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WARNING! F-BOMB will be said.
"Guys!" I yelled trying to make my voice be heard over the argument happening at the table. "Grocery shopping really shouldn't be this difficult."
"But I really need what's on my list." Rocket whined pointing at his piece of paper.
"No you don't." Gamora growled ripping the list from him. "What would you do with thirty boxes of-" she squinted turning her head. "I don't even know what that is." She muttered as she wrote other items from Rockets list to hers.
"Whatever." Rocket grumbled leaning back in his seat crossing his arms.
"Well since you," I pointed at Gamora and Drax "have shopping duty this time I'm going to have some drinks." I smirked turning around towards the bay doors.
"Hey! We didn't agree on that!" Drax called from his seat beside Gamora.
"I went last time. It's Rockets turn." Gamora yelled.
"Yup, drinks, I'm in." Rocket chirped as he ran over to me.
"Hey!" Peter called from his seat "I wanna come."
Rolling my eyes I pressed the button for the bay doors "see you guys later."
Smiling wide I walked towards the bar to order myself something strong. These past couple days have been stressful. And I deserve to have a few drinks.
Leaning over the bar waved for the barkeep. "Something strong!" I yelled giving him a wink.
"Hey I almost lost you back there." Peter called from behind me placing a hand on my lower back.
"Mm sorry." I answered taking my drink giving the barkeep a smile as I headed towards an empty booth.
"A double." I heard Peter tell the barkeep before I was out of ear shot.
It's not like I wanted to ignore Peter. It's just I have no idea how to deal with him after that shower scene. If I had my way we would of stayed in that shower until we drained all the hot water. 'NO! Bad Lindsey!' I scolded myself.
Sighing I slid into my booth and looked around the bar. I've been to this place before and it has always been the same. People either trying to get a job, that is normally illegal. Or they are looking for some sort of "company."
Fighting down a gag I took a large sip of my drink and placed it on the table.
"Well hot damn." A gruff masculine voice laughed. "Is that little ole Lindsey."
Groaning I put on a fake smile, I looked up towards the man. "Stark." I nodded.
Well if I thought my day couldn't get anymore stressful my old boss just happened to show up. Mr. Stark, he was a terrible man, didn't care about anybody but him. Hell I didn't even know what species he was. I've never had a decent conversation with him, we were always to busy fighting to ever learn about each other.
"Now girly you look just as good as the day you left my ship with that rodent and tree." He laughed throwing a hand on my shoulder.
Rocket, Groot, and I left his ship because we refused to do some of the "jobs" he wanted us to do... Let's just say Captain Stark here is into trafficking.
"And you are as over weight and disgusting as ever." I seethed sliding out of his hand.
"Now don't be like that." He tsked taking a drink. "How about you come back and we forget about everything that has ever happend." He winked.
"How about I stick my boot up your as-" I growled standing up straight in my booth.
"Hey how's it going." Peter smiled as he slid into the booth beside me.
"Who's this." Stark grumbled pointing a drunk finger at Peter.
"Peter. Peter Quill. You might know me by Starlord." Peter smiled brighter sticking his hand over me to shake Starks finger.
"Who?" Stark questioned looking towards me.
"My uh.. Boss? Friend? Erm yeah.." I sighed downing what was left of my drink.
"No shit!?" Stark chuckled "well I shouldn't be so surprised... With an ass like that." He said as he slapped my upper thigh. "Anybody would take you." He winked towards Peter. Who in returned just glared at him.
Growling I scooted closer to Peter, who in return put an arm around me. "I'm not some piece of ass." I barked to Stark.
"Of course not darling." Stark said downing his drink. "But you use to be." He smirked waving over the waitress. "What do you got her doing for you?" Stark nodded towards Peter as he grabbed three drinks from the waitress and passed them towards us.
"Huh?" Peter asked finishing off his first drink.
"Don't tell me you don't have her working for her keep." Stark said staring towards me. "This little pistol was in charge of keeping my crew and I happy." He grinned sliding into the booth beside me. "And you know what, I rather miss her." He said sticking a dirty hand towards me.
"Don't touch me," I growled pushing my whole body into Peters side. "Those are lies. I would of killed any of you're discussing men if they touched me."
"And that's why I didn't care when you left." He gave us another toothless smile. "Hm. Peter how about we talk payment?"
"Excuse me." Peter glared holding me tighter. "She's not for sale." He looked down towards me "Lindsey handles her own on my ship, I don't ask her, or force her to do anything she doesn't want to do."
"I didn't mean to be rude." He laughed holding up his hands in surrender. "I guess people change." He shrugged "I remember when she would do anything for some units and a place to sleep."
"Fuck you." I growled staring him down. "You can say all the lies you want, but one day you will get what you deserve."
"Sure, sure." Stark hiccuped as he got out of the booth "nice catching up." And that was it. As fast as he appeared he was gone in the mass of people in the bar.
Sighing I leaned back looking up at the ceiling. That probably was the one person I never wanted to see again.
"Wanna talk about it." Peter silently asked as he rubbed the base of my neck.
"Nope." I answered breathing in the musky stench that was in the air.
"Wanna drink so much we black out and forget to pay the tab." Peter smirked.
"Yup." I nodded "that's exactly what we will do." I smiled opening my eyes. "No getting me naked, and in your bed tonight though." I glared up at him, his eyes had the twinkle that only happened when he wasn't making any promises.
"No promises." He shrugged.
"Shots!" I called towards the pretty blonde waitress.
Hot.. Very hot. That's how I woke up the next morning. My head was pounding, my throat felt like sand paper, and my body was on fire. Groaning I buried my face in what I hoped was my own bed. "I'm never drinking again."
"You say that every time." I herd a voice grumble from behind me. "Go back to sleep."
It mumbled pulling me tighter towards him.
I froze looking under the sheets at my naked body and a very muscular forearm firmly wrapped around me under my breasts. "Peter Quill!" I whispered sharply.
"Hey before you put all the blame on me you were the one that took you're clothes off in my bedroom." He chuckled nuzzling my neck.
Groaning I closed my eyes trying to get my body and mind to not betray me. "Why didn't you at least put a shirt on me?" I asked breathing through my nose and out my mouth.
"I was drunk." He shrugged. "I didn't even want to take my clothes off."
"I need clothes." I whispered shoving him away with my elbow.
"It's not like I haven't seen you before." He replied not moving away.
"You're such an asshole." I growled trying to wiggle free.
"At least I'm not the whole ass." He chuckled tickling my sides.
"No stop." I giggled trying to pull away and stay covered.
"How about you two wake up and get y'all's ass up here!" Rocket yelled from up the stairs. "Kinda scared to come down there, we all saw how drunk Lindz was last night. She's most likely naked."
Groaning I dragged my hand down my face. "Shut it Rocket!"
"You shut it!" Rocket snapped back. "I've got a job!"
"Well you should of just said that." Peter yelled jumping out of bed throwing the covers over me. "How about you get dressed now sweetheart, we have no time to be rolling around in the bed." He teased.
"Go away." I whined wrapping myself in the blanket.