<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 22px"><u>Long Term Booty Call</u> </span><br/>
<span style="font-size: 15px">A Yondu/Quill RP by Roth and Raver Junk</span><br/>
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<div class="bbCodeBlock-content">This RP is set post Gotg2. Yondu is dead. The Guardians have split up to do their own thing. Peter's been left alone to his own devices and he's drawn back to Contraxia to indulge his vices and wallow in his losses.</div>
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</div></div>Contraxia was a cold and lonely hell. Even with all it's slimey, scumbag citizens, sex bots, and tourists, Peter was sure he'd never felt more alone in his life. His crew was gone, the tenuous life of family space travel had take its toll, at least temporarily, on all of them. Indecision on what to do had been the slow crack that eventually became the shattering and everyone went their own ways to whatever it was that had them itching to go. Nebula was off hunting Thanos, Gamora was off hunting Nebula hunting Thanos, Mantis had tagged off with Drax to 'see the world', and Rocket took adolescent Groot off to do some heists in hopes the kid would put down those damn video games for a while. That left him, Star Lord, Legendary Outlaw, Two Time Savior of the Galaxy,  Dance Off Champion, Peter Quill, alone, with nothing to do but be alone.<br/><br/>At first it wasn't so bad. With no one around to scold him for one thing or another, he let it all hang out. He cruised around space with loud music, no pants, and take out containers strewn around everywhere. It was amazing. It was the Risky Business life he'd always wanted to have....and then it got dull. After that he went to planet hopping, looking for places to have a good time, and boy did he ever have a good time! He'd never be able to share his memories because it had all been such a good time that he didn't recall much of it through the drunken state he kept himself in on what he called the "Star Bar Galaxy Crawl Tour", which was too long of a name, for sure, so he eventually just shortened it to the bar crawl.<br/><br/>At first it wasn't so bad. He met a lot of people, did a lot of things, did a lot of people, forgot a lot of things, but eventually, like living the Risky Business life, it got boring and hollow feeling, and he had found himself pulling into a landing bay on Contraxia. Home away from home. That place Yondu used to take his crew whenever they made a big score. The place where Peter tagged behind him even when he was a kid. Who takes a kid to a sin bin like Contraxia anyway? He'd wondered that often, but the answer was always the same. Yondu Udonta, that's who. No other reason need be given.<br/><br/>After working his way through the bars and seedy underground, burning his cash and good reputation, he decided it was time to settle down for a bit, maybe hit the underground network for any word on a score that might bring his credit balance back up a bit. There was a lot of nothing and he found himself spending most of his time in his rented room wondering how someone could be the savor of the galaxy one day, and a miserable useless piece of crap the next. The long boring days gave in to long boring nights; wash, rinse, repeat, until one night as he lay in bed drinking, eating Protein Puff Nuts, and scratching his nuts, the advertisement on the gaudy glaring billboard outside caught his eye. Usually the ads there were for some local hole, a bar, a saloon, a gambling house, or a fight club, but this one was new and caught his eye.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 22px">BORED? LONELY? AFRAID OF BEING JUDGED OR TURNED DOWN AGAIN?<br/>
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