Yondu just kind of wants to look nice. He doesn't really give a damn about a formal event, figures he'll just wander anyway. But he's never really had an excuse to dress up and look nice in his whole damn life, with things that aren't made for fightin' or cheap or what the hell ever.
Maybe it's not great that he found something that brings out his eyes considering what color his eyes are compared to his complexion. But whatever. Someone who's used to slumming it his whole life is being given the chance to look nice and he's going to take it.
Though he might be caught looking at his reflection and occasionally trying to hide the scarred half of his face, just wondering what he'd look like if he wasn't all marked up. It's not a huge deal, but he's never been this dressed up before.
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Professional wallflower hanging around. Yondu lingers around the table for a bit. He'll probably eventually retreat to the music car or something, or just fuck off entirely. But, hell, he's curious. All the parties he's been witness to have involved exuberant Ravagers and this is Not It.
He can't tell if it's calming or boring as hell. But at least there's food.
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Maybe it's not great that he found something that brings out his eyes considering what color his eyes are compared to his complexion. But whatever. Someone who's used to slumming it his whole life is being given the chance to look nice and he's going to take it.
Though he might be caught looking at his reflection and occasionally trying to hide the scarred half of his face, just wondering what he'd look like if he wasn't all marked up. It's not a huge deal, but he's never been this dressed up before.
He can't tell if it's calming or boring as hell. But at least there's food.