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Peter has been to many shady bars to conduct business. Usually it was for jobs with the Ravagers, and so being here with the Gaurdians was a little odd.
Gamora had her nose distinctly turnt up at the sight of half naked waitors flaunting their muscles while serving drinks, and Rocket chuckled at all the gold people wore around their wrists and necks.
People in dark suits lined the booths, and con people in flashy clothing piled at the tables. The music was instrumental but not loud enough to make your ears bleed, coming from speakers up above. The lights casted a purple and pink glow amongst the room.
“So, where is this guy we’re meeting?” Rocket walked alongside Quill as they sat down at a circular booth in the corner.
“He knows we’re here, so he’ll probably walk in any second now.” Peter looked toward the door and the Guardians followed his gaze with their eyes.
When no one walked in immediately Nebula scoffed, “This is probably a waste of time that the idiot dragged us along for.”
“This music is sexy!” Mantis pointed up at the ceiling, using the exciting new word she had learned. Quill winked at her, but also hid a grimace.
“Oh whatever, just wait. If he called us for a mission it will be something good. Which means a lot of units, which means we can restock the pantry with all the snacks we want!” Peter rubbed his hands together and still kept his eyes glued to the door.
“I shall use my units to buy a lamp.” Drax crossed his arms in a matter of fact way. Gamora raised her eyebrow, “My room gets dark..” Drax looked away from her stare.
Just then, the door opened and a large figure stepped through. He almost had to duck to get in, and his armor shined like a planet in the purple and pink lights. The silver armor covered his body from head to toe, even covering his face. Blasters lined his waste and he strode forward with confidence.
The Guardians contemplated the mysterious man, having never heard a name nor tale of him from Peter. Peter smiled brightly anyways and stood up to greet him.
Peter met him with a firm handshake and both the men leaned in and pressed their foreheads together in greeting. They didn’t say words, and the man turned toward the Guardians. He placed a hand on his stomach and bowed shortly in greeting, which was met with nods and various waves.
Peter gave his seat to the man, pulling it out and letting him sit. The team watched in.. awe perhaps, as they watched Peter act a way they have never seen before.
“Little Starlord, how wonderful it is to see you. You look as delicious as the last time we crossed paths.” The armored mans voice was deep and raspy, slightly mechanical through his head piece.
“And you, of course, still big enough to crush my head like a watermelon with your thighs.” Peter smiled and.. was he blushing? Gamora almost openly gaped at the man that she would almost call more than a friend.
The man chuckled quietly, “I would give you a demonstration if we were somewhere more private, however we are here on business. I have a job for you, Starlord.”
“Lay it on me big man, I’m ready for whatever you give me.” Peter winked playfully and his team rolled their eyes, Nebula even scoffing in disgust.
“It will be dangerous, of course, but nothing you can’t handle. And I will be adding bonus units to your payment, just because I like you. The information has been sent to you just now, and half payment up front. Good luck, my little Starlord.” The man was quick and to the point, he squeezed Peters jaw in his large gloved hand and walked away.
Only then did the team notice that the entire club was staring at the man wearily, and even the people around them had gotten up and left. The crowd parted quickly as the large man made his way to the exit and out the door.
“Who in the hell was that dude? And have you had sex with him?” Rocket threw an olive from his drink at Peter, who dodged it playfully.
“He’s a big time bounty hunter around here, definitely not someone you want on your bad side. If he likes you, usually you might end up dead, if he hates you, your body might be left mutilated on a very high mountain.” Peter got up and started making his way to the door.
“Then why are you alive, little Starlord?” Gamora mocked the nickname.
“Cause he doesn’t like me, he loves me.” Peter wiggles his eyebrows as he discreetly showed them the amount of credits that were transferred into their account, and they gaped.