[Rocket follows post-haste, though post-haste for him right now is a little bit slower than he'd like to be. He feels terrible, and the cloak is just as much for hiding how pathetic he looks as it is for hiding his identity.
He heads into the alley, wobbling a bit- that's normal! He was just in the bar. What isn't normal is the fact that his voice is hoarse, not slurred. Maybe if he gets right to the point no one will notice.]
This is bullshit. Like okay, sure. Technically we delivered the cargo, but that jackass tricked us.
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He heads into the alley, wobbling a bit- that's normal! He was just in the bar. What isn't normal is the fact that his voice is hoarse, not slurred. Maybe if he gets right to the point no one will notice.]
This is bullshit. Like okay, sure. Technically we delivered the cargo, but that jackass tricked us.