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plotted starter for @spaceboundscavenger
Rocket slid his gun onto his back and scooped up Groot, putting him on his shoulder as he left the ship and headed toward the very sketchy-looking bar to meet someone.
“I am Groot,” he chirped from his spot just behind Rocket’s left ear as they approached the door.
“Jeez, yeah, understatement of the century,” Rocket agreed, shaking his head ruefully at the brokendown look of the place.
He wouldn’t even be there but he needed a hard-to-find part and he’d been told that there was one sure way to find it. He hoped the guy he got the info from was to be trusted, though. If not, the gun he’d brought would shoot through a spaceship, much less some idiot trying to scam him.
“In an’ out,” Rocket assured Groot as he shoved through the door into the bar filled with people.
“Smell that?” he asked, taking a deep whiff of the air. “The scum of the galaxy. My kinda people,” he said, chuckling as he walked up to the bar.
“I am Groot,” he said, looking around the room.
“He’ll find us. I told him I’d be the one with the biggest gun in the message I sent. I hope the guy don’t think that’s some kinda metaphor,” Rocket said, hopping up onto a barstool and ordering himself a drink in a loud voice.
“Now we wait.”