He can smell it the moment he's walking through the music car. If the Centaurian version of god is real perhaps in this afterlife Yondu has atoned enough that he deserves a goddamn drink. He's not really expecting anything Jovial out of this drinking party, not like his boys planetside, not with everything people saw. But he doesn't much care and just wants to wet his whistle after all that.
There's a bottle of something he can't identify. Terran stuff. He doesn't care. It's going in his face. Is it poisonous? He doesn't know. It could be. Might as well scald out his insides in celebration of the world being slightly less wierd.
He pours himself a mug (yes, a whole mug from the kitchen, that probably still has tea flavor in it) and wanders over to snag a couple of the earphones and review the music, see if there's any songs or names familiar to what he used to listen to. He's both missing Peter more than before and feeling guilty as hell about how that whole situation went. He could have done better, he's seen himself do better, and half of his crew were asshats really didn't deserve placating by him pretending Quill meant nothing to him.
Hindsight is bad enough in 20/20 but this shit is under a microscope.
"Hey, do you know what the name of this song is?" he asks someone nearby, before whistling a little of it. He's heard it before, he just can't recall the name and right now he's really feeling it.
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There's a bottle of something he can't identify. Terran stuff. He doesn't care. It's going in his face. Is it poisonous? He doesn't know. It could be. Might as well scald out his insides in celebration of the world being slightly less wierd.
He pours himself a mug (yes, a whole mug from the kitchen, that probably still has tea flavor in it) and wanders over to snag a couple of the earphones and review the music, see if there's any songs or names familiar to what he used to listen to. He's both missing Peter more than before and feeling guilty as hell about how that whole situation went. He could have done better, he's seen himself do better, and half of his crew were asshats really didn't deserve placating by him pretending Quill meant nothing to him.
Hindsight is bad enough in 20/20 but this shit is under a microscope.
"Hey, do you know what the name of this song is?" he asks someone nearby, before whistling a little of it. He's heard it before, he just can't recall the name and right now he's really feeling it.