"Come on, it'll be fun," was the only statement Gamora had heard leave Peter's lips for the past hour. All day he had been nagging her about "hitting the town" on the planet they had docked in for the night. She wasn't sure how they could physically do harm to the area; she assumed it was just another one of Peter's strange Terran phrases. His manner of speaking confused her a great deal at times.
"I don't see why you think going out for a night of dancing will be enjoyable," Gamora deadpanned, immediately earning a hurt expression from the infamous Star Lord. Peter stared at her, mouth agape in a mockingly shocked gesture, which almost caused a laugh to slip from Gamora's lips. Almost, she would never give him such satisfaction this early on.
"It'll be the most fun we've had in weeks," He explained. She arched her brow doubtfully and he rolled his eyes, "Okay, most normal fun we've had in weeks. Getting into bar fights and kicking the crap out of generic thugs isn't supposed to be categorized as a good time," he added with a sigh, leaning back against the wall with his hands behind his head.
Gamora considered his words and thought perhaps he was right. Every time they attempted to go out all together, a slight complication would arise. And by complication, that meant someone had sent the crew's trigger-happy mammal into frenzy with some snide side comment about why a talking raccoon was ordering at the bar. Thus causing Rocket to revert back to typical feral instincts and claw away at the offenders face, leading his friends getting involved and trying to shoot Rocket, which undoubtedly would trigger Groot's defensive nature, etcetera etcetera. It was an equation Gamora had all but become familiar with and knew every possible outcome at this point in the game.
"It'll just be me and you, no other crew members who will jump the gun, literally and figuratively. We can get all dolled up, go dancing, maybe do some other fun late night activities if you catch m-" he was cut off by Gamora's elbow jabbing into his stomach, knocking the wind out of him. If that wasn't a sign to change the direction of his sentence, he didn't know what was. "As I was saying," he continued after he recovered from the blow, "It'll just be a nice time for the both of us to get away. I want to see you dance," he said with his typical charismatic smirk plastered on his face.
Gamora felt her cheeks flush slightly, adding a tint of red to her emerald green complexion. "If I recall correctly, you saw me dancing after you played the second tape your mother left you for the first time," she explained to him sternly, turning her back to him so he wouldn't see her embarrassment. Peter's smirk widened and he approached her, wrapping his arms around her from behind. Gamora stiffened under his touch, unsure if she liked this contact between them.
"You awkwardly swaying back and forth for a few seconds doesn't count. I want to see if those green hips don't lie." Gamora cocked her head to the side, bewildered.
"Why and how would my hips-" She began.
"Oh just forget it," he interjected, not evening making an effort to explain the joke. He rested his head snugly on her shoulder; he was really pushing his luck today. "Will you please come out with me tonight, please please please please please please-" his pleads echoed throughout every inch of the Milano.
"Oh for Christ's sake, please say yes just to shut his fat trap!" Rocket barked from the other room, quickly growing impatient and agitated from Peter's whining. Gamora snarled something in a foreign tongue and broke away from Peter, turning to face him and his stupid grin that never seemed to leave his face.
"Well you heard the man, er, raccoon. You gotta say yes or you'll have an internal riot on your hands. Wouldn't that be a shame, a fallout between comrades all because you wouldn't spend a few hours with your devilishly handsome leader," he mockingly chided, placing his hands over his heart and raising his eyebrows at her as he anticipated her response. He bet it would be snappy with a flustered undertone. The thought of hearing the words from her in that manner made him laugh already.
She never usually was one to admit defeat, and if she did it was in the face of death. However, she didn't think the circumstances were that dire in this situation. Crossing her arms, she turned on her heels and began to briskly walk away from him towards her bunk. She stopped short in the doorframe and barely glanced over her shoulder to look at him. "Alright, I shall accompany you tonight," was all she said before she disappeared into her room to escape his constant teasing.
Peter smiled triumphantly, feeling like he accomplished a great task today. He smiled once more, a genuine smile fueled by excitement of what was to come. "It's a date, see you tonight," he said aloud, securing his headphones snugly around his head. The classic music traveled into his ears, flooding over him and his body instantly responded happily. With a little more pep in his step than usual, he shuffled, glided, and danced all the way back to his bunk.