#jharvelles

Peter had long ago perfected the art of drinking just enoughalcohol to get drunk without losing control. 

His teammates, apparently, hadnot, judging by the fact that most of them were currently passed out on thefloor around him (including Groot, but only because it was well past hisbedtime; they weren’t about to give alcohol to a baby, c’mon).

Gamora was the only one besides him who had managed to stayawake, but that was because she was some kind of drinking superhero.

“How’re you doing that?” Peter mumbled into her stomach. Hewas currently curled up on the floor with his head in her lap, trying not to fall asleep – okay, so hemight actually have toed the line as far as drinking too much went, but it washard to care when Gamora was so comfy.

“Doing what?” she asked, casually sipping a beer.

“Being all – sitting and stuff. You had as much to drink asthe rest of us.”

“Alcohol doesn’t affect me as easily.”  

He turned his head a bit so he could look up at her moreeasily. “You’re such a badass,” he said, proud that he was only slurring hiswords a little.

She smirked, amused. “So you’ve said.”

His eyes traced over the scars on her face and his headbumped lightly against the hilt of her sword where it was strapped to herthigh.

“Hey,” he said. “Hey, G’mora? Hey –“

“Yes, Peter?”                                                                                                     

“I ever tell you why I named the ship the Milano?”

“After a character on a TV show.”

“No. Yes.” He giggled at his own fumbling response. “I mean,she was actually the actress. But like, whyI named it after her?”

“No, why?”

“C’mere,” he said, crooking his finger for her to bend down.“Issa secret.”  

She indulgently lowered her head and he whispered, “I use’tawant her to be my girlfriend when I was a kid. Even when I thought love wasicky.”

“Icky?”

“Yep. Scientific term from Earth there, you’re welcome.” Helaughed loud enough at his own joke that he briefly woke up Rocket; he heard him roll over andgrumble something about ‘damn singing fool’ before falling back asleep.

“She was cool, though,” Peter said after he’d calmed down.“Like you.”

“Was she?” Gamora had started playing with his hair and heleaned further into her as he kept talking.

“Yeah. In the show she was really strong and awesome. Shepunched someone once, and she liked basketball.”

“What’s basketball?”

“Sport.”

“I don’t care for sports.”

Peter waved a hand (or tried to; he ended up just sort ofslapping the floor). “Doesn’t matter. The important part was the punching. Andyou’re into swords, which are cooler than sports.”

“I agree.” She was looking at him with a soft, pretty smilethat melted his insides even when he was sober. “So, your childhood dreams cametrue then? David Hasselhoff was your father and Alyssa Milano is your girlfriend?”

“No, no.” He shook his head, which made him dizzy, but hepressed on. “You’re way better than her. You saved the galaxy and you killed amonster and you do that thing where you scratch the back of my neck – aahh,yeah, like that.” He closed his eyes, lost in pleasure for a moment.

“Plus,” he continued on a yawn, keeping his eyes closed.“You let me fall asleep on your lap.”

“Peter Quill, you better not.” She tried to sounddisapproving, but he could feel her stomach jerk with repressed laughter.

“Mmm, too late.” He wrapped his arms around her so he wasbasically hugging her waist, settling in like she was a pillow.

“Ten minutes,” she said. “Then we’re moving to a bed.”

“Deal,” he mumbled. Though he was pretty sure she was gonnahave to carry him.

you: i don’t know why i follow you, literally who cares?

me: *is crying*