Questions of Science || Richard (rchardriders) & Peter (princeofspartax)

princeofspartax:

        [ Peter was scoping out the bar, looking for a possible lay for the night. This is what his life had been reduced to; being on the run of his own father, and worrying about whether or not he was getting laid for the night. The real priorities of Star-Lord. With another swig of his beer bottle, he slams it down on the bar and orders another one before taking another glance around and spotting a familiar face. He blinks repeatedly, trying to make sure what he was seeing wasn’t his brain convincing him the dead were walking among the living now too and he had to add that to list of things to worry about— but the man seemed to be real. Walking over to Richard, Peter stood behind the man for a couple of seconds before speaking. ]

                             ”—Rich?”

He’d been eying the customers and swirling his drink, deciding which one who seemed to be friendlier or more regular at the bar, just in case the bartender wouldn’t talk. Of course, he could just use force, but then again, that would kinda ruin his chances of any other potential leads he might have gotten from the other customers. Richard sipped his drink, glad that it wasn’t like those other space drinks he’d tried. Probably because of the Scotch.

Richard tensed when he heard — No, it couldn’t be. He turned to face that voice. Surprise crossed his face, yet it was full of wary joy. Pete was in front of him. It felt too far too easy. He hadn’t even questioned anyone and somehow Peter was here, right before his eyes.

          “P — Pete?”