Attempt 2 - Quill and Thor Drinking

[st_arlord]

"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.

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[st_ormbreaker]

Thor finishes his drink, pours himself another.

"We know where five of the stones are. We know someone who knows where we can find the sixth. I know where the gauntlet was forged and probably roughly when."

Thor rubs the back of his neck, then settles his hand back around the curve of his glass.

"If they remember when they return, I think they can stop him."

[st_arlord]

"Good," He said.

Quill finally reached for a his drink and downed half of it.

"Then we'll bank on them first," He continued. "Than me second."

[st_ormbreaker]

Thor gives Quill one of his patented, friendly too-hard pats on the shoulder.

"You're all right," he tells him, though he doubts either one of them are.

[st_arlord]

He coughed, but Quill didn't admit it was too hard. He could take whatever Thor threw at him.

"Yeah." He said with a nod. "I am. Super fine."

Quill smiled. He forced it on his lips until it seemed to be natural and he took another draw from his drink.

"Okay," He said suddenly and with enthusiasm. "Let's get back to me beating your butt."

[st_ormbreaker]

SOME TIME LATER

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"I still wonder what makes someone worthy," Thor says, tilting his glass towards Quill. He does that a lot. "I never really figured it out before I lost Mjölnir. Never got to ask my father before he disappeared --" Thor raises his hands and wiggles his fingers. "-- into Odinforce." He says those last few words in a mockingly mysterious voice.

"It's like, thanks, father." But the conversation quickly segues away from Thor's dad and circles back to Mjölnir. "You know, I miss that hammer as much as I miss my own friends. That's what's most ridiculous about this. It's an inanimate object, but I'd do anything to protect it."

[st_arlord]

"No, dude, I get it." He replied with a slight slur. "I used to have this walkman? I loved that thing, man. And then it was destroy and, yeah, sure, Yondu gave me a Zune, but it's not the same, you know? It's like how records sound way better than the CDs here at the inn."

Quill's glass of beer somehow ended up with a straw in it and he was swirling the golden liquid around.

"That hammer was your thing, man." Quill continued. "A part of you. It's okay to miss it."

[st_ormbreaker]

Thor sniffs audibly, then gives Quill a steady pat-pat on his closest shoulder. He's strangely touched by Quill's words. The only person who came close to having some understanding of his loss had been Korg, who had described it as like losing a loved one. Most people would think it dramatic, but Quill at least seemed to get it.

"I'm sorry for your loss," he says. "If I could save your Walkman, I would."

[st_arlord]

If future Rocket were to find out we're bonding, I'd never hear the end of it. Quill didn't think current Rocket could give two craps.

"Maybe your hammer will show up here." He suggested. "People got stuff on Easter, apparently. Maybe that'll happen and you can have Mole-noire back."

[st_ormbreaker]

"Maybe." Thor glances down at Stormbreaker, casually laid out on the top of the bar. It's probably strange of him to imbue personality characteristics into inanimate objects, but he can't help but wonder how Mjölnir might feel if it returned to find itself replaced.

"Mole-noire is better pronunciation than Mew-Mew," Thor comments lightly. "Did I ever tell you about Jane's intern...?"

SOME TIME LATER

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Thor points a single digit at Quill with one hand while he pours them both another drink with the other.

"Pancakes or waffles?"

[st_arlord]

Quill narrowed his eyes defiantly to Thor. This is a trick question. It has to be.

"Waffles," He said. "Definitely waffles. They come with their own separate pouches for syrup and butter."

[st_ormbreaker]

Thor claps his hands together. "Exactly," he says, pointing a finger at Quill. "And they're crispy. I enjoy crispy. Crispy bacon, too."

Obviously, it's time for opinions on breakfast.

"I like it when my fried eggs have those little crispy edges on the end," he says. "But I like my yolk runny. You have to eat the yolk really fast or else it dries out."

Obviously, Thor has very strong opinions on breakfast.

[st_arlord]

"No, dude, see, that's where you're wrong." Quill replied. "Eggs? The best option is scrambled. You can do a lot with scrambled. Eat them as is, put them in a sandwich, make quiche. And it's like, the only thing trustworthy at most buffets."

I can agree on waffles and bacon, but Thor is dead wrong on eggs.

[st_ormbreaker]

"I forgive your lack of bad judgment," Thor says, clearly unwilling to change his position on any breakfast item, but now, especially eggs.

Thor finishes his drink and sets it down with a hard, audible sound.

SOME TIME LATER

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"I'm going to get married some day," Thor pronounces, as if he's just made up his mind. "Probably not to Jane, or to Tony, but to someone." Marrying Tony wasn't exactly an option, not when he had someone he was already involved with back home.

Not that that changed much here with regards to the nature of their relationship, but marriage changed things entirely when you were engaged to someone back home.

Even if there was a decent chance their respective timelines would split off, and the Tony back home -- if he had by some miracle survived -- wouldn't remember a thing about their time here.

[st_arlord]

Quill processed the information shared by Thor slowly since Quill was very drunk by this point. His brain new he received some new, shocking information, but it needed time to catch up.

"Wait," he said finally. "Are you... banging your boss?"

[st_ormbreaker]

Thor squares his shoulders, clearly on the defensive.

"He is not my boss," he says. "I am King of Asgard."

A beat.

"But yes, I am banging him."

Thor looks delightfully pleased/proud at this.

[st_arlord]

"Yeah, but... isn't he like... the King of the Avengers?" Quill asked.

He squinted as he thought about Gamora.

"Maybe I'm not one to talk." He added.

Quill's mind continued to think about it. A good question came to his mind in his drunken stupor.

"I guess that means you have all the right dangley bits, huh?" He said with a vague gesture. And they're probably stupidly impressive

[st_ormbreaker]

"Leader of the Avengers, maybe." Thor's willing to concede that Tony might be his boss in that respect. Ultimately, though, Thor was stubborn enough to do what he wanted if he ever disagreed with Tony, orders or not. He'd already literally strangled the man once when he didn't agree with one of Tony's poor decisions.

Probably not one of Thor's best decisions, either.

And to Quill's query about his dangley bits --

"What, are you hoping to see them?"

[st_arlord]

"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.

[st_ormbreaker]

"No," Thor says with a look that wordlessly says do you truly think in the midst of everything that was going on we had time to discuss your ass?

Thor refills their drinks again, emptying the bottle.

"I am sure my opinion doesn't matter, but I find your posterior satisfactory."

[st_arlord]

"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.

[st_ormbreaker]

"Would you like me to say I'm Very Satisfied?" Thor asks. "I'm not sure why my opinion of your ass matters so much to you, anyway."

[st_arlord]

"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!"

[st_ormbreaker]

"Would you rate my ass satisfactory?" Thor counters. He's already confident of his own skills behavior, and the quality and shape of his own ass. Quill can hardly gauge his skill in the bedroom, but at the least, he could assess his butt.

[st_arlord]

"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.

[st_ormbreaker]

"So you would like the Hulk's posterior," Thor says, nodding sagely. He had gotten a good look at it (along with other key pieces of his anatomy) back on Sakaar. "I can see the appeal. It's not entirely bad. A bit massive, a bit muscular maybe. It's good that you know your preferences."

Thor gives Quill a thumbs up.