"Heads up! We're inbound." Rocket yelled from the cock pit. Peter walked up the stairs to the cock pit to see they were flying towards a 'planet' of some sort that looked like a robots head. 

"Whoa.." Peter gasped. Drax and Gamora stood in the cockpit behind Quill. 

"What is it?" Drax asked. 

"It's called Knowhere. The severed head of an ancient celestial being. Be wary headed in, rodent. There are no regulations whatsoever here." Gamora stated as they flew the ship through the 'head' and saw smaller ships working on breaking up rock and metal from whatever is left of the ancient being. "Hundreds of years ago, the Tivan Group sent workers in to mine the organic matter within the skull. Bone, brain tissue, spinal fluid. All rare resources highly valued in black markets across the galaxy. It's dangerous and illegal work, suitable only for outlaws." Gamora told the group as they walked through a market-like looking street with a decent crowd of people. 

"Well, I come from a planet of outlaws. Billy the Kid, Bonnie and Clyde, John Stamos." Peter said as-a-matter-of-factly. 

"Sounds like a place which I would like to visit." Drax noted. 

"Yeah, you should." Peter agreed. A bunch of kids came running up to the group. "Watch your wallets." He said. 

"Could you spare any units?" The kids asked each of them. A little girl walked up to Groot and smiled at him. Groot leaned down and held out his hand. A small flower grew, which he then picked and handed it to the girl. (Y/N) saw this and smiled. 

"Get out of here." Peter shooed the kids off and the group continued on.

"Your buyer's in there?" Rocket asked, gesturing to a building with bright colourful lights covering the roof. 

"We are to wait here for his representative." Gamora explained. 

"Get out of here!" A man yelled as he threw out another man from the building. 

"This is no respectable establishment." Drax complained. "What do you expect us to do while we wait?"

Loud music blared through the speakers in the night club/bar. Multiple people sat down, surrounding a large table. They were watching small alien rats being chased and eaten by a larger alien lizard. All the people shouted, cheered and drank alcohol as they watched. Drax sat next to Groot, Groot next to Rocket and Rocket next to (Y/N). "Yahoo!" Rocket cheered. The game continued until the last alien rat was eaten. 

"My Orloni has won, as I win at all things!" Drax yelled. "Now, let's put more of this liquid into out bodies!" 

"That's the first thing you said that wasn't bat-shit crazy!" Rocket laughed as he drank more of his blue alcoholic drink. He turned to (Y/N), "just like old times right?" 

"Yeah! I missed this!" She agreed as she drank as well. Luckily she wasn't a lightweight. (Y/N) had a lot of skills, but one of the most impressive ones is drinking a lot with out getting black-out drunk. 

"Hey, can I tell you something?" Rocket asked her. (Y/N) nodded and took another drink. "I really like-" 

"Hey, pretty birdie." Rocket was interrupted by a larger man sitting next to (Y/N). Yellow skin, tattoos on his arms, old leather jacket and disgusting teeth. (Y/N) didn't even turn around. "Come on, can I buy you a drink? Maybe go for a ride on my bike?" (Y/N) still continued to face Rocket. 

"Not interested." She said bluntly. 

"Oh why not babe?" He asked as he laid a hand on one of her wings. "We can have fun-" He was stopped by (Y/N) grabbing his hand, turning around and holding it in a painful position. 

"I said...I'm not..interested." Then she let go and faced Rocket. The man got up and left. "What were you saying?" (Y/N) asked Rocket.

Rocket's eyes were wide. "Well, uh...I um...really like you. I wasn't able to tell you last time because you were caught." (Y/N) smiled. 

"Dude, I feel the same way." She said. Rocket looked at her in surprise. 

"Really?" 

"Yeah! When I was taken from you guys, I was so worried that I would never be able to see you again... And I really needed a drink." (Y/N) finished before taking another sip of her drink. 

"Glad to have you back." Rocket clinked glasses with (Y/N). 

"One sec." (Y/N) said before heading off to the bathroom. She was gone for less than five minutes and when she came back, she found Rocket and Groot fighting against Drax. "Hey! What the hell is going on?!" She yelled. 

"Stand back woman!" Drax yelled back. 

"Don't you yell at her!" Rocket argued cocking and aiming his gun at Drax. Then Gamora pulled Drax by the arm. 

"Stop it!" Rocket readied his gun before Quill stood in front of him with his arms out. 

"Whoa! Whoa! What are you doing?!" 

"This vermin speaks of affairs he knows nothing about!" Drax complained.

"That is true!" Rocket agreed.

"He has no respect!"

"That is also true!"

"Hold on! Hold on!" Quill intervened but Rocket continued the fight. 

"Keep calling me vermin, tough guy! You just wanna laugh at me like everyone else!"

"Rocket, you're drunk. Alright? No one's laughing at you." Quill explained but Rocket still continued arguing. 

"He thinks I'm some stupid thing! He does!.. Well I didn't ask to get made! I didn't ask to be torn apart and put back together over and over and turn into some...some little monster."

"Rocket, no one's calling you a monster." Quill reassured.

"He called me 'vermin'!" Rocket pointed to Drax. "She called me 'rodent'!" He pointed to Gamora. He inhaled sharply. "Let's see if you can laugh after five or six good shots to your frickin face!" He aimed his gun up at Drax as Drax tried to get out of Gamora's hold. Quill stepped in between them again. 

"No, no, no, no, no!" He stammered. "Four billion units! Rocket! Come on, man. Hey! Suck it up for one more lousy night and you're rich." Rocket breathed heavily for a few seconds before depowering and lowering his gun. 

"Fine... But I can't promise when all this is over I'm not gonna kill every last one of you jerks-" 

"See? That's exactly why none of you have any friends!" Quills pointed out to the group. "Five seconds after you meet somebody, you're already trying to kill them!" Then Drax stepped in. 

"We have travelled, halfway across the quadrant. And Ronan is no closer to being dead." He said before he walked out of the bar. 

"Drax!" Quill called. 

"Let him go. We don't need him." Gamora said. Suddenly, a door near them opened and a pink lady with a white dress was seen. 

"Milady Gamora. I'm here to fetch you for my master."