[Star-Lord Point of View]

"So you're still listening to your music, Peter?"

I looked up at Gamora who had entered my room without my acknowledgment from my bed, and saw that she was leaning up against the wall by my stereo. I had shoved my cassette into it earlier, and I've been playing my music for about five hours now.

"So what's wrong with the music that I listen to Gamora? You know that I listen to all of the songs that my mom loves, and I love them too. Plus I have it on repeat, so it plays over and over again."

"Why not get out and do something active for today? You know hang out with the guys? Have a bottle or two of beer with Rocket? You can't stay up in your room all day, you know that right?"

I didn't answer her questions, since I started to snap my fingers to Spirit In The Sky Norman by Greenbuam. It wasn't long before I started to do air guitar and banged my head a small bit to the song. I could hear her let out a loud groan since I ignored her questions, and soon my music stopped playing.

"Hey! I was listening to it, Gamora!"

"Will you stop listening to your music just for a short while and hang out with the guys for a single night, Peter? You've been locked up all day here in your bedroom and haven't gone out once at all. So will you please just go out and have some fun?"

My hands clasped onto my face and I moaned a small bit. For the past two days since we came back to the planet of Xandar, we've been living in a large penthouse apartment that the Nova Corps gave us as a home here before we came back to the planet of Xandar.

Gamora sat down at the end of my bed, and just stared at me. Her arms folded across her chest, and she raised her eyebrow-less eyebrow at me. Sitting up, we had a stare off for a few minutes until we both blinked at the same time.

"Fine, I'll go out and have some fun with the boys. But you're joining us."

"Fine by me as long that you get out of the penthouse here, and change into something decent. We're professionals, not slobs."

Gamora soon left my bedroom, and I got off my bed heading towards my closet. Opening the doors, I turned around and moonwalk into the closet. I grabbed a pair of black jeans, a grey shirt, and my signature red coat that I always wore. Changing into these clothes, I slid on a pair of shoes and moonwalk out of the closet.

"What the heck are you doing, Quill? What do you call those moves?"

I stopped in the middle of my dancing, and my head turns toward the sound of Rocket's voice. He stood there in my doorway with Drax, and I gave them both a serious stare.

"It's called the moonwalk. And a lot of people do it where I'm from, Rocket."

"Well, stop doing it and lets get going! We're going out tonight to a bar, you imbecile."

"I know I'm coming, Rocket, so chill already."

He scuffed at me, and soon left my door with Drax. Letting out a small sigh, I stopped the stereo before the cassette tape could play another round, and put it in the small cassette player that I carried on me. Snapping it onto my jeans waistband, I plugged in the headphones and headed down stairs where the others were waiting, just playing my music.

"You're bringing your cassette, Peter?"

"I don't leave without, Rocket."

"Idiot. One day those headphones will be glued to your head!"

"And when they are glued to my head, I'll be listening to my music every single second of the day and we'll see how much of an idiot I am then."

"Rocket, Peter, enough already. The only ones not arguing are Drax and Groot, here. Lets just get going and have a night of fun here."

The five of us soon went up a set of stairs that went to an air-pad, and I stared at my ship that was sitting right before us. Grinning, I ran over to it and opened up the hatch that allowed us inside it. Walking up to the driver seat of the ship, I started up the engine and relaxed to the purr of it.

"So what club shall we go to, guys?"

"I say the new one that's in mid-town here, heard there are some nice pole-dancers there."

"And how's the music there, Rocket?"

"Crappy, that's why they got the pole-dancers there at the club."

"Then a different location, Rocket. We want to go somewhere where we can have fun, and not be distracted by pole-dancers. Wait are they male or female?"

"Focus here, you four Neanderthals! Now is not the time to focus on girls who dance on poles here! Where is place where we can all have fun and not get annoyed?"

"I am Groot."

"Not a bad idea Groot, that's a pretty good one?"

"What did he say Rocket?"

"He said why don't we go to the one that is on the east-side of town, Gamora? What's it like there, Groot? Cause I do not recall us ever visiting there before."

"I am Groot."

"Good music, good food, good drinks, no pole-dancer. . . . And the place where I got drunk quite a few times. Should we go there?"

"Good enough for me. Peter what do you say?"

"I'm cool. Drax what do you say about it?"

"As long that you guys are cool, I'm good. Just as long that someone does not end up drunk and can fly us back home."

"Then to the east-side club here we come!"

I turned on the thrusters to my ship, and we lifted up into the air. I could feel the grin grow on my face, and we soon zipped off through the air. A night at the bar will do us all some good, and maybe we can all be less stress tomorrow.