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mini event; olympia-wyver holiday ball

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gamora;

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[ He huffs out a bitter laugh at that, lifting his head to cast her a flat look that his mask hides.

He wants to argue and remind her how seriously pitiful that display had been, how much of a chicken-shit he must have looked like, but he can't dredge up the effort for it.

Instead, he shakes his head, and with a bare hint of humor he doesn't feel in the slightest, ]

All this crap for some dumb mushrooms.

"""""if"""""

[godslay]

[ There’s no humoring smile out of Gamora, but she huffs out a faint breath. ]

The pay better be worth it.

[ … It probably won’t be, by comparison, but at least they’ll get silver out of this ridiculous outing. ]

look man i don't wanna make assumptions

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[ Another huff. ]

Doubt it.

[ At least they got half the money up front, which is something; maybe once Peter is feeling a little more like himself, he'll be able to negotiate a better payout.

But that's a thought for later; for now, Peter looks around the chamber, sees how wide it is in comparison, and he lets out a sharp sigh. ]

Those stupid things couldn't have just been in here, huh?

[ That would've made things so much easier. ]

u know at this point i think ur good

[godslay]

That would have been too easy.

[ She shakes her head, glancing back towards the broader passageway that leads directly into the space. ]

I think that’s our exit.

i am trying to be polite!!

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[ He follows her gaze, relieved that this time, their way out isn't a tiny crawlspace fit only for mice and roaches. And he's exhausted, which is stupid, because they've barely done anything. All they've done was walk through this dumb cave and crawl through a dumber tunnel, and yet Peter still feels like he's run fifteen marathons and then took part in a fist fight against six titans, just for fun.

Abject terror apparently takes a lot out of a guy.

He glances over at Gamora, his mask hiding the shamefaced look he gives her. All of that just now was... deeply uncool. Seriously uncool. Terribly, horribly, decidedly uncool, and now that they're more or less out of the woods, he feels that hot, bitter wash of embarrassment flushing his face. ]

Are you... gonna tell anyone about this?

psh who needs polite

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[ Gamora glances to Peter, meeting the red glow of the mask. She looks taken aback, genuinely so, because… why would she share this? She understands how difficult that was for him, and she can only guess how embarrassing he would think it to be, so… why would she tell anyone? She’s never given away even a hint of the stories that he’s told her in confidence, even when he’s been drunk and babbling, because she knows how personal they are.

This is no different. ]

You think I would tell people about this?

gamora; again.......... . . .

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[ Even if he recognizes the threat as an empty one, even if he knows that Gamora isn't heartless enough to leave her (possibly very drunk) friends in a lurch, Peter still sighs a little, holding up a hand in surrender. ]

No, hey, c'mon. Don't go anywhere. I'll try and behave.

again gg us

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I know how hard that is for you.

[ Peter? Behaving? What a novel thought.

But it seems to placate her for now, because she’s not stalking off and leaving him by the drinks, so she clearly can’t be that offended. ]

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[ He breathes out a laugh, trying to put on a mildly affronted look. ]

Have a little more faith in me, huh? I'm not about to jump on top of any tables and start a sing-along to "Bennie and the Jets" or anything.

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[ Not that Gamora knows what Bennie and the Jets is, but she still gives him a look of faux-surprise. ]

Are you not?

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[ He scoffs, almost affronted. ]

Don't gimme that look, Gamora. I invented that look. I perfected that look.

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I have no idea what look you’re talking about.

[ See, she can totally fake innocence too. ]

angel;

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[ The criticism, light as it is, doesn't seem to bother him much – in fact, he just smiles brightly in the face of it.

He does tend to err on the side of recklessness. ]

Peter Quill. [ And he supplies it smoothly enough. ] Folks call me Star-Lord.

[ No, they don't. Unless they don't know any better. ]

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Star Lord?

[ That sounds like a comic book superhero (not that she has much room to talk, with a name like Angel.) But the first name, that one rings familiar. ]

Angel. We have a friend in common, Mr. Quill.

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[ His eyebrows rise a little in surprise, but he waits for the explosion of another firework to fade away before he responds. ]

You sure about that?

[r3f4c70r3d]

Furry, enjoys crafting weapons, small in size but makes up for it in...colourful personality.

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... Ah.

[ And Peter huffs out a quick laugh, almost fond – even if he'd absolutely deny it, even on his death bed, if anyone were to point it out to him. ]

Rocket.

[ He pauses, then, a little warily, ]

Is there anything I need to apologize for?

[ Because god knows Rocket would never say sorry on his own behalf. ]

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What?

[ Angel raises her hand, waving away the concern ]

Not at all. I consider Rocket to be a close friend.

[ One of her closest, in fact ]

It is good to finally meet those he considers close. You must be good company if he lets you be.

mantis;

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[ He takes the napkin, glancing up at her to remind her that, like, water is wet or something, but he pauses when he sees that weird, twisted expression on her face.

Mantis might not take well to whatever further complaints Peter might've had – not like Rocket, who probably would've snapped back at him, or Gamora, who would have blandly informed him he should have moved faster to avoid it – and drunk as she is, there seemed to be an equal chance of her fluffing up like a pissed-off cat, as she had with the Olympian dude earlier, or getting really, legitimately upset.

So he huffs out a sigh instead. ]

It's cool. [ This, as he's dabbing at the damp spot on his sleeve. ] No harm done.

You should probably drink some more water, though.

[uglybug]

[Mantis considers him for a moment, then turns to the table and gets herself another cup of water. Obviously, she's messed this up somehow. Surely, there is some way to fix it.

When she faces him again, she upends the cup over her own sleeve. There. Now they match.]

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[ mantis what the heck.

Peter gawks at her for a few seconds, a mix of totally weirded-out and completely baffled, but—

Then, he barks out a laugh.

And he almost seems startled by it – he’s not sure if he’s laughed like since he got here. He hasn’t exactly been in a good mood for it, what with everything that he remembers happening and everything that’s been on his mind. It’s almost a relief, if he’s honest.

He reaches for a few more napkins from the table, offering them out to her. ]

I said drink the water, not wear it, dude.

[uglybug]

[He gets a drunken, wide grin when he hands her the napkins. She made him laugh! Everything is good in the world.

One point to Wyver. No one from Olympia made him laugh right then, so she's winning. Logic.]

We match!

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[ He snorts out another laugh, casting her a disbelieving look. ]

We already match.

[ And he points to the Wyver pin adorning his lapel. ]

C'mon— [ This, as he's reaching out to dab a napkin against her sleeve. ] —you're gonna drip everywhere.

[uglybug]

[And she points to her own Wyver pin with a nod. Okay, so he's got a point. Still, she feels bad about the whole thing.

Sorta.

It is kinda funny.]

I didn't want you to feel left out. [About having a soaked sleeve.

Something like that.]