn't help but try to save Peter's skin once in a while, even if it was to his own detriment.
Peter yowled loudly, lots in the noise of the club, and rubbed at his head. It’d been a long time since Yondu had done that and it was fucking annoying as hell. He wasn’t a child, even if he was acting like one.
“How the hell am I supposed to know that’s your boss or that this is your fucking work? You don’t tell me shit, old man! All I know is I’m here, having a good time, and then your old wrinkly ass shows up to yell at me for cheating on my non-existent girlfriend, and now,” he cried out, pointing back to Lucifer, “I’m not getting laid tonight. I’m going to have to work my mojo on someone else and do you have any idea how much work that can be at this point in the night? I basically have to jerk off tonight, so thanks. Thanks. You suck.”
"I didn't tell you cuz I didn't need you knowin' and then doin' stupid shit back at the house while I'm not there!" Yondu hollered back, hands on hips, in full parent/captain mode. "An' how was I supposed to know she wasn't your girlfriend, what with your puppy dog eyes every time she's around and you two cuddlin' an' shit? What'm I supposed to think?" He sighed and worked his jaw, glancing over at a now departing and clearly distracted Lucifer with Peter's mark in tow. "Boy, you wouldn't have to work so hard if you'd paid attention to how I did things in the dreams. But 'course you gotta do things your way. Which is wrong, of course."
In all honesty, Peter didn't even want another girl. Or that one for that matter. Yondu was right, of course -- Peter wanted Wanda and going for a tall, Amazon blonde who was the complete opposite was how he was handling that.
"Think what you want," he grumbled, frowning and crossing his arms across his chest. "You want me to be more honest with you but you still don't fucking trust me. That's what this is about. You think I'm a cheater and that's shit. I've never cheated on someone before! Fuck, I took on an entire PRISON sentence because I wouldn't rat anyone out. So maybe you should be the one thinking before you start accusing me of shit." His voice rose and rose, until he actually wondered if he'd break and cry. Stupid fricking night.
"Are you done berating me then? Can I go? Or what, are you sending me to my room or something?" The look on Peter's face almost dared him to do it.
It was then Yondu regretted the whole confrontation. Not only had he been completely wrong about Peter and Wanda's relationship, but he realized in that moment that he'd literally mixed up Dream Peter's sexual shenanigans with real world Peter's.
Sheepish was not Yondu's style, nor were apologies.
He sniffed once. Looked about. Saw that security had abandoned their interest in the familial spat and gone back to their various locations throughout the club. His eyes returned to Peter, who had that wild, petulant look on his face.
"Git." He said loud enough for Peter to hear. "Oh. And check for your wallet. I don't think your ass was the only thing that honey was grabbin'."
Peter glared but automatically patted his back pocket. Fucking Yondu was right -- his wallet was there, but the spare cash wasn’t. Normally, he might have said something about how Yondu probably stole it, or something to deflect but Peter suddenly felt oddly deflated.
“Yeah. I’m going.” And without anything further, he spun around on his heel and headed for the door. The cold night air would do wonders for his head, and maybe if he walked around long enough, he’d forget how stupid he felt at this very moment.