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Earth wasn't how he remembered it.

It had been a while since he'd been back, but even then, it sure seemed a lot more. Flashy and newfangled. He'd only been back cause of a few possible job leads and he was strapped for money at the moment, so he'd take anything he could get his hands on. Or hell, any leads to things he could possibly swipe to sell would be good too.

Of course when he'd gone to the bar in the city he'd docked at, Peter hadn't expected someone else to swipe something off him. Trying to get back his wallet from a few no name thugs ends up not going his way, hefted up by the collar of his pretty awesome red coat, he'll get chucked into a nearby table, sweeping it clear of any drinks.

Landing on the other side of said table, Peter swears, getting up and getting a pin point on the assholes who'd thought it would be cool to start a fight.

"HEY! Turd gobbler!" He shouts, "Yeah you! Give me back my wallet!" Don't mind if he just walks up onto the table and back over it, as one of the guys comes at him. Swing and a miss as Peter ducks and punches the dude right in the junk... and yoinks his wallet out of the guy's pant pocket and stuffs it into his coat.

"Thanks pal. Put some ice on that and take a break, alright?" And with a smile he'll turn to leave, until he's punched square in the face and falls back into someone. Perhaps a someone who'd been sitting at the table initially?

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Kirk couldn't wait to get off of Earth.

He had been here way too long in his opinion. He had been born out among the stars and that was where he needed to be. That was where he belonged. No one could really tell it was what he wanted with the way he acted. Even while somehow managing to make the top scores in his classes despite skipping those classes and giving himself a less than respectable reputation among students.

As demonstrated by his activities tonight; in a bar, chatting up a few pretty cadets from Engineering. They were close friends, roommates, and one of them had a tail. Things were going good - and looking even better - before some random asshole lands on their table and Kirk is barely pushing himself and the girl closest to him out of the way in time.

He is staring at the guy as he gets up, wanting to hit him himself when the jerk is already going back to the guys that threw him into the table. Dumbass.

And then, before he can help the girls he had been chatting up, check them for glass or anything, he gets a solid body thrown into him. He nearly loses his balance before grabbing the guy by the shoulders from behind and shoving him off.

"What the fuck, man?! Get the fuck off!"

"Wow. I'm fine by the way. Thanks." Peter shoots back sarcastically at the guy he'd been knocked into. His voice a bit muffled as he's holding his nose, hurts like a son of a bitch, bleeding too. Just great.

Back up on his feet, he's barely getting a glance back at the guy behind him when another punch is thrown and he dodges it, then shoving his landing cushion out of the way. That would be you Kirk. He's backed up against the booth when suddenly he'll rocket up out of the way, the guy trying to hit him slamming face first into it and knocking himself out. Peter will land on the table top, striking a pose and looking down at the guy.

"Anyone else?" He'll call out, before a bottle of something alcoholic comes sailing towards his head, which he manages to duck right before it slams into the side of his face. He'd rather not have glass embedded into his head thanks.

"You know I wasn't being serious when I asked that right?" A little laugh leaves him and he'll hold his hands up a bit. A couple guys that were friends of the one who was now knocked out make a grab for Peter, shoving Kirk out of the way roughly. Seeing that he's attracted more trouble, Peter goes to jump off the table to make a run for it, but one of the dudes manages to grab his ankle, which has him landing stomach first on the table. Knocking the breath out of him a bit, he doesn't struggle as much, but when he can't get free, he'll let the rockets go again, which burn the one holding onto him a bit.

Yelping, the guy rears back, letting Peter go, but curses and tells the other dude with him to grab the 'stupid terran'. Said stupid terran is scrabbling up off the table and making a go for the exit now.

Sorry, Peter, but you've pretty much botched Jim's night. He's a bit pissed. But then he sees what this dumbass can actually do ( fuckin' rockets) and yeah, he's pretty impressed. Until he's shoved out of the way and Jim can't help getting more mad at these other guys because this is hardly a fair fight.

So he's taking a chair and bashes it onto the one that look like he might actually grab Peter. It smashes apart pretty fantastically and Jim is smirking before ducking a fist that would have connected to his face.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I thought this was a fight anyone could join."

For your information, he has this perfectly under control, whatever your name is. When he hears someone else join the fray, Peter turns to stop and have a look, seeing that guy from before. Or he thinks it is. He'd not gotten a good look after all, but sounds like him sure enough.

Kirk better be good at ducking and weaving, as the guy he'd broken the chair over is not having any of that. It had gotten him good, but it had also pissed him off quite a bit. The other thug who now has a nicely burned hand goes after Peter again, just upturning and shoving the table out of the way. People are moving to get out of the way at this point, screaming and calling for someone to break the fight up.

"You know, persistence is considered a virtue, but I really think you need to just call it a night, buddy." Peter quips at the guy coming his way now, in a public place like this he really didn't want to pull out a weapon, but this was getting ridiculous, so out comes one of his guns, set to stun and he'll fire off a well aimed shot, hitting the dude square in the chest. He drops like he's made of stone, hard. Body spasming a bit from the electricity that just hit him, the guy stays down, but Peter is a bitch and gives him another shot.

Just to make sure he won't get up until he's gone. Everyone is rightly making a lot of space around Peter after he pulled the gun out, thinking he's a maniac at this point. No, no not really. Just would like to keep his skin on him, thanks. The other guy is crowding Kirk real hard, keeping right on him, taking hits and giving them just as hard too. Peter watches, pondering if he should interfere or leave before things get out of hand again.

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Kirk is so busy with the gorilla after him that he actually misses Peter's trick with his gun. He's got a cut under his eye (it'll be a shiner in the morning), one on his lip and he can feel the blood running down his chin as he takes another punch and delivers another one that splits two of his knuckles.

But of course the asshole isn't easing up so Kirk manages to grab his shirt and brings him in for a head-butt. He sees stars but it's enough to knock the other guy backward and onto another table. But he's taking Kirk with him. The combined weight causes the table to break under them and they are rolling out on the floor.

Jim ends up on his back and the other guy on top of him, hands going for his neck. That was a first, surprisingly. Usually, in these bar brawls, the other fuck knows strangling is reserved for outside the bar.

Okay okay, alright. He'll go interfere.

This was getting to be a bit much after all. Poor guy's face was going to be roast beef soon if he didn't help him out. Getting a running start, he'll jump, hitting the rocket boosters just as he does, giving him some nice air and leverage as he comes down right where he needs to--

Kicking the strangler right in the side of the head, dislodging him off Kirk.

"Your mama never taught you boys to keep your hands to yourselves, huh?" He's just full of sassy retorts tonight. As the guy starts to get up, telling Peter just what he plans on doing to him, the ravager will just laugh.

"No please. Don't get up." And blam blam, he shoots him like he did the other thug. Another one down for the count! Bringing the gun up to his mouth, he'll blow at it, like some old fashioned cowboy. What a loser. Once he's done posing and being an idiot, he'll go see how that dude was that had been getting strangled. Standing over Kirk he looks down at him, making a little face that indicates Kirk looks a bit rough.

"That was uh, impressive. What you did with your face." Let it get fucked up that is. Still, Peter offers him a hand up, not before there are some bouncer type figures busting in and taking in the scene. They'll make for the both of them, dragging them to the exit and tossing them out of the establishment.

Rude.

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Kirk just remains where he is, coughing and trying not to pass out as he tries to get more air into his lungs. He looks up at Peter and has a heard time figuring out which one to look at.

"I've got a hard head. Decided to put it to some use."

He sees he's being offered a hand but has a hard time grabbing it at first. He's seeing at least three of them reaching down for him. But he'd roughly grabbed up by someone else and, before he knows it,, is being tossed outside and hits a parked car. And then falls back down on his ass.

This was just a great night.

Peter is next, tossed right out the door like a sack of potatoes. Kirk lands first, but then he lands on Kirk. Makes for a slightly softer landing. Sorry for being kind of positioned on top of you between your supple thighs.

This would be sexy if both their faces weren't smashed in.

"You make a better pillow than punching bag I think." He'll roll off Kirk and push himself up, sitting beside him.

"And c'mon, I didn't even get to have a drink."

Kirk gives a little moan at Peter landing on top of him like that, sounding less pained and more... the opposite. After the other man rolls off, he's keeping his eyes closed on the off chance the world around him might stop spinning.

"You're not the first person to tell me that, to be honest."

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Okay that moan was completely unacceptable, sir. He'll let it slide this time.

"... so you frequently let people punch you in the face and then cuddle with you? Because that's fucked up, man." Just saying. Just gonna sit here for a second, before pushing himself up, patting down his coat and making sure he has everything. Then he offers a hand down to the other guy again, this time there are no big bouncers to help Kirk up first.

Kirk makes a face, "What you just did does not constitute as "cuddling". And how did cuddling factor into this anyway?" Because seriously. You're a weird man, Quill.

But he takes the offered hand this time, grunting out a "thanks" once he gets on his feet.

"Hey I don't know what you do with your pillows, but I enjoy a bit of cuddling with mine." He's not afraid to admit it. He's a big man, who loves soft squishy things.

"Look like you need a stiff drink." I mean, have you seen your face? Pretty rough.

Jim has to use the car to lean against for support but is amused at the honesty. But maybe it shouldn't come as such a surprise. He was... different from most people Jim had met.

Smirking, "I bet." He doesn't bother making a distinction for which statement he's referring to.

He gives Peter a once over before deciding why the hell not, "Roommate's got a new bottle of whiskey." After the night he had had, girls gone (so much for that threesome), was stuck outside with this guy and no drink, Bones' wrath didn't seem like anything to worry about at this phase.

"Also got first aid kit if you want to fix up that nose."

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He's not your average human, that's for sure. He grew up surrounded by alien space pirates. Peter is an odd duckling.

At the mention of whiskey and fixing up his smashed in nose, he'll give a look to the guy with the raw beef face... and squint at him. Was this dude cruising him? Because he knows he's good looking okay, even bleeding from his nose, but women were kind of his thing.

"I'm flattered, dude, and you're... okay looking, for a guy with a face that's smashed to hell--"

Jim makes a face at him for that - as much as said smashed face will allow him to do that - and gives a little laugh, rolling back on the car where his back was against it. He gives the most dramatic of sighs.

"Oh, how will I ever survive such harsh rejection."

He then levels Peter with a flat look, "Didn't know offering a drink and another means of medical care outside of a hospital was now being equated with "I wanna bang". And I'm pretty good at knowing all the different ways of saying that..." He's kind of an expert.

But then he shrugs and pushes himself off the car, "But hey. Whatever." He gives a distracted sort of wave as he's trying to spot the way out of the parking lot, taking a few unsteady steps as he's going, "Try not to get kicked out of another bar."

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"The drink thing typically is for me." Hey, baby, you wanna drink. Wanna join me in my space ship? Let's do the bed sheet boogie.

...

Hey, where was he going?

"Whoa! I didn't say no to the booze, man! Just no to the other thing!" That sex thing, because he just assumed. Just gonna come and join Kirk now, getting right up beside him and put an arm around his back, letting him lean on him a bit if he needs to.

"Besides you can't walk straight as it is." He gets them out of the parking lot and flags down a cab, fucking hovering car, nuts. He missed all that shit not being here.

"He's got the address." Peter points to his new buddy, herding him into the cab. No protests, mister.

"I was offering to help fix your nose, dumbass. I can find way cuter guys to bang than you." So there. Get off it now. Goober. That was somehow taller than him. And what the fuck touching him after being all 'no homo'. Mixed signals, Quail-bird.

He makes a face, "I can walk just fine." Followed by, "You're paying for this ride since you got your wallet back."

He's sprawling out in the backseat with a groan, thigh pressing against Peter's as he gives the address. As the car drives on, "I got a roommate. We need to be quiet because he's really fuckin' crabby if you wake him up."

Excuse you. Since when did being 'no homo' mean he couldn't help a dude to a car? And for saying you can find cuter dudes to bang, you sure are trying so hard to not touch him back.

"Yeah fine. It might slightly be my fault you got your head bashed in. I guess I can cough up a few units." His eyes wander to the thigh pressed to his. Warm and inviting... Peter, now is not the time to think about feeling someone up. Not when you're both hurt and miserable.

Actually maybe it's THE BEST time. Distract from the pain and all. He could just slide his gloved hand right along the inside of Kirk's thigh, rubbing, groping, sliiiding upwards... wait whoa. Um. Stop staring intently at said dude's thigh/dick region while pondering this course of action, Peter. Just gonna awkwardly clear his throat and look out the window.

"Yeah yeah, quiet."

Hey, all is fair in flirting and mixed signals, yo. Jim was skilled in this game, too. That and Kirk is a weird combination of rude and stubborn with rejection (as cadet Uhura can testify).

He doesn't make the mistake of snorting again, just makes a different rude noise at "slightly" and leans against Peter a little more without realizing it, "Much obliged, rocket boots." He doesn't even notice Peter looking at his lower regions.

Although he wouldn't blame him for it. He knows he looks good.

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Yes, you look real good right now. Blood all over your face. Super sexy, Kirk.

"You didn't have to start throwing punches, man. I had shit under control." As for the other guy leaning against him more, well. He knows he's comfy, no shame in admitting it. Good pillow, that's him.

"Though hell, I've got my own ship. We don't need to be quiet there." Is that a come on? If Kirk were a sexy thing with some tits, totally, right now he's still not even sure if it's a come on. He's just saying. There is no need to go back to a place with a quiet rule set in place. Lame.

Yes, he is. Thank you for noticing, Peter.

"Yeah, whatever. I only helped you from getting jumped from behind but if you wanna look at it like--" But then he's distracted by that latter comment. Because it really did sound like a come on.

He turns his head to glance at Peter, grinning, "You askin' me to come on your ship?"

Oh don't you grin, sir.

"I'm informing you of a better option." Totally not hitting on you. Don't get cocky.

Too late. Grinning and will continue to.

"Oh, so you're an informant now?"

Have a bit of a hard nudge.

"Hey, I just know where the party could keep rockin'. But if you want a boring party..."

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