And Yondu shows up unsurprisingly. Some space dive bar, a place not even a broker would step into. One of those places where touching the wrong surface leaves an uncomfortable feeling on your skin and somehow Yondu still feels right at home.
He orders something akin to beer at the bar, just something to keep himself occupied and look like he belongs. He doesn't drink much. Being remotely tipsy around strangers is a bad call and a good way to end up with a knife in your back.
He's being very wary of that as he turns his mug, staring into it like it has a face, listening carefully and too keen of his surroundings in a way that makes it hard to enjoy things even as there are drunks around the room reveling. What the hell ever. He's here for business anyway.
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He orders something akin to beer at the bar, just something to keep himself occupied and look like he belongs. He doesn't drink much. Being remotely tipsy around strangers is a bad call and a good way to end up with a knife in your back.
He's being very wary of that as he turns his mug, staring into it like it has a face, listening carefully and too keen of his surroundings in a way that makes it hard to enjoy things even as there are drunks around the room reveling. What the hell ever. He's here for business anyway.