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Attempt 2 - Quill and Thor Drinking
"And another thing -" He continued. "Why is it always the guy's fault when you run out of toilet paper? Girls use toilet paper like, way more than guys do and yet somehow we're always to blame."
He couldn't remember what they had been talking about except they had been talking about women giving them difficult times. Quill down the rest of his drink and presented his empty glass to Thor to fill. Thor told him that he lost last time. Quill had very little memory after talking about Thanos, but he was sure that Thor was equally as drunk. This time he was determined to have the God of Thunder pass out first.
He couldn't remember what they had been talking about except they had been talking about women giving them difficult times. Quill down the rest of his drink and presented his empty glass to Thor to fill. Thor told him that he lost last time. Quill had very little memory after talking about Thanos, but he was sure that Thor was equally as drunk. This time he was determined to have the God of Thunder pass out first.
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"Uh, no" He replied quickly to Thor. "I have my own, thank you and they are pretty stellar, if I do say so myself."
Quill suppressed a not-so-charming burp.
"And I do," he said. "Say so..... about my junk."
He blinked and reached for his drink which he realized was empty.
"What about my junk in my trunk?" He asked. "Did Gamora say something about my ass before you left?"
Quill shifted on his seat as he tried to look at his own rear-end.
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Thor refills their drinks again, emptying the bottle.
"I am sure my opinion doesn't matter, but I find your posterior satisfactory."
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"Satisfactory?" He repeated and then groaned. "Satisfactory is not even the top choice on a MacDonald's survey. It's like, average. No one wants an average butt."
Quill pouted.
"Guess I'm going to have to do more squats at the gym," He said resolutely.
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"It doesn't," He said defensively. "But when you tell another dude his ass is only satisfactory, then it starts to matter. Would you like someone to rate you in bed as 'satisfactory'? I think not!"
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"What?" He said defensively.
Quill paused and then he glanced to Thor's rear-end.
"I mean. Maybe. If I was into that sort of thing." He said. "I prefer mine... you know................green."
Quill was thankful to find an excuse to not like Thor's ass too much.
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Thor gives Quill a thumbs up.
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Quill had never seen the Hulk, so he would have to go on Thor's word, but he had a feeling someone named 'The Hulk' would not be his type.
He reached for his drink and drank a large sum of alcohol, and then burped. He had been starting to sway more on the stool as the night progressed.
"You know what I realized?" He said. "Never looked at any of the other Guardian's butts. Is that weird? I mean, except for Drax, but that wasn't by choice."
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"You are?" He asked. Now I'm going to totally just watch Thor to see him look at other people's asses. Great. "I think I'm more a boob guy."
He furrowed his brow thoughtfully. He thought about it long and hard.
"Yep." He concluded. "Boob guy."
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Thor flexes a sleeveless arm for Quill's amusement.
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"I can do that too, you know." He said with drunken jealousy.
Quill lifted his own arm up. He had a long sleeve shirt on so even if he could compare to Thor, it would be less impressive. While Quill was muscular, he couldn't compare to Thor in many ways.
He flexed his arm.
"See?" He said.
Lifted his arm threw Quill off balance. He wavered on his seat and then started to tumble to the floor.
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When he pulls his hands away, it's not very far, as if he's expecting that Quill might topple over again. When he doesn't immediately plow over, Thor withdraws his hands entirely.
"I'm cutting you off," he says, directing a finger at Quill.
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"What?!" He almost shouted in surprise. "You can't do that! This is a contest."
Quill was pouting like a child.
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"I think, tech-ni-ca-lly," he said, working through the long word and then pointing. "YOU lose because you're calling the whole thing off."
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"Pfft. You wish." He said.
Quill didn't really mean what he said, but a come back felt appropriate.
"I beat Thor!" He shouted triumphantly.
The bar was empty save them, so the victory shout went unnoticed. He spun on the stool and lifted his arms and began falling forward. He caught himself momentarily with his feet. For a few seconds, at least, Quill was upright and standing.
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"I'm carrying you up to your room," he tells him,in a tone that broaches no argument. "I can either carry you on my back if you're amenable, or carry you under one arm if you elect to resist. You're going to look far sillier with one method of transport than the other. I suggest you choose wisely."
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He narrowed his eyes as he tried to picture Thor carrying him. All he can think of right now is the princess carry and he didn't want that.
"Which one is the less... the less one?" He asked.
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He nodded solemnly. He moved and crouched.
"Alright," he said and gestured to his back. "Climb on."
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"Stay still, and I'll get you up to your room soon enough."
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Suddenly Quill figured out he wasn't on the ground anymore.
He was quiet a lot of the walk to the room. The more he was in the state, the more his stomach churned.
"Thor ..." He said and then burped.
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