Adira tried in vain to get Sherry to open the goddamn door. She whistled, knocked, bribed, screamed, whispered death thre- Finally, "Why won't you come ouuuttt?"
Desi visibly pouted, crossing her arms. How was she supposed to have any advantage over him if he wasn't ticklish? She felt this was a very important dilemma.
Angelina get yourself over here
Sherry threw an small, empty bottle of whiskey at the door, which fell to the ground with a clunk. "Because I'm hungover," He responded angrily, slurring his words.
"Hey, okay, well…I, um…I really like machines. If you leave me with a machine, I'll be chill for a super long time," Quill admitted, running a hand through her hair.
"Wait…" Adira stumbled on her thoughts. "You had alcohol this ENTIRE TIME and you've left Maverick to grind dirt and disintegrate into pure nothingness?" At that moment, Adira could've fallen to her knees and worshiped Sherry for hours on end. Delighted with herself, she swaggered back to the nose, debating the worst possible moment for her to disclose this valuable information with Maverick.
A happy sigh unintentionally passed through Desi's lips at his touch. "Hmm… okay." She mentally reminded herself of this particular trait as she continued trailing her fingers over Quill in soothing, gentle strokes. Simple warm brushes against him to remind him of her presence, that they were together.