"STAR LORD! STAR LORD! STAR LORD!"

Currently, Peter Quill—better known as Star Lord after the defeat of Ronan the Accuser—was facing off against a smug yellow-skinned Xandarian who foolishly bet Peter 300 units in a shot drinking contest. The table they resided at was quickly surrounded by different species making their own beats on who the winner would be. Their drunken chants could be heard throughout the small, dingy pub which was making Star Lord's head inflate to a size one would have thought wasn't possible.

Inhaling his last cup, Star Lord slammed his glass down releasing a victorious roar as everyone burst into cheers. "And THAT'S how you do it baby! WOO-HOO!" His defeated opponent (who knew his was wife was gonna kill him for losing the units that was supposed to go to next month's rent) begrudgingly handed over the 300 and pushed his way out before his drunken state got him into any more trouble.

With probably the smuggest look in the entire galaxy, Star Lord clumsily climbed on top of the table. "A-Attention my good friends! To celebrate the glorious victory of *burp* …of the AMAZING Star Lord," Peter slowly turned in a circle with his arms spread out looking at the expectant faces of his 'friends', "drinks are ON ME!" The crowd roars louder than before, once again chanting his name.

In a dimly lit corner finishing off her second glass of Tonic Cooler, a pink hued humanoid could only roll her eyes at the scene that unfolded before her. Of all the things I heard about the 'great' Star Lord, they seemed to have left out the part of him being a cocky jackass. Ha. This'll be too easy. Making her way to the counter she ordered another glass taking advantage of the free drinks. Might as well. She took a long swig knowing it'll be a long time before Peter makes his leave. Damn. It's worth it though..

For a good three hours she waited at her table.

Three goddamn hours.

The pink woman was slightly dozing off when she was suddenly awoken by the whines given off by the occupants of the pub.

"Oh please stay a little longer Star Lord!"

"Yeah man, the night's still young"

"Don't be such a Vrurq"

"Bro, don't call me Vrurq. Not cool,'' Peter called out to the Xandarian who quickly looked down, ashamed at himself. "But anyways, I'm totally wasted and best be off b-before I worry the folks back home. This was totally fun, we should d-definitely do this agains" slurred Peter. Stumbling out the door he couldn't help but grin hearing the cheers of his 'friends' who couldn't wait to hang out with him again.

In reality they couldn't wait for the free drinks he would give.

As Peter made his way through the streets the pink woman followed closely behind.

It's now or never. This is your chance to see if it's really him. Your chance to see him.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Let's do this,'' she whispered.

The young woman walked up to the intoxicated man and tapped his shoulder. "Umm excuse me sir.. but you seem to be having some trouble getting home?" She fluttered her eyelashes and did the best cutesy act she could muster.

Peter turned around gripping a nearby streetlight for balance. His eyes widened at the sight before him. Standing right in front of him was a light pink woman with silver hair. She wore a black colored jumpsuit which hugged her curves nicely. The front zipper was low enough to show a considerate amount of cleavage. Her eyes, which matched the color of her hair, seemed teasing and playful. This woman was a knock out. Albeit pretty short, her head only barely reaching his shoulder but nonetheless. But….but what was she doing here in the dead of night (or was it early morning?), and why is there three of her? 'Cause you're fucking wasted moron.

He shook his head and looked back at her through squinted eyes. "Well uh, I was doing pretty well 'til about three seconds ago," the woman gave a shy smile which he found incredibly cute, "but the m-million dollar question is: What is a pretty girl like you doing out here in the dark of night? Don't you know it's dangerous?"

The woman began to slowly make her way over to him biting at her lower lip. In his drunken state he began to get a bit turned on, only to feel slight guilt as he thought of Gamora.

"I get restless at night and like to take walks outside." She shrugged. " Helps clear the head." She tapped Peter's head which made him almost lose his balance. "And I can take pretty good care of myself for your information. Can you? Don't you know it's dangerous to be outside in the dead of night being so drunk you can't even walk straight?" To prove her point she pulled Peter towards her only to have him fall on his face.

Peter groaned and grabbed his stomach trying to hold in the drinks he consumed not that long ago. What the…

She rolled him onto his back and leaned down close to his face. "Dude, I could've stabbed you in the eye just for the hell of it. You could have a freakin' knife in your eye right now!" The seductive demeanor she wore was completely gone now. Her hands were searching through Peter's trench coat, easily pushing away his hands that tried to stop her. "A-ha," she triumphantly said as she held out a small holocard.

Owner: Peter Jason Quill

Starship: Milano

Passengers: 5

Days remaining: 3

Star Station: 1q-0E3-R

"Wha-what are you d-doin," Peter stammered out. He tried to sit up only to fall back down. The world around him was spinning.

The woman before him put the card back in its place and pushed herself up. "You're pretty far from where you need to be Quill. You never would've made it. And now I'm gonna have to drag your ass all the way over there so be grateful you homo degeneratus." She looked down at him with arms crossed and couldn't help feel bad for him. Here's Star Lord - the hero of Xandar - lying in some dirty street about to puke his stomach out.

Looking up at the woman, or should he say women since he was seeing double, Peter could only let out a garbled chuckle. At least I don't have a knife in my eye...

With that the pink-skinned humanoid swiftly kicked his head knocking him out cold.

"Peter Jason Quill, or should I say Star Lord, it is going to be a pleasure taking you to 1q-0E3-R. Not only are you a good foot taller than me and weigh a lot more, the star station is about a mile away. This is going to be the funnest night in the entire galaxy and you won't even remember a damn thing," she grabbed ahold of his torso, "freakin a-hole.''