Interstellar Dance Champ || June & Peter Quill
Maybe asking strange men who were talking about owning space ships and only listening to mix tapes to go dancing with you when you'd never met them wasn't the best plan for most women. But June was more than capable of handling herself. She could kill anyone she liked in about ten seconds with the toxin that flowed through her veins. Even without that, though, June had genetically altered herself to be able to take a hit and give one back twice as hard. If this Star-Lord wanted to try anything, he'd picked the wrong girl.
But once the handsome man started talking about space, how could June not investigate? Just for fun, June would retrieve DNA, usually in the form of hair, from just about anyone she happened to meet. It was almost a ritual by now. June could learn more about someone from their genome than she could from days worth of conversation with them, and she enjoyed that information much less. With their sequence, she could tell the future of their lives practically, find out their allergens and little genetic quirks and use them to her advantage. And if this guy had really been to space, maybe he was an alien, or had something genetically altered out there that June would have never thought of. The possibilities were endless and her curiosity was overwhelming. Plus, he seemed pretty hot, and that didn't hurt.
In her short, white, low cut cocktail dress, June waited at the bar, ordering a shot, which came free of charge, the bartender said, pointing to a guy down the bar. Not the one she was looking for, but June raised her glass and downed it all the same. The glasses didn’t look particularly clean, nothing in the place did really, but that was no bother. June’s saliva was an antiseptic. She altered it awhile back, simply because she hated the tedium of brushing her teeth every night and morning and going to the dentist. A few genes moved here or there and boom, never a problem again. The man who bought her the drink started towards her, his swagger and yellow teeth in his creepy grin making it known that he was drunk and gross before he even reached her. But as he grew closer, June saw the man she believed was Star-Lord walk through the door, looking lost. She made a b-line for him, and saying “you got here just in time, space boy. That man was making his way towards me and I was about to make sure he never creeped towards anyone again,” June finished, linking her arm with his, making a show of it, and leading him towards the bar.