#then one of my room mates snored like a broken tractor all night

[fox-of-glass]

Oh hey, happy ides of March! Let's go stap a politician!

#i've have had maybe 8 hours of sleep in the 36 #over night coach #then had to sleep on the floor of the hostel reception #then one of my room mates snored like a broken tractor all night #so i asked if they had a different room for the night #and the guy at the desk put me in a room by myself #that room didn't have a lock or a handel on the door #then i was woken up 4 hours after I fell asleep #by someone working on the door who was bery concerned what i was doing there #i am so tired #by hey #ides of march

[the-cowgirl-bookworm]

Drunken Road Trips and Family Bonding

Chapter 1

Celebrate Good Times

Kraglin is telling the story for what has to be the tenth time, to the tenth different clan leader. "So I see Quill out there, holding Yondu and just bawling. I pulled them both in with the tractor beam and the kid starts crying even harder. The he grabs me!" Kraglin twisted his face, making a mockery of Peter's blubbery sobs. "'Is he dead? Come on, help me!' Kid runs back over to Yondu, who's just getting up, and tackles him down again. Wasn't until Yondu yelled at him to get off and hit him upside the head that he realized the captain wasn't dead!" This is met with a roar of laughter, and hundreds of drinks are raised the air, fifty different languages translating to one thing.

"To Yondu Udonta!"

Every bit of booze is downed, then more roars from the crowd for more booze, more music, more games, more stories. The Ravagers had been celebrating the near death of Yondu and his return to the Ravager fold for nigh on three days, and it was quickly looking to turn into three weeks with the way the news was spreading. Ravager ships were docked all around the galaxy, hundreds of planets filled with leather coated thieves and murderers, who has sworn off those aspects while they celebrated the return of one of their own.

Said returning one was currently sitting at a table above the pit that housed the vast majority of the bar. Surrounded by what he considered his family, Yondu was pounding drinks as fast as the rest of them, had already played ten games of Five Finger Filet with Stakar, the arrow occasionally wobbling as Yondu got drunker and drunker, his whistling slipping and threatening to remove one of Stakar's fingers. It was during the sixth game that a hush had fallen over the bar as a sleek suited Xandarian walked in, her bodyguards flanking her.

Nova Prime had walked calmly through the bar, right up to the makeshift dais. "Yondu Udonta, I am pleased to see you still among the living."

"And why's that, Irani?" Yondu had chuckled, tapering off into a whistle at the end which almost pierced Stakar's pinky.

"Xandar still owes you a great debt." She reached over and picked up whatever rot gut Yondu had been drinking. Sniffing, she downed it in one. The glass thudded back on the table. "And I do so hate when a debt goes unpaid."

Stakar smiled, patting the seat next to him. "I can think of a few ways you can repay it."

A guard immediately whipped his blaster at him. Nova Prime smiled. "Not likely Ogord. But paying for part of your revelry might be a start." She turned to the bar, raising her voice. "Tonight, your drinks are on the Nova Corps!" This is greeted with a yell, quickly followed by a drinking song about a Xandarian woman who had a hundred different partners and how she left one for the next until she had made her way through every species in the galaxy. At that, Nova Prime had joined the high table, and was currently matching Drax drink for drink.

Rocket had scampered up to a high place, drink clutched in one paw as he kept an eye on Groot who was running through the crowd as fast as his feet could carry him. The bartender had somehow managed to make something that a young Flora Colossus could drink. It was really just sugar water colored with different food coloring, but Groot was enjoying it as much as everyone else was enjoying their booze. For every different colored drink, he's sprout flowers and run around the bar passing them out.

Gamora and Nebula, were doing their equivalent of sisterly bonding, namely sparring so intensely that Yondu was surprised they hadn't broken any bones. They were on their third match, back to back as they fended off five mostly drunken Ravagers. Rule was that losers had to buy the winners drinks.

Now Peter, he had barely left Yondu's side all night. Kept reaching over, brushing his fingers across Yondu's shoulder as he got another drink. He was doing it again when Yondu spun around and grabbed his fingers. Hard. "You doin' that again, boy?"

Peter plastered a dopey smile over his equally plastered face. "Can't still quite believe you're here." His eyes darkened. "Don't want to almost lose you again."

The Centaurian snorted. "Lot meaner things than your jackass of a father have gotten closer, now quit touchin' me." He jerked his coat back over himself, the quick movement dislodging Peter's fingers.

Stakar chuckled. "Little family drama there, Udonta?"

"Shove it Ogord." He'd gone back to nursing his drink.

More Ravagers poured into the bar, already in a fine state of inebriation, and the sight of more of their kind only fueled those already here. Rocket ducked out when Groot fell off Nova Prime while braiding flowers into her hair, taking him to the rooms they'd rented before the massive party. Drax was currently passed out under the table, Nova Prime calmly speaking of the charms of Xandar and the honor in serving in the Nova Corps to one of the Ravager's better strategists, whose eyes were staring to drift away from Irani's face and towards the swell of her bust until one of the Xandarian bodyguards brought his blaster up to the table. At that, he suddenly straightened, listening intently.

Nebula and Gamora were being paraded from bar to bar, defeating the top fighters in each clan. And Peter was still by Yondu, unwilling to leave his side. He had a glassy look to his face, occasionally reaching towards Yondu, but quickly pulling his hand back when the other man noticed. He spoke slowly, words slurred as he tried to get them out. "'M glad you ain't dead." He poked the blue man on the arm. "Wasss sssooo scared."

Yondu jerked his arm away. "Gods Quill, you were out there longer than me when we pulled yer ass back in."

"You allmmoossst died."

"So did you." Yondu glared at the Terran. "And did I sit there motherin' ya? No, I whupped yer ass like ya needed."

"You wan' me to kick your ass?" Peter slurred, looking like he could do little more than raise his head off his hand.

"No, I want ya to quit treatin' me like I'm gonna disappear on ya." Yondu tried shifting in his chair, almost upending himself.

Stakar was laughing from where his head rested on the table. "You two got issues."

Every single person in this bar had issues, it came with being part of the Ravagers.

He kept going. "My dad, when he got mad at me and after we settled it, he'd take me out somewhere. Hunting, fishing." Stakar rolled his eyes up, "Whoring, fighting. Stealing was his favorite. He once stole a whole cargo ship, got the crew shit faced and they gave him the key." He kept laughing, until he fell out of his chair and the laughs turned to snores.

Peter smiled. "There's fisshh back in Miss, Missis," he screwed his face up in concentration, "Miss-ou-ri. Terra."

"What, you want to go fishing?" Yondu sneered, feeling the alcohol roiling in his gut. He wasn't drunk enough to get all mushy on the two Quill's he was seeing, but he was getting there.

"Yeah, Gramps he showed me real good spots." He began to describe them, each description getting more and more vague as the drinks kept coming.

Yondu stayed quiet, until he'd drank about four more rounds. Most everyone else had passed out, which meant it wouldn't get out if he acted a little more fatherly towards the boy. 'Sides, a trip to Terra was only thirty jumps, wouldn't be that bad. "You really want to go back to Terra, boy?"

"Yesshhh."

"Keep your damn mouth shut and come on then." Yondu stood, almost fell, then almost fell again when Peter quickly attached himself to Yondu's side. They made their way out as best thy could, which meant they only tripped over five different people, kicked three out of the way, and interrupted one mating ritual. Quill was nearly asleep by the time they reached what was left of the Eclector, and Yondu wasn't far behind. He left the boy on the captain's bunk, and the last thing he remembered was inputing the coordinates for Terra into the autopilot, because at that point the floor was nice and cold and his coat made a good pillow.

Nova Prime watched the ship leave, a small smile on her face.

#guardians of the galaxy #fanfic #fanfiction #yondu udonta #peter quill #groot #rocket racoon #gamora #nebula #kraglin #nova prime #stakar ogord