This is a classy place. Low tech, as far as he's concerned, but it's that kind of classy that transcends universal understanding and interplanetary culture. He found it by passing through a doorway in a colony market. And after four different checks to make sure that door would open each time he tried it? He finally let curiosity get the best of him.
So now an old blue bastard is walking the halls, evaluating everything with a gaze that's somewhere between casing a joint and the awe that comes from someone that doesn't usually live in this kind of opulence. At his very luckiest he's slept in a place like this and the bedmate either rushed him out before their significant other could arrive or he slipped out himself. He's acted as a bodyguard at parties in places like this, lurking in the background with violently red eyes scrutinizing all the attendees for threats. He's never belonged to something like this, and he doesn't feel it now.
But there's always that bit of him that wondered. That part that would sometimes dress nicely for a job but then hide the slave-marked side of his face as he looked at himself in a mirror (realistically, hiding what he was is impossible considering how obvious all of his scars are, so he doesn't often even entertain the notion). That part of him that would hold a little bejeweled frog-creature for being both adorable and expensive. All through this venture he makes no effort to speak to anyone, just a little surprised to see what occasionally looks like a Terran to him even if he was nowhere near the world.
He's dragging his fingers along the wallpaper, feeling the texture. It's when he wonders into the small lounge that he tries to pick up one of the exceptionally nice candle-holders and walk off with it that he finds himself unable to. His hand just rests on it, and this unease hits him. And that unease? Hits another whole level of panic. That something's not right. So it's when Yondu's in the middle of trying to make his way back to that door he'd entered through with a quick, anxious stride that he might bump into someone, tension obvious all the way up his spine.
Casino
Once he's settled down, Yondu eventually finds the casino. And he doesn't know how to play a single one of these games. But it's worth learning. Maybe.
Occasionally he gets the odd look, but not as many as he'd expect, what for being blue and generally being a mess. He still doesn't say all that much. Just tries to learn by observing. He's startled out of his intensity, briefly, by being given a drink without even asking for it. Free, for no good reason as far as he can tell.
He sniffs it suspiciously, like he might be able to be drugged or poisoned (in his experience, that's a very real possibility, even with a lightened reputation) before taking a hesitant sip. That danger-colored gaze of his flickers from side-to-side as he considers it, wondering still what's going on here, before muttering, "To hell with it," and tossing back the whole thing.
Okay. So far so good. Normal alcohol. Not dying.
He holds the glass awkwardly, wondering where he's supposed to put this shit now. He carries it uncertainly over to a billiards table. Now this? This looks like something he can do. He'll just watch for a bit and see how the players do this. Maybe then he'll see what he can do.
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So now an old blue bastard is walking the halls, evaluating everything with a gaze that's somewhere between casing a joint and the awe that comes from someone that doesn't usually live in this kind of opulence. At his very luckiest he's slept in a place like this and the bedmate either rushed him out before their significant other could arrive or he slipped out himself. He's acted as a bodyguard at parties in places like this, lurking in the background with violently red eyes scrutinizing all the attendees for threats. He's never belonged to something like this, and he doesn't feel it now.
But there's always that bit of him that wondered. That part that would sometimes dress nicely for a job but then hide the slave-marked side of his face as he looked at himself in a mirror (realistically, hiding what he was is impossible considering how obvious all of his scars are, so he doesn't often even entertain the notion). That part of him that would hold a little bejeweled frog-creature for being both adorable and expensive. All through this venture he makes no effort to speak to anyone, just a little surprised to see what occasionally looks like a Terran to him even if he was nowhere near the world.
He's dragging his fingers along the wallpaper, feeling the texture. It's when he wonders into the small lounge that he tries to pick up one of the exceptionally nice candle-holders and walk off with it that he finds himself unable to. His hand just rests on it, and this unease hits him. And that unease? Hits another whole level of panic. That something's not right. So it's when Yondu's in the middle of trying to make his way back to that door he'd entered through with a quick, anxious stride that he might bump into someone, tension obvious all the way up his spine.
Occasionally he gets the odd look, but not as many as he'd expect, what for being blue and generally being a mess. He still doesn't say all that much. Just tries to learn by observing. He's startled out of his intensity, briefly, by being given a drink without even asking for it. Free, for no good reason as far as he can tell.
He sniffs it suspiciously, like he might be able to be drugged or poisoned (in his experience, that's a very real possibility, even with a lightened reputation) before taking a hesitant sip. That danger-colored gaze of his flickers from side-to-side as he considers it, wondering still what's going on here, before muttering, "To hell with it," and tossing back the whole thing.
Okay. So far so good. Normal alcohol. Not dying.
He holds the glass awkwardly, wondering where he's supposed to put this shit now. He carries it uncertainly over to a billiards table. Now this? This looks like something he can do. He'll just watch for a bit and see how the players do this. Maybe then he'll see what he can do.