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Started May 31, 2019 by @bubblegum

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Desi might as well have melted on the spot. She scanned Quill's face, looking for anything that might betray his genuine voice. Nothing reported back, and instead she found herself once again staring at his lips.

Quill raised an eyebrow at her, smiling a little bit. "If you want to kiss me, I would suggest doing so somewhere else," He advised, gesturing lightly to P.J, Adira, Sherry, and Maverick - who was still rolling around on the floor.

i wanna wanna really wanna crash the wine bottle may i??
Her cheeks tinted pink as she pouted, crossing her arms and death-glaring Sherry; who was directly facing them. Desi trailed a finger over Quill's jaw, barely ghosting over his cheek. "Fine," she acquiesced, still pouting.

(fine)
Sherry raised an eyebrow and spun back around, slowing the ship down slightly and turning on air resistance by flipping a couple switches. "You know what? Fine. We can coast now." They were still partly in the nebula, moving forward at a leisurely pace and parting the brightly colored space clouds one by one.
Quill blushed a little bit, looking down at Desi. "We can go somewhere else if you'd like - we've stopped for today."

Before anyone could react, the transition from hyper speed to coasting made Maverick roll forward with a sickening sound of shattering glass. The wine glass exploded in his arms, amidst the chaos of small pieces lodging themselves - Adira cringed at the thought - into his flesh. Maverick stood, soaked thoroughly with wine and minor cuts scattered around his body, He dramatically fell to his knees; perhaps the entire ship shuttered with him, and sobbed. "My wine!"

(I wonder if we have any stalkers in this? If so, reveal yourselves!)
Everyone jumped a little bit. P.J yanked out her earbuds and whipped her head around with wide eyes, Quill's first action was to pull Desi closer to him, and Sherry let out a shriek of horror.
"Our wine, Maverick! That was our wine!" They exclaimed, holding their hands to their heart.

(If we did they'd probably report us for being high)
"I know!" Maverick cried in horror, not exaggerating one bit. "Our poor poor little bundle of hangovers and intoxicated blackouts!" It was quite amazing he was able to remain articulate, thought Adira.
Kneeling on the ground, Maverick gestured at Sherry to come accompany him. "Our wine bottle's name was Sherb." A little sniffle escaped Maverick's trembling lips. "He died today, in The Late Arrival. Death by me." Another sob. "Rest in peace, Sherb." With a little pat on the glass, Maverick mournfully collected the remaining shards.
He grasped at his shirt, still covered with blotches of wine. "I will cherish your remains from this life into the next."

Sherry raised an eyebrow, not as drunk as Maverick, but went to join him anyway. “Poor Sherb,” They mourned.

Maverick looked a Sherry, a trace of demand in his tone, as he stated: "We need alcohol. We need more alcohol." It was imperative that Sherry understood this fact, as basic as the alphabet or counting.
Desi didn't move from the couch as she relished the tighter hold Quill had on her.
Adira traded an amused understanding with P.J, watching the entire situation unfold. Before either moved, Adira snatched the camera once more, and took a photo of Maverick and Sherry leaning over the wine glass. Or Sherb. She couldn't stop the snort that came out while watching them carry a funeral for the wine glass.

(I mean, I would do it)
Sherry nodded. "I have some in my room, and in the pantry, of course, but that was a really good brand." They sighed and shook their head.
P.J rolled her eyes. "You're going to have to clean that mess up. I've been using my powers way more than usual all day, so I am not staying up late for that." She turned back around.
Quill released her slightly after the initial shock was over, looking down at her. "You okay?"

(Exactly)
Affirming Sherry's observation, Maverick agreed, "Such a waste. Are there better brands in other galaxies?" A cheeky grin accompanied by a suggestive light had everyone riling up. "And P.J, there are plenty of other messes I can think of, and I will always clean them up."
Adira groaned, adjusting herself by leaning back. Coasting provided her a much easier ride. The gases outside the ship's windows adorned flashes of neon colors, forming a mosaic of natural phenomenon.
"I'm alright," Desi snuggled in. Her eyes snagged on the windows, and she gasped, "Look! It's so beautiful! The nebula." Desiree bounced in happiness, a bubble of laughter at the smallest joys. Her curls flounced around her as she eagerly pressed herself against a window, much like a child.

P.J rolled her eyes with a huff, standing and putting her earbuds back in. "I'm going to my cabin. Knock three times for entry." She stalked off to the door of the nose, opened it and walked off, slamming it behind her. Sherry didn't seem to notice, instead responding to Maverick.
"There are…maybe we can go again tomorrow."

Quill grinned, shifting himself on the couch so as to stay turned towards Desi. Jeeeeesus freaking christ she's adorable, he thought to himself, tilting his head and just watching her.

Adira saucily strutted up to P.J's cabin and knocked twice. She came back, flopping herself on the ground. "There's nothing to dooo," she whined.
"I could change that for you."
Adira left without a word. She found herself at P.J's door again, knocked twice, returned to the nose. She kept up this pattern, desperately trying to sate her overwhelming boredom.
Desi was still 'ooh'ing and 'ah'ing at the nebula gases, completely oblivious to the rest of the spaceship. "Guys! We're exiting the nebula!"

P.J leaned against the door and flickered herself invisible while flipping through her numerous earthen magazines, something she'd been wanting to do for a while. She would be ready for Adira when she came back.
Sherry, meanwhile, was busy flipping off switches and dismantling buttons, pressing a button that was labeled 'Autopilot', and another that encased the entire control board in a plastic case.
"Well, folks, that's all. That's a wrap. See you tomorrow, I'm going to pass out in my cabin now," He waved the others goodbye and shut the door of the nose behind him, going to his cabin.

"They know, Desi," Quill told her with a little laugh, turning her to the rest of the nose gently. "Most of them are gone."

Maverick wearily trotted to a guest cabin, a very pathetic action viewed by Adira. She now realized that she was alone with Desiree and Quill. With a smirk she headed back off to P.J's cabin. Knocked twice, again.
Desiree looked up at him. "Everyone's gone now." Her voice quieted to a whisper. "Except us."

P.J dropped the magazines, opened the door, and grabbed Adira by the shoulders, the sudden action making her visible. "What do you want?"

"Yep," He agreed lamely, sitting back down normally on the couch and bringing Desi with him. "What now?"

"Hi!" Adira exclaimed, faking brightness. "Am I allowed entry?"

"Well…" her eyes darted between the ship and Quill, nervously fidgeting on the couch. "Can I- can we- where's your cabin?" Her anxious self quickly changed the topic to a much safer subject.

"Absolutely not," P.J told her, sighing and opening the door anyway. "What do you want?" She repeated.

"On the far side of the ship, near the generators. Do you want to go there?" He asked gently, not wanting to push her.

"Nothing," Adira shrugged. "It's just fun annoying you. Plus-" she casually held up the gun. "I still have this. Good night!" With a cheeky grin, she darted to her guest cabin.

Desi dumbly nodded, not expecting the offer. "I don't do well, sleeping alone," she swallowed. "But you already knew that."

P.J scoffed as she slammed the door behind Adira, a bit of rust flaking off of it. She hadn't cleaned the thing in years and doubted she ever would.

"Yeah, I knew that," Quill admitted with a small smile. "So…do you want to go there now?"

Adira jumped on her bed, feeling unnaturally accomplished with the day- wait. Yeah, everything had occurred in just one day, hadn't it? She flicked her gun a few times before tucking it between the mattress and wall.
As usual, before bed, a longing filled her with need. She closed her eyes, fighting the urge of self-pity. Tonight was just like any other night, except for the craft providing a soothing cradle she'd never experienced. No one tucked her in, turned off her light, wished her a good night. Maybe that was her subconscious motive for telling P.J goodnight. It's just like any other night. Her striking blue eyes closed with that thought. Just any… other… night…

"Ok," her voice shook as butterflies prattled over her stomach. Desi rested her head on Quill's shoulder, too comfy to move first.

P.J flopped onto her own bed, reaching out to turn off the light, no candle needed tonight. She sighed and rolled over, slipping her jacket off in the process and throwing it against a chair.
Sherry, as expected, was passed out on his bed in his cabin.

Smiling a little, Quill stood, one arm wrapped around Desi's waist and another supporting her leg, carrying her up and out of the nose.

Desi could've died an ecstatic teenager with Quill holding her. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she tucked her head into his chest, watching the universe - quite literally - pass by through the windows. It was so pretty up here. Calm, too.

Quill hummed a little bit as they walked through the ship. Numerous hallways, a couple flights of stairs, and even one fire pole later, they arrived at a door marked 'Quillon'. "This is it."

"Quillon," she murmured, feeling the name on her tongue. "I really barely know you," she said with a light laugh. Desi examined the door once more, before hooking her left arm around his neck and shoving open the door.