[ Halfnut, backs off, grabbing hold of his wrist and cradling it against his chest. ]
I'm gonna kick your ass, Quill. You goddamn coward, hiding behind some hot piece of ass—
[ Peter shoulders past him, after that, grabbing Gamora's hand to pull her along.
The confrontation had the small benefit of clearing a small space around them, at least, with guests trying to avoid getting caught up in a fight. (Not that a fight would be uncommon around here; Peter remembers at least one or two breaking out a night, not all of them started by Ravagers.) As they make their way toward the stairs, Peter feels eyes on them, after that, some of them unrecognizing but curious, and some of them weighty and sharp in a way that makes the back of his neck prickle.
Unconsciously, his hand tightens around Gamora's, his body tense as he tries to ignore the daggers being glared at them. ]
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[ Halfnut, backs off, grabbing hold of his wrist and cradling it against his chest. ]
I'm gonna kick your ass, Quill. You goddamn coward, hiding behind some hot piece of ass—
[ Peter shoulders past him, after that, grabbing Gamora's hand to pull her along.
The confrontation had the small benefit of clearing a small space around them, at least, with guests trying to avoid getting caught up in a fight. (Not that a fight would be uncommon around here; Peter remembers at least one or two breaking out a night, not all of them started by Ravagers.) As they make their way toward the stairs, Peter feels eyes on them, after that, some of them unrecognizing but curious, and some of them weighty and sharp in a way that makes the back of his neck prickle.
Unconsciously, his hand tightens around Gamora's, his body tense as he tries to ignore the daggers being glared at them. ]
You didn't have to do that. I had it handled.