“My.. Mom would like you too. I mean, she got a child with a man from space. I'm sure she would also like it if she knows that I have friends from here as well.”
Peter smiled genuinely but soon faded.
“Come to think of it, I wouldn't be able to meet you guys if she were alive.”
‵‵ Hm, she was. . Though, we didn't have many years together, she was the best thing in my life as a kid. ʹʹ
Cue a gentle smile from her, her brown orbs looking into his azure ones.
‵‵ She would have liked you. . .U-Um, since we're such good friends. . . ʹʹ
He's not sure if that's the alcohol speaking or just a normal time with Gamora.
“I'm sure your mother is wonderful as she is.”
Peter spoke softly. He doesn't want to offend her or anything.
Gamora sat next to him, and for once, she let her cold exterior fade into nothing.
She took a sip of her respective drink, letting go of her status as they relaxed with one another.
She looks through the songs, seeing one that she secretly jams to when everyone isn't around.
Gamora presses it, ‘ September ’ beginning to blare through the speakers.
He chuckles and takes the Zune from her. Only switching the playlist to the other ones like in his walkman.
“Here! I think this would be for you.”
He holds his own bottle close to him, taking a lighter sip.
‵‵ N-No! That is ( not ) what I meant to play, Peter. ʹʹ
She crossed her arms, turning away from him as he danced towards her.
Gamora mostly listens to what Peter recommends, this is definitely not something she likes.
@Dancin_Assassin “I... Wouldn't know that. /But/ possibly 95% of all moms in the living existence are nice..”
He bites his inner cheeks.
“Plus everyone assumed you were so....”
He did turn a little bit to her direction as he heard the music change.
It's not bad, it's pretty wild to be honest. And he couldn't help but smirk at her.
“Didn't know you're into that kind of music.”
He'd tease but slowly danced his way towards Gamora.
“I drive the ship.. I'm rarely having alcohol..”
A lousy excuse.
But then again, to prove his point, he'd drink more of the alcohol.
“...I'm not driving now though..”
And a dorky finger gun!
Peter sways his hips with twirl as he approached her and stopped when he's pretty close to her.
He pulled a metallic drawer for the bottles to be placed.