Peter had, at the behest of Kitty, not worn the powder blue tuxedo that Tony had sent him the schematics of. Instead, he opted for an almost equally embarrassing white suit, with flared pants and a red shirt that hung open, flashing his chest, freckled with light hair.

"You look like you stepped off the cover of Saturday Night Fever." Kitty said, rolling her eyes a little.

"1977, a classic. John Badham. John Travolta." Kitty snorted and shook her head affectionately. "I mean, it's no Flashdance, but..."

"Alright, boogie boy," she took his arm, "let's get going huh?"

Peter took a step back, taking her hand and spinning her around. Kitty giggled as she spun, the skirt of her blue gown rising to hip level, revealing her legs, feet en pointe even in high heels. It was hard not to go into ballet mode, even just a little, when Peter spun her so well.

Though she was dwarfed by Gamora (and Angela. And Carol), Kitty had managed to take some of their unused clothes and frankenstein them into the calf length, off-the-shoulder, royal blue dress she wore. She hated to admit it, but it looked a little like the iconic red dress from Saturday Night Fever. This was not intentional.

"You look beautiful, Kitty." Peter smiled and fingered the star-shaped hair clip that Carol had loaned Kitty to tame her curls slightly and pull them to right side of her face so her hair cascaded over one shoulder.

She blushed. "Well, you know, I left my Flashdance leotard at home, so I have to work with what I have."

Peter grinned and they both laughed.

"So, where is this nutty alien club we're going to, Quill?"

"Well..." Peter started, but he was interrupted by Lydia, his ship's onboard personality.

"It's on the outskirts of Knowhere." The floating pink head entailed, nodding to a video she popped up which displayed the skull-like planet, orbited by asteroids and small moons that had been brought into it's massive gravitational pull. "It's on this pseudo-moon." The video zoomed in onto a lavender colored orb and revealed that it was pulsing and changed colors softly. "Or inside it." The video shut off. "It's a total shit hole."

"Lydia!" Peter reddened. "Not a shit hole!"

"Not respectable," Lydia countered.

"Totally awesome."

"And very cheap."

"Nuh uh!"

"And full of criminal scum."

Peter threw his hands in the air and huffed. "Untrue! Or mostly untrue! Not entirely true..."

Kitty laughed. "Peter, it's fine, this isn't my first time at the shitty bar rodeo. I worked at a bar in college. I've dealt with all sorts of unsavory characters throughout my entire life. I think I can deal with a scummy club."

"Not scummy..." Peter pouted stubbornly. Kitty patted his back, consoling him.

"I'm sure it's a great dance club. But why don't we just go and see for ourselves?"

Peter smiled and nodded, taking her by the waist. "Lydia, don't wait up, we'll see you when we see you!"

"Odds are 10 to 1 that you're back in an hour, yelling at me to floor it."

Peter rolled his eyes, "Kitty, if you will!"

And with that, they phased through the hatch of the ship and landed on the moon orbiting Knowhere known as the Celestial's Heart.