Rocket grumbled as he sick-sacked between the many different life forms, the fur of his neck standing on end in irritation. He couldn't understand why he had to be the one to do this, it was completely stupid. He had far better things to do and he didn't see why anyone else of the team couldn't do this, why he was always given the stupid chores.
As he reached the building he walked straight to the door, kicking it open with a little more force than needed. But at least he didn't blast it to bits with his gun that was strapped to his back, so he was clearly restraining himself.
Once inside his eyes quickly located his target, his brown orbs narrowing. The target was sitting at the bar, swinging a drink around and shouting far too loudly. He was clearly drunk, judging by the fact that he was nearly falling of his chair and didn't even seem to notice.
Rocket wanted so badly to just shoot the man's head off and be done with it, but seeing that Gamora would kill him for it he figured it wasn't the best cause of action for the moment. So instead he bared his teeth and snarled, the fur from his neck to the tip of his tail standing up.
"QUILL!"
The red haired man immediately spun around, falling off the chair and landing on his ass in the process. But he still smiled like an idiot and raised his drink, which surprisingly had survived the fall, in greeting.
"Rocket, my man! What brings you to this fine gathering?"
The place was all but 'fine'. The whole area smelled horribly and there were large holes in the walls, the wind free to blow right through. The floor was so dirty one couldn't even be sure there was a floor at all, filth covering every bit of the surface. Everything was covered with a thick layer of a mixture dust and dirt. Small insects crawled over every surface, a few dead among the ones that were still alive.
Rocket growled as his tail flickered back and forth in irritation behind him. He ignored how the others in the bar were staring at them with a mixture of surprise and curiosity, instead glaring at the intoxicated man.
"What the hell, Quill!? You were suppose to be back at the Milano two hours ago! And now I have to come here and drag your lazy ass back!"
To his anger Peter only smiled and drank from his drink, burping loudly right after.
"Come on, my trigger-happy comrade. Have a drink, they are absolutely tastelicious. And look!" He stuck his tongue out. "It turns your tongue yellow!"
Rocket snarled as he hands grew into fists, his fangs bared in anger. He walked up to the man, grabbed the drink and promptly threw it across the room, the glass shattering as it come in contact with the wall. Peter stared at the spilled liquid.
"What the hell, man! I was going to drink that!"
Rocket growled.
"Be glad it wasn't your head!"
Peter stuck his yellow tongue out at the raccoon and the little patience Rocket ha left was thrown out the door. As Peter began to stand up he grabbed the man's ear and tugged it, hard. Peter gave a yelp and stumbled forward as Rocket walked towards the door.
"Enough of this shit!" Rocket snarled. "We're going back to the ship and then I'm gonna smash your head into the wall until you're no longer drunk!"
Peter continued to stumbled forward as Rocket's grip of his ear never eased, shouting out.
"Bro, I swear to drunk I'm not God!"
Or Rocket would began smashing his team mate's head in every hard surface until they reached the Milano and then continue to smash it against the wall just for the heck of it.
