@beatfreesmysoul
For once, the talkative Terran remained silent, hands still on his hips, head still tilted, eyebrows still raised as he waited out the inevitable ‘but’ that was to come. He should be insulted—as if he weren’t also a professional bullshitter. He could hear the shoe that was about to drop from miles away, and yet Rocket still led him on like he hadn’t a clue. That might even be worse than the eventual admission.
Then the admission came.
Nope. That’s actually worse.
“The Darbian whiskey I literally picked up like, two days ago?! Ah c’mon, Rocket, I actually paid for that, an’ ya didn’t leave me any? That is a crime, yes, confirmed, you have committed one now, congrats!” He exhaled, noting the other’s lowered head before speaking again, tone more long-suffering than annoyed.
“Lemme guess—the Cygnian lager is also gone. And the Glakorian stout. And the Inixian pale ale.”
Rocket's ears lowered as Peter scolded him for not sharing. He indeed did drink up the whiskey and hadn't originally thought anything of it, until he couldn't find anymore of it. For some reason he made him feel particularly crappy that he had disappointed the other. He had a tendency of taking things without asking and no amount of guilt seemed to get him to stop doing it. It was an impulse, one he was accustomed to giving into.
"What do you want me to say? I'm sorry?" Rocket asked, he sounded defensive. "I said the rest of it, not all of it. My stomach is like this big."
Rocket made a shape in the air with his hands which in no way could have held the amount of missing liquor, at least not quickly. He had been drinking more than usual however. Everyone could have guessed he was still dealing with his grief and in having lost his best friend, not that he was talking about it, but the way he was doting on the little grootling in his planter it wasn't hard to tell what was on his mind.
Nonetheless whether he had help draining Peter's reserves or not was besides the point. As far as Rocket knew that liquor was gone.
"I'm sorry Quill, I didn't know it was special," Rocket muttered, "and that isn't a jab or anything. It's just been helping me sleep."
