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[ Peter glances over to see the offered hand, and he has to set a bottle aside to offer his own. ]

Peter Quill. Folks call me Star-Lord.

[ No, they really don't. Not unless they don't know any better, anyway.

He takes his hand back and glances at what he assumes is the purple fizzy stuff, housed in a clear jug. Peter eyes it dubiously for a second, then, ]

You know, a warning like that almost makes me wanna try it.