Peter watches Rocket down half the mug, then he glances down at the mug in his own hand. Then, he takes a very, very sedate sip of his drink.
Evidently, Peter’s playing designated driver today, which isn’t particularly surprising. Peter’s the one who suggested drinks; if he minded having to keep an eye on Rocket, he would’ve suggested literally anything else. Chaperoning a trigger-happy, drunken raccoon isn’t exactly the perfect recipe for a relaxing afternoon, but it’s the least he owes the guy. (Peter should’ve been there, after all. He should’ve helped.
Except he was stuck in a fridge for who the fuck knows why, and that guilt quietly twists in his gut.) ]
Fuck those guys.
[ Not exactly his most eloquent comment, but at least he can say it with confidence and a metric fuckton of vitriol. ]
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Peter watches Rocket down half the mug, then he glances down at the mug in his own hand. Then, he takes a very, very sedate sip of his drink.
Evidently, Peter’s playing designated driver today, which isn’t particularly surprising. Peter’s the one who suggested drinks; if he minded having to keep an eye on Rocket, he would’ve suggested literally anything else. Chaperoning a trigger-happy, drunken raccoon isn’t exactly the perfect recipe for a relaxing afternoon, but it’s the least he owes the guy. (Peter should’ve been there, after all. He should’ve helped.
Except he was stuck in a fridge for who the fuck knows why, and that guilt quietly twists in his gut.) ]
Fuck those guys.
[ Not exactly his most eloquent comment, but at least he can say it with confidence and a metric fuckton of vitriol. ]
What were they even trying to find out?