Who: Quill and Yondu When: 25th of July I guess? Where: Dunwhich What: Quill trying to have an emotional reunion here damn it Rating: TBA, probably lots of swearing Status: In progress
So it turned out there were actually a lot of bars in Winterdale. More than he would have guessed and considering he’d been around the block, that was preeeetttyyy impressive.
“YONDU!” Quill busted into the next place, some dumbass dump that basically pretended to be the Ritz, or enough to pull in the dumbest of the chumps, looking wildly around as all eyes turned to him. His expression was...hey, he wouldn’t say frantic more...you know, eager. Like...determined. Suave. Hell, badass. Definitely, ya know, not stupid and emotional.
He looked over each and every face, alien, creature, and human alike before pulling back to scoff at the lot of them. “What are you guys looking at. Haven’t you seen a well dressed guy looking for his dead space dad before?” Well dressed was probably a stretch, it was just his regular get up but hey, in this dump it was well dressed enough. And upon double checking that in fact there were no blue, scowling faces threatening to feed him to the equivalent alien space dogs, he pushed back out the door with a grunt and out into the chill of the evening, adrenaline still spiked high, nerves still strung too tight.
UGH. Frustrating. Super frustrating.
“Well, twenty local, seedy bars down...about a million to go. Come on Winterdale. Were you always this much of a drunk?” He cursed, looking down and fiddling with his wrist device for a holographic screen to burst to life, mapping himself to log into the networks and grumbling about ‘stupid dads that stupidly didn’t check their stupid networks.’ “Man...I swear if this is a trick...god, Rocket is probably laughing himself stupid right now. And all at my expense! Goddamn raccoon. Who does that, messes with someone’s dead dad. Low blow, dude. Seriously just, off the charts, low blow.” He commentated loudly, growling the words out in sheer defiance as he switched tasks on his device, looking for the next bar to burst into which, at this rate, would keep him constantly searching for weeks probably. It was seriously just his luck, his mind still racing through it all, unable and downright incapable of not seeing the vision of Yondu still there next to him, life draining from his eyes.