Guardians of the Galaxy One-shots and Preferences

Guy's Night

Okay I had to, this was based on this clip from Witcher 3.

The Guardians, specifically the guys, decided to get drunk and spend time together and stuff happens.
The reader is also a male in this one.

Little bit of language.

Enjoy.

"Hey...hey get up," you hear voices, or one voice at least, as your eyes slowly open. "hey, come on, pal I want to go home. Get up!"
"Ohhhh, my head," you groan, rubbing where it was hurting the most, "What happened last night?" "Listen to me," you recognized the voice to be the bartender that served you and the your friends last night, "it's 8 in the morning. Do me a favor, go scrape up your deadbeat friends and get the hell out of here."
"My...*belch* friends?" you look and see Peter was lying lopsided under the table, Drax lying face down on top the table, and Rocket and Groot crashed on the chair. "Oh, them, that's right," you say, before covering your mouth like you were about to throw up. You didn't thankfully, but it didn't help that you were hungover with the most splitting headache you've had in a long time.

You look down and noticed the clothes you were wearing were different, "Uh, I don't think these are mine," you admit.
"No, those are mine," you hear Gamora standing over you, with a rather disappointed look on her face. "Oh, hey, Gamora," you wave nonchalantly, "any chance you know what happened last night?" "I think you know full well," Gamora shakes her head, "Try and think, (y/n)."

You think and sure enough it was all coming back to you.

-----------Flashback to the night before------------

"Alright," Gamora says putting down her mug and standing up, "This has been fun and all, but I think it's time for me to retire for the night." "Okay," you say, "Goodnight." "Goodnight," you hear Peter say.
Mantis stretches and yawns, "I think I'm going to bed too," she stands and follows Gamora.
"Don't you boys stay up too long," Gamora warns, "We got a big day tomorrow."

The rest of the Guardians wave goodnight. "Alrighty gents," Rocket announces, "Now that the girls are away, it's time for the boys to play."
Rocket then pulls out a jar of clear alcohol. "Is that moonshine?" Peter asks. "I am Groot," Groot confirms. "I learned how to make this stuff back on Earth," Rocket explains, "Been saving it for just an occasion like this. What do you say, now that it's just us, we do some real drinking?" "Pour me a glass," Drax answers. Rocket pours everyone drinks of his homemade moonshine.

"I don't know about this," you admit. "What you chicken?" Rocket teases. "No," you deny, "I'm just not sure Gamora will appreciate us being sloshed in the morning." "Come on, how's she gonna find out what we were up to?" Rocket points out. "Okay, I guess one drink wouldn't hurt," you give me as Rocket pours you a drink.

"Ooh," you grimace a bit after one sip, "That sure is a kick in the liver." "I am Groot," Groot agrees.
"Still, it's just one drink," Peter shrugs, "What's the worse that can happen?"

--------Several glasses of moonshine later---------

"*hiccup*, I'm bored," you groan, "and hungry." "I am Groot," Groot offers, heading to the ship's galley for late night snacks.

"Hey, how about a round of cards," Peter suggests. "Hell no," Rocket says, "you cheat, Quill, really badly." "I do not," Peter denies, followed by a hiccup. "I wouldn't mind a round of cards," you admit. "Fine, we'll play," Rocket gives in, "but we're playing for cash...Unless either of you want to play strip poker instead." "If we did, I'd finally find out why all the women like Quill so much," Drax says. "You can compare trouser snakes later," you slur feeling impatient, "place your coins on the table." "I don't have snakes in my trousers," Drax slurs back. "No Drax, that's not what...never mind, let's play," Rocket brushes off, not wanting to explain.