Angelina get yourself over here

"Well that was eventful," Adira smirked at Maverick's dumbfounded expression. He couldn't decide whether to thank P.J or to scream at the lot for throwing him into that hell, laughing. In fact, he didn't trust P.J enough to stand next to her - for fear of her teleporting him right back to the arena as a joke.

"Okay," she whispered, because it was the only thing she understood. Suddenly, the pool seemed very confining and the floats around them like mockery of what they were supposed to do. Feeling extremely childish, Desi gathered the water around her, loving and hating the absence of his hands on her waist. "I want this to be something more than friendship, but don't move too quickly," she decided. At the same time, the mantra in her head had quieted as she acknowledged the words she'd spoken.

“Alright.” Sherry stood and looked down at the rest of them. “We should probably start getting back now.”

“Okay. That’s fine.” Quill nodded, smiling softly at her. “I can imagine they’re all coming back now, so…do you want to clean all this up?”

"Aww," Adira commented. "But there's so many other fun activities we could do…" she trailed off, reluctantly following Sherry back to the ship.
Maverick, it seemed, had slightly recovered because: "Care to elaborate on 'fun activities'?" Maverick had now made a plan to annoy everyone as much as possible - it'd probably do him more harm than good in the future, but at the moment he wanted to get vengeance.

Desi nodded her head shyly, feeling lighter than air. Her emotions even prompted her to flick some water in his face, for good measure, before squealing away to the other side of the pool.

P.J sighed and flickered herself invisible so as not to get annoyed by Maverick, grabbed Sherry’s hand and pulled them along the plain back towards the ship.

Heccx, tHaT’s adorable, Quill thought to himself, laughing and splashing a little water in her face before getting out of the pool and walking over to her side. “Want help up?”

Adira watched P.J's transformation in envy. If only she could disappear anytime, anywhere, into a shadow or completely invisible. No, she was stuck with this idiot. Maverick was thoroughly pissed with them, but he didn't even know the half of it.
Adira decided to withhold the valuable information that Sherry had captured every single moment on his camera. That could be revealed later, along with threats of blackmail.

Blushing, Desi accepted the offer with a timid smile. Her eyes shone brightly - she would cherish this ship forever. She still couldn't let go of how Quill looked with the water dripping- no no no. Bad brain.

P.J nudged Sherry, tapping their camera with an invisible finger. “Can you save some of those onto my computer? You know, for reasons.”
Sherry nodded without complaint, starting to go through a couple of them with a little clicking noise.

Quill grinned as he got Desi out of the pool, pressing the button again that returned everything back to normal - and also caused a very high wind to whizz through the ship with the intent of drying them quickly.

Adira and Maverick lagged behind, the latter by choice, the former trying to change paces; to rid herself of him. As the ship came into view she forgot the game they were playing and sidled up to Sherry and P.J. "Get me some of those pictures, too," she whispered.

Desi marveled in wonder at how Quill had managed to think of everything for this ship. "You're brilliant," she praised. The wind blew back her hair and ruffled through her clothing. "I want to try out some of the other buttons, sometime." She looked at him for confirmation, a carefree, calm smile residing on her profile.

Sherry looked over at the two girls and grinned, their smile bright. "Everyone on my crew has their little file of things. I suppose we could add Maverick if we feel like it." P.J nodded enthusiastically, opening the airlock and starting up the hallway towards the nose of the ship. "I do hope those two bumbling little idiots didn't do anything bad."

"Thank you," He admitted shyly, scratching the back of his neck again as the wind ruffled his hair and shirt. "Yeah, you can. I can control most of it." He smiled back at her, then jumped a little as P.J kicked open the door to the nose.

Adira and Maverick followed P.J to the nose of the ship, the former noticing a few puddles of water on the floor here and there. "What in the world were they doing?" Adira grumbled.
Maverick (who was still completely oblivious to the fact that Sherry had blackmail) dramatically exclaimed, "I need. A nap." Whilst leaning on his heels, striking an exhausted pose. Too bad for him that he couldn't keep his balance, since he slipped on the water, falling backwards - almost pushing the self-destruct button when his hands flailed around.
Adira gave a sugary sweet smile. "You deserved that."

Desi startled at P.J's movement, jumping into Quill. Did she have to be so flashy all the time? "Hey," she waved, hair still dripping water.

P.J raised her eyebrows at the two of them, eventually settling herself in the seat behind Sherry's, buckling her seatbelt, tightening her waist belt, and rolling her eyes. "You know what? I don't even want to know what happened to either of you. We need to get out of here, quick."
Sherry nodded their head in agreement, storing the camera under their seat and strapping themselves in. "Let's rock and roll, buckeroos!" They shouted with a smile, back in their usual character again.

Quill looked at Desi and shrugged apologetically with a lopsided smile. "You can take my seat for this next one. We just need to get out of the nebula, and then we can coast for a while."

Maverick stopped by Sherry to get his bottle of wine, before passing out over Desi and Quill's previous seats. He cradled the wine bottle like a child.
Adira nudged Sherry, wickedly smiling. "Snap a picture of that, too."
Desi hesitated, looking at Maverick's remaining seat. She didn't want to take the only seat left, so she stubbornly shook her head; which only served to shake water all over Quill, but she didn't notice. "You can have the seat. You had to stand the entire time I was sleeping." Her voice strengthened in confidence as she spoke. "You take the last seat. I can stand or sit on the ground."

Sherry grinned, spinning around in his chair and snapping a quick picture of Maverick before storing it away again. Groaning, P.J went through all the hassle of getting up to haul Maverick up and onto the the floor, a little farther away from the rest of them.

"At least sit on the couch, Desi," Quill insisted, not minding the water and making no move to go sit down.

Adira went out of her way to nudge Maverick all the way to the very edge of the ship, using the very point of her shoe the entire time. After the procedure, she took her shoes off and cleaned the tips with some water. "Yes, I'm extra," she snapped at Desi's doubtful look.
Conceding, Desi went to the couch - not without pulling Quill with her, though. After both settled down, Desi subconsciously never let go of Quill's hand.

P.J raised an eyebrow at the two with a small smile, eventually going back behind Sherry and buckling herself in again. "Alright, Sherry," She commanded. "Now I think we can rock and roll."

Quill glanced down at Desi's hand in his - and despite himself, he smiled.

Adira took one more glance at Maverick's lifeless form in the corner, arms wrapped around a glass wine bottle - with no belt to strap him in, mind you - and smirked. "Yes, it is indeed time to rock and roll."
Desi leaned into Quill, soaking in his warmth. "Where do you think we're going, now?" she softly mumbled.

"As my mother always said…this ship is a piece of trash. Let's boogie, boys!" Sherry exclaimed, turning the ship around in a sharp 180 degree turn and slowly revving up the ship's engines. Everyone knew a hyper speed run was coming up.
"I think we're just getting out of the nebula cloud - then we can just kind of let it float around for the night," Quill answered honestly, wrapping his other arm around her.

Adira took a look at P.J's smirking countenance, shooting her a curious look. She assumed it was for the upcoming hyper speed.
"Oh alright. Let's play a game; I don't really know you so well," Desi tried to think of more to say, but Quill's arm was short-circuiting her mind. She smiled, secretly happy as she pulled her knees up and nuzzled herself into his chest.

P.J tilted her head in the direction of Desi and Quill, before they were all thrown back in their seats as the ship advanced to hyperspeed. Sherry was practically squealing with excitement as they whizzed through the nebula.
"Well-" Quill was cut off short by the acceleration, and he protectively wrapped his other arm around Desi as well as he fell back onto the couch stopping himself with his foot just as he was about to fall off.

I can kind of see Sherry squealing but I also kinda can't
Adira turned back to see… oh. That explained everything. She met Quill's eyes and shot him a knowing smirk. Quill had his arms wrapped around Desi in a defensive manner, and Desi for the first time was very content. Maverick on the other hand… Adira had to hold back a chuckle.
He had now rolled into a shell-like formation, the glass bottle was so close to crushing. He had no control over the inertia acting on him. As Sherry let out another woop, his body contorted like a gymnast. His mouth was open and he began drooling. Adira took Sherry's camera and shot another picture while she still had control over her hands.
Desi was warm, safe, and happy. It didn't matter that her flowers were probably ashes, and the hyper speed didn't affect her as badly now that Quill's arms formed a protective cage around her. "Well?"

P.J rolled her eyes, choosing to ignore everyone as she put some AiRpOdS earbuds in, plugging it in to the small VHS tape, since the ship didn't exactly have wifi this far out, not to speak if it could keep any at speeds like this. She leaned back in her chair, letting the hyperspeed sink in.

Sherry glanced back Adira with a little smirk, noticing Maverick. "I want the camera back, lady. And make sure he doesn't crush that bottle, we almost got ourselves killed for it."

"What do you want to know?" Quill began, glancing down at her. "I could probably tell you a lot." It was the first time he'd felt like he was actually fulfilling his promise to himself in a long time, but it wasn't just that he liked. It was…all of Desi.

Adira looked at Sherry with disbelief. "You can have your camera back. Upload those photos." A pause. "But I have no say in the matter if that wine glass breaks. Y'all and your alcohol need a break." She gazed at P.J, expecting to be backed up. The aforementioned had earbuds in, ignoring the scene. She must've been quite classy to be able to afford the wires. I couldn't help myself

Desi traced patterns absentmindedly on Quill's leg, pondering the question. What did she want to know? "Let's start off with the most basic things about each other." She tapped her lip. "I'm from earth, you're from… Merico?" she recalled. "Do you have any family there?"

Sherry rolled his eyes, slowing the ship down a little as the clouds became sparse. "Of course I'll upload the photos, you dingus. And side note: I'm an alcoholic." He clarified with sass, raising his eyebrows and stuffing the camera back under his seat with some other junk.

P.J could hear the entire conversation, but decided not to comment, instead deciding everything with a well-placed eyeroll, instead looking out the main bay window as the expanse that was deep space advanced on them.

"Yeah. A very big one," Quill told her. "It's more of a supply planet. Farming and all." He looked down at Desi. "I'm assuming you've got family on Earth?"

Merico means gay in spanish tehe

Adira's gaze changed with challenge. She watched Maverick once again come dangerously close to crushing the bottle. She made no move to adjust his position. Maverick had rolled from one side of the ship to the other in the process of hyper speed, somehow managing to encase the bottle shielding it from harm the entire time.

Much similar to the way Quill held Desiree. Her eyes drifted over the ship as she carefully worded her answer. "I… have family," she stated, "but they don't really exist to me anymore." Her eyelids fluttered as she was pulled back. "My older sister, she was closer than blood. Our parents barely acknowledged us. Our parents were sad people; lost in the negativity of life. They'd scream at us, abuse us, verbally and physically. But it was ok, so long as we stuck together, Yern and me."
Her eyes opened again, orbs flooding with grief. "Then Yern left. Left us all, saying we were messed up, wrong. She told me to go with her. When I refused, she left me." Desiree tried to continue, but her throat closed and she choked on her words.

P.J raised an eyebrow at Maverick but didn't do much else, instead leaning back in her chair with a sigh. Sherry, meanwhile, paid no attention to the ship's steering, instead spinning around in his chair, humming happily to himself.

Quill gently pulled Desi closer to him, lightly stroking her hair. "It's okay," He reassured her softly. "You're with us now, you're okay."

"I know." She faced him. "Talking with someone kinda helps," Desi admitted with a soft, fragile smile. Talking with you helps.

"Well, I'm glad I could help." Quill smiled back at her.

She rewarded him with a cuddle. "How's your family?"
Desi chewed her lip. "And have you ever… been in a relationship?"

"My family's good. They keep trying to get me to come back and work in the fields with them, but you and I both know that'll never happen." He shrugged, giving her a lopsided smile. "I have been in a relationship, though. Have you?"

"No," she claimed, fighting off the newly discovered wave of jealousy that racked through her. "This is the first time anyone has seen past my clinginess to ever come to care for me." Her voice softened as Desiree came to acknowledge the statement.

"It doesn't bother me at all," Quill responded, tilting his head. "I notice everything else instead."