Shenanigans!

[phaselocknroll]

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[nostalgiabomb]

... Fair point. [ and the thought makes him cringe. ]

On the one hand, we may have an awesome bazooka by the time our layover is through.

Ooooon the other, they may blow up the planet. It's a toss-up. Hopefully Groot will keep them in line.

[phaselocknroll]

As long as no one gets Mister Torgue involved, I think the planet is safe. Can't say much for the fate of Sanctuary though.

[nostalgiabomb]

-- Mister Torgue? I didn't meet him already, did I?

[phaselocknroll]

No. He runs one of the weapons manufacturers that do business here on Pandora. All Torgue weapons fire explosive ammunition- it's kind of their schtick.

He's... very enthusiastic, but I think you might actually like him.

[nostalgiabomb]

Enthusiastic. Gun manufacturer. Stuff about explosives.

... What I'm basically hearing is keep Rocket the hell away from him. Got it.

[phaselocknroll]

Just don't let him go to the Badass Crater of Badassitude and we'll be good.

[nostalgiabomb]

Badass Crater-- [ He pauses. ] You're messing with me, right? There's no way that's a real thing.

[phaselocknroll]

Oh, it's a real thing. He held some kind of televised competition there. That was a good time.

[nostalgiabomb]

... You know the best people.

[phaselocknroll]

I know, right? [ she laughs again ]

Well, then, how would you like to spend the rest of the evening?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He doesn't miss a beat-- ] In a bed with you, mapping out your tattoos with my tongue.

[ He pauses again, then has the decency to at least pretend to look abashed. ] Sorry, did I say that out loud?

[phaselocknroll]

[ In that moment, Maya's thought processes suddenly go alkjdkjghsigd ]

... Yes, you did.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ His answering shrug is sheepish, as if to say, "Eh, what can you do?" ]

Whoops.

[phaselocknroll]

Do you say things like that to fluster me on purpose?

[nostalgiabomb]

What? No, of course not! Maya, what ever gave you that idea?

[phaselocknroll]

Gee, I don't know. [ she actually pouts for a moment- she never has any idea how to react when he does things like that. Sometimes she manages to actually flirt back and others he makes her brain short circuit. ]

... I suppose I should thank you, though. For being patient with me.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ For once, he doesn't have to ask what she's talking about. Honesty and emotions are tricky territory for him still, but this? Peter is totally at home with this. ]

Hey, no. Nothing to thank me for. When you're ready, I'm ready, and that's all there is to it.

[ But then that wicked look is back on his face, and he leans in close to brush his lips against her neck. ] Can't say I'm not looking forward to it, though.

[phaselocknroll]

[ If it seems like she murmurs in approval and tilts her head a little, it's only because she does. ]

I should warn you that we're going to be hard-pressed for privacy while we're here.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He smiles against her neck. ] I don't mind. I've dabbled in exhibitionism.

[ Is he serious? Is he joking? Who knows! ]

[phaselocknroll]

Peter...

[ she tries her very best to sound stern, but it just doesn't happen. God dammit, he's way too good at this ]

[nostalgiabomb]

Kidding, kidding.

[ But still he's smiling -- because he's an insufferable bastard, because he knows he's good, because he's had enough time to figure out which spots on her neck are most sensitive -- and he presses a kiss just below her ear before pulling back. His fingers draw lazy circles on her hip. ]

Anyway. I'll defer to your wisdom for what we do tonight. I'm happy playing tourist.

[phaselocknroll]

[ She gives him a light shove, shooting him a glare- though it's far from genuine. ]

Let's hit up Moxxi's then, and go from there.

[nostalgiabomb]

Sounds like a good plan. Lead on, my lady.

[phaselocknroll]

[ She takes him by the hand and heads back up the street towards Moxxi's bar, with it's bright lights and loud music. There are slot machines in one corner, a dart board in another with two patrons drunkenly trying to play the game. Moxxi stands behind the bar, and gives Maya a "Hey, sugar" as they walk in. When Maya introduces Peter as her boyfriend, the other woman has enough class to stop leaning on the bar in such a way that really shows off her cleavage.

There's an older gentleman with cybernetic implants- one eye, one arm, and one leg- sitting at the far side of the bar. He tips his hat, and Maya introduces Peter to Sir Hammerlock. ("He's one of the first people I met on Pandora.") The hunter remarks that he had a few things that needed doing around the Wildlife Exploitation Preserve (yes, really) if they were interested. Samples and such to gather for his upcoming almanac on the planet's wildlife.

It pays well, at least, and Maya's always up for shooting some stalkers, so she agrees.

They've got a little time to kill, so Moxxi slides them a couple of drinks ("On the house.") and they sit to chat. ]

Have I ever told you about stalkers before?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He leans backwards against the counter, facing the room -- force of habit, honestly. Every time Peter's in a new bar, he likes to be aware of his surroundings; that, and he doesn't want to accidentally let his eyes wander to a certain bartender's goods. He sticks to idly watches two patrons playing darts. ]

Are we talkin' actual stalkers here, like creepy dudes in the night? Or a new brand of stalker?