Or something like that. Good ol' Aerith, last of her race, once dead and now in outer space Marvel land, is absolutely great with parties. She knows how to flirt, she knows enough dance moves, and she's excellent at keeping people entertained-- for the most part. She's also quite adept at selling her role-- which in this case, happens to be the blushing bride of one Peter Quill. Why? There's probably something worth stealing at this party, let's go with that, and she's helping him out. After all, she could use some protection for the evening. Even after cheating death, it just seems that she cannot escape all sorts of pursuers wanting to use her for her planet-speaking magics. Tough luck!
All of that aside, she's positively beaming, holding his arm, making up some story about the first date they went on (she slips in teasing comments about it, too) to a pair of grizzly looking aliens who probably find it quite cute, if they knew anything about Terran courting rituals. She's remembered to slip on a ring just for the occasion, but probably shouldn't have bothered if she knew everyone here would be so... different.
Peter might have more experience with this than her, oops. ]
So anyway, as I was saying-- we're here for the honeymoon. Isn't that right?
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Or something like that. Good ol' Aerith, last of her race, once dead and now in outer space Marvel land, is absolutely great with parties. She knows how to flirt, she knows enough dance moves, and she's excellent at keeping people entertained-- for the most part. She's also quite adept at selling her role-- which in this case, happens to be the blushing bride of one Peter Quill. Why? There's probably something worth stealing at this party, let's go with that, and she's helping him out. After all, she could use some protection for the evening. Even after cheating death, it just seems that she cannot escape all sorts of pursuers wanting to use her for her planet-speaking magics. Tough luck!
All of that aside, she's positively beaming, holding his arm, making up some story about the first date they went on (she slips in teasing comments about it, too) to a pair of grizzly looking aliens who probably find it quite cute, if they knew anything about Terran courting rituals. She's remembered to slip on a ring just for the occasion, but probably shouldn't have bothered if she knew everyone here would be so... different.
Peter might have more experience with this than her, oops. ]
So anyway, as I was saying-- we're here for the honeymoon. Isn't that right?