[audio] you can't say that all my friends are not dead or in jail

[beatupgrass]

[Rocket came back from his trip back home awhile ago, promptly ignored any messages he may have received, trapped his room, and then just for good measure retreated into an empty room, so he could mull this over and work the problem out. This was worse than Yondu. This was something he under no circumstances wanted to sit down and be sympathized with about.

But he can't hide forever, so when he finally makes an appearance on the network (audio only), it's to pretend he didn't just fall off the grid and make some (seemingly) unrelated observation.]

Has anyone ever, like... Met people here, and then went back home, and met those same people again, only you didn't remember 'em until you got back here, and now you've got two sets of experiences with that person?

And if it sounds crazy and don't make any sense, then try having it happen to you. It's a real headtrip.

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[beatupgrass]

No, not a literal one, but that is horrifying and your life makes mine look normal by comparison.

[There's a tiny bit of humor in there. Just a little.] Point is you get a few big victories under your belt, you forget what losing feels like.

[wriggedywrecked]

I guess.

[Sometimes it's honestly kind of shitty that he's so used to pure, utter chaos that basic-ass shit like people dying is almost meaningless to him. But then he remembers that nothing matters, everything is infinite, everyone is gonna die and everything is meaningless, and it's better to just not think about it.]

Yeah. You want me to find those drugs for you?

[beatupgrass]

Well, it ain't like it'll stick if they kill me, so why not? Live a little, right?

[NOT LIKE HALF OF THE UNIVERSE IS DOING MUCH OF THAT RIGHT NOW.]

[wriggedywrecked]

Then meet me in the bar.

[beatupgrass]

[You have never seen a raccoonoid move so fast in your life. He might have been on his way to the bar already, figuring he might as well embrace that this is happening.

What shoves the door open is one very exhausted looking Rocket, still dressed in the same blue jumpsuit he came back in last time but with arguably a little more gray in his fur.]

Here I am, Rick. Impress me.

[wriggedywrecked]

[Rick is already heckin here, knocking back a velocitini because he don't give a fuck. He raises the glass when he sees Rocket come in.]

You ever had a velocitini?

[beatupgrass]

No, but it sounds frickin' intense. [He pulls himself up on a stool beside him, squinting a bit.] Maybe almost as intense as a Timothy.

[wriggedywrecked]

[He starts pouring very tiny amounts of assorted liquids and powders into one of those teeny tiny sherry glasses.]

That sounds fake but okay.

[beatupgrass]

Hey, hey. It's a real drink. It's got antimatter and everything in it.

[wriggedywrecked]

Why the fuck would you put a-antimatter in a drink, that just. That doesn't make sense.

[beatupgrass]

I don't know! But it tastes like a punch in the jaw and sometimes that's what I need. [He stares at the drink Rick has mixed up.] Is that what this tastes like?

[wriggedywrecked]

Fuck, whatever. Th-This tastes more like swallowing a nova. Transcendent.

[He finishes mixing it all and pushes a teeny tiny neon purple drink Rocket's way. He's already got one of his own.]

[beatupgrass]

[Without asking if he should shoot or sip it, Rocket grabs it up in his greedy little raccoon paws and downs that motherfucker.

This will probably be fine.] How fast does it kick in?

[wriggedywrecked]

[The instant it hits Rocket's system, time dilates, the universe expands, the Big Bang happens several times in a nanosecond, love is created as a concept, stars explode, vaporwave starts playing at the same time as nightcore, and all of existence is an endless cat video.]

Fast.

[beatupgrass]

[Rocket tilts sideways and falls off the stool. Fortunately, he has a metal skeleton so the bruises are superficial at best, but damn.]

Shiiiiit.