[ Wisely, he keeps the very real possibility of them ganging up on the two of them to himself.
(It seems like he would absolutely jinx them if he spoke the words aloud.)
The mezzanine isn't exactly impressive, but it does afford a decent view of the entrance and the modest dance floor below. The folks hanging out up here are looking for more privacy, and more than a few couples have found their ways into the various dark corners to make-out or fuck. It stinks of tobacco and weed (and cotton candy, thanks to one shameless vaper) up here.
But they're stopped once again, this time by a man about Peter's age. Scrawny, once again, with silvered teeth and criss-crossing scars over his left temple. On either side of him are two other guys, just as rough-looking, though maybe not quite as sober. ]
Long time, no see, Pete. You're lookin' real fancy.
Kraglin. You're looking extra shitty.
[ Kraglin, at least, seems to have a sense of humor, and the corner of his mouth curls upward. His amusement fades not long after. ]
What the hell're you doin' here?
I'm here to see Yondu.
Good. You finally here to beg the boss for forgiveness?
Pretty sure hell will freeze over, first.
[ Kraglin sighs, annoyed more than anything. ] Then you don't got no business bein' here, do you?
[ The three men straighten, shifting forward like they've spent days rehearsing this, but Peter holds his ground. ]
Just let me through, guys. I've got a proposition for him.
[ Behind Kraglin, a slightly overweight man with coke-bottle glasses laughs. ] You're doin' a whole lotta propositionin' these days, ain't ya, Pete?
Fuck you, Geff—
Why? You offerin' discounts? You'd have to be. I seen you out there. Business ain't exactly boomin', is it?
[ Peter feels heat rising to his face, his fists clenching at his sides. Generally, he's a pretty shameless person, and generally, while he's quick to annoy, he usually has a pretty long fuse. Apparently that goes right out the window when his old team is involved.
And it's even worse that Geff – Geff, of all fucking people – has a point. ]
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(It seems like he would absolutely jinx them if he spoke the words aloud.)
The mezzanine isn't exactly impressive, but it does afford a decent view of the entrance and the modest dance floor below. The folks hanging out up here are looking for more privacy, and more than a few couples have found their ways into the various dark corners to make-out or fuck. It stinks of tobacco and weed (and cotton candy, thanks to one shameless vaper) up here.
But they're stopped once again, this time by a man about Peter's age. Scrawny, once again, with silvered teeth and criss-crossing scars over his left temple. On either side of him are two other guys, just as rough-looking, though maybe not quite as sober. ]
Long time, no see, Pete. You're lookin' real fancy.
Kraglin. You're looking extra shitty.
[ Kraglin, at least, seems to have a sense of humor, and the corner of his mouth curls upward. His amusement fades not long after. ]
What the hell're you doin' here?
I'm here to see Yondu.
Good. You finally here to beg the boss for forgiveness?
Pretty sure hell will freeze over, first.
[ Kraglin sighs, annoyed more than anything. ] Then you don't got no business bein' here, do you?
[ The three men straighten, shifting forward like they've spent days rehearsing this, but Peter holds his ground. ]
Just let me through, guys. I've got a proposition for him.
[ Behind Kraglin, a slightly overweight man with coke-bottle glasses laughs. ] You're doin' a whole lotta propositionin' these days, ain't ya, Pete?
Fuck you, Geff—
Why? You offerin' discounts? You'd have to be. I seen you out there. Business ain't exactly boomin', is it?
[ Peter feels heat rising to his face, his fists clenching at his sides. Generally, he's a pretty shameless person, and generally, while he's quick to annoy, he usually has a pretty long fuse. Apparently that goes right out the window when his old team is involved.
And it's even worse that Geff – Geff, of all fucking people – has a point. ]