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awesome_mix_vol_21. Spending a fair amount of time out about the stars had given Peter an odd sense of confidence, allowing him to walk up to any and all manner of the fairer sex without a lick of hesitation keeping him at bay. Though the end result was often a cold shoulder, Peter found some bit of entertainment from being able to make at least some conversation with people in the process. When he strikes out hard, he leans in and motions to the woman on his right, cuing in and trying to discuss his woes with the closet ear available.
"She's no Farrah Fawcett. You think she'd be a bit more open about spending some time with a guy that's giving her the time of day. Some people, man."
2. Was he not supposed to do that? That sure was a nice centerpiece sitting on your coffee table. It can't be anything remotely important or valuable, aside from you sentimentality for it. Whatever it might be, it's currently being held over Quill's head by his out-stretched arms. The hunter has a rather dumb-founded look on his face, his eyes darting back and forth now that they are no longer encased by his helmet. There seems to be some bit of confusion here, so perhaps now might be a good time to get some clarification.
"Heeeeey there uhh-.. bro. Bro-ess? I can't see too well right now, ya' know, what with it being so dark in here but since you brought a light I can clearly see that this isn't the.. umm.. what is this- thing! Yeah, thing. This isn't the thing I was lookin' for. But you should be honored, man. Seriously. It's an honor for your goods to even be considered worth my time."
"She's no Farrah Fawcett. You think she'd be a bit more open about spending some time with a guy that's giving her the time of day. Some people, man."
2. Was he not supposed to do that? That sure was a nice centerpiece sitting on your coffee table. It can't be anything remotely important or valuable, aside from you sentimentality for it. Whatever it might be, it's currently being held over Quill's head by his out-stretched arms. The hunter has a rather dumb-founded look on his face, his eyes darting back and forth now that they are no longer encased by his helmet. There seems to be some bit of confusion here, so perhaps now might be a good time to get some clarification.
"Heeeeey there uhh-.. bro. Bro-ess? I can't see too well right now, ya' know, what with it being so dark in here but since you brought a light I can clearly see that this isn't the.. umm.. what is this- thing! Yeah, thing. This isn't the thing I was lookin' for. But you should be honored, man. Seriously. It's an honor for your goods to even be considered worth my time."
