She was becoming more at ease talking to him. That was good, Quill... But as you know by your scars, don't get too ahead of yourself. Keep the pace. "Well, Nikki, my man Luke is very well known, and maybe just a bit better than Star-Lord... But there's a ton of them running around. Leah... Anakin... But there's only one Star-Lord, and you are speaking to him." he gave a nod and smile. "I do have things to learn, but I know more than one might think. I know that guy works the night shift and hates coming home to his nagging wife." He said, pointing his thumb at a local. "I know that guy has a smoking problem, which is weird for his species because he doesn't have lungs." He said pointing to another wanderer. He then shifted his gaze back to Nikki. "and right now, I know you have to be some portion of terran to enjoy an earth delicacy like potatoes, and you're willing to use your certain skills to get some money... You and me aren't that much different from what I see." Peter said with a grin, leaning a bit forward.

"Quill!" A voice shouted through the open door. Peter's face stood frozen, looking at Nikki, then he sighed and bowed his head. "Shit..." He got up, turning to the doors and opening his arms. "Bill! Zapth!" he said with a smile, glaring at the two. "What are you guys doing here? Yondu sent me here on important busine--"

"Yondu did say you had to collect it, Quill... but he also said that you might try some funny business once you're alone. So he sent us to check on ya." An orange skinned man said with a horned nose. They both had on the same icon and color of clothes, but they either wore the vest, or shirt. Peter liked the full coat uniform... mostly because he felt badass.

"Well, you can fly back to him and tell him on going to return the item to our supplier... Why are you two looking at me...? Oh come on. Again?" with that they both pulled out their guns, and backed Quill back to the bar. "Heyheyheyhey, I know I've taken some more units than a should, but this time i'll be able to pay Yondu back! what I have? It'll be worth tens of thousands of units! You tell him i'll be back in a couple of days with the money, we go hit a club, buy some cigars, and sing a few songs." He said, patting both of them on the back.

"That sounds like a good plan... but, we could just knock you out, take the money, and give it back ourselves to make sure."

"You two trying to play the bad boys? The loose cannons? That's my job. Now we can have this bar stay in tact and have you walk away nicely... or we can do this the hard way." After a few seconds, Peter rolled his eyes. "Alright. The hard way." 

He clicked the button on his ear, his helmet forming on his face as he leaned on the bar, stuck out his legs, and activated the jet boots. The impact of the jets sent the two Ravagers flying.