Somehow it doesn’t matter that Peter gave her a warning about Terran alcohol - Gamora managed to forget all about it tonight. She’d had one drink, and another, and another, and if this was any other system she wouldn’t have a problem. But she doesn’t come to Terra all that often - she’s not used to their drinks, and as much as her enhancements give her a helping hand... well, by the time she leaves she’s practically wobbling her way back to the Milano.
She makes it back safely enough, her cheeks a little darker in hue than usual, and it takes her a little longer to find her way inside than it normally would - Rocket probably moved the controls to the entrance, that damn asshole, always trying to mess with her. Everything has a strange, warm glow through her eyes, an uncharacteristic grin on her face as she heads inside to find Peter still awake. “Aw, did you wait up for me?” She laughs as she leans against the wall of the ship, leaning down to pull her boots off and barely managing to catch herself with a surprised whoops! “You know I can take care of myself, Star-boy.”
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