The reader is married and her husband isn't faithful. She runs into Yondu at a bar and she tells him of her woes so Yondu offers to have sex with her. The next day, the reader divorces her husband and goes off to have adventures with Yondu
Warning for language
"Haven't you had enough?" the bartender asked.
"No" you answered, deadpan. You weren't even drunk - despite having been there for the past four hours. You certainly hadn't had enough. You had your elbow up on the bar, your chin resting against your closed fist as you sipped your next drink. The longer you got out the house for, the better.
"I'll 'ave wha' she's 'aving" came the voice from beside you. You looked over to see the man who had just sat down. An older Centaurian guy, looked a bit rough around the edges with his scars, metal fin and Ravager coat, but he was no worse than any else in the bar.
His drink was placed down in front of him, he took a sip then smiled, "So how'd a pretty lil thing like you end up in a place like this?"
You laughed, "I'm sick of seeing familiar faces in the nice ones"
"Really? And why's that?"
"It would be nice to go out and no see the faces of the girls, guys and whoever else my husband has had in our bed"
"Oh, I see - yer man sounds like a piece of shit if ya ask me"
You laughed, "Well you're right there" you shook your head, "He's a fucking asshole"
"How comes ya ain't done with him?"
"Because asshole pays the bills" you sighed. You turned your head, looking him up and down, "I would ask what you're doing here, but as far as I know this place is a Ravager trap" you laughed halfheartedly.
"Well ya ain't wrong - drink's cheap an' there's a hotel of 'bots next door, the crew have their fun"
"And you?"
"I prefer strikin up conversations w' real women, not a metal shell with a computer in it's head - they ain't very good conversationalists"
You nod your head, laughing softly. "Right"
"Lemme buy you a drink" You looked at him, an eyebrow raised, "What?" he asked, "Your dirty cheatin husband gonna have a problem w' another man buying ya a drink?"
That made you smile, "Probably, but that's fine with me"
Yondu chuckled, "I like ya, bet ya don't take none of his shit"
"Only some of it, as little as possible"
He nodded. You shared a moment in silence, Yondu ordered you both another drink. When it came, you took a mouthful, smiling to yourself.
Yondu had moved closer to you, he placed his hand on your waist, "Ya ever think about givin that asshole man o' yours a taste of his own medicine?"
You ran your tongue over your bottom lip, "I've thought about it, but I'm not going to sink to his level"
He sat back again, taking his hand off you, "Fair enough" he nodded, "But let's just say, for talkin's sake - ya met a guy at a bar" you laughed and he grinned, "now, lemme finish. I was gonna say, ya met a guy at a bar, an' he offered to take ya away an' you could go traveling round the universe w' him - don' need ta stay w' yer man to pay the bills, coz there ain't no bills to pay. Would ya leave him behind and go adverturin, w' the guy from the bar?"
You stared at him for a brief second, "Wait, are you… Are you seriously offering me that?"
"What would ya say?"
"I'd say I should better phone a lawyer and sort out a divorce damn quick" you laughed.
"An' just how quick could ya sort that?"
"My brother's a jawyer, his wife's a judge - I'd say by this time tomorrow I'd be happily divorced. Can you wait that long?"
"Darlin', I can definitely wait that long" he grinned.
26 hours later, you walked back into that bar, suitcase in tow. Yondu stood from his seat at the bar, grinning. "Sorry I'm late" you said, a wide smile across your face.
"I was beginning to worry" he teased. He walked up to you, pulling you into a hug, smirking, "So, ya ready to go adverturin?" he held you at you waist, holding your hips against his.
"So damn ready" You smiled. This was going to be so good.