Red was severly bored. They had landed on a near by planet and were currently walking around like they had done before. Red's ears were folded back and her amber eyes were dull due to the boredom.

"Hey, Red." Rocket nugded the vixen sharply in the ribs. Red glared at him and rubbed the area that was currently hurting.

"What?" She snapped, angered.

"You bored?"

"I'm hurt too." Red remarked rubbing her ribs.

"Whatever, you don't need to cry over it." Rocket rolled his eyes. Red let out a growl of frustration.

"Anyway," Rocket continued, ignoring the growl, "you wanna hit a bar? Quill doesn't give a rat's ass and Gamora just rolls her eyes."

"And Drax?" Red questioned.

"He's staying behind to lok after Baby Groot. He's not big enough yet." Rocket said jabbing a thumb to Drax who was currently holding Groot.

"Hmm, I don't know. I've never actually tried alcohol before." Red admitted

"Then we have to go. But we might want to get you some clothes."

"Why?" Red started to become self-conscious. Rocket shurgged.

"All I know, is that the last time I went to a bar wihtout clothes, I ended up in jail. Something about violating, or, whatever I can't remeber that kind of crap." Red nodded, not really understanding but she wanted to try alcohol so she just nodded to keep the conversation moving.

"Great so, hey Quill, gimme some money." Rocket said going up to the Terran and holding out his paw.

"Why can't you use your own money?" Peter asked annoyed.

"Do you really think I have money?"

"Good point, here, go crazy, give me back the change though. And meet us back at the ship, you have four hours." Peter put money in the genetically engineered raccoon's hand.

"Okay, mom." Peter glared at Rocket as Red and him walked away to buy clothes and go to the bar.

After a while, Red finally found some clothes tiny enough that looked to fit her.

"Rocket, I don't know."

"Well does it look like I'm high in fashion? I wear the same shit every day."

"Right. . ." Red looked at the outfit and held out her hand to Rocket. Rocket gave it a look. Red rolled her eyes.

"I'm asking for the money." Rocket nodded and gave her the money for the clothes. Red paid, well, more like Peter paid, for the clothes. Red had the clothes folded in her hands and was looking a place to put on the clothes.

"Why don't you just change here?" Rocket asked.

"I don't know. It feels weird." Red said, still looking.

"But your not wearing clothes now." Red shrugged, not sure about it herself. Rocket huffed.

"Fine, we'll head back to the ship, get you into clothes then we head out to the bar, I mean, that's the whole point of this thing." Rocket said impatient. Red nodded and followed Rocket back to the Milano for her to change.

Red went to the room Gamora and her shared. She started with the pants. She put them on but felt immediate discomfort when there was no hole for her tail. She took the pants back off an ripped a hole in the back of the pants for her tail. Red put the pants back on and was relieved that her tail went through the hole and that there was no more discomfort. Red put on the shirt next. Red looked in the mirror in the room and sighed. She was now wearing black pants that clung to her legs, and a white dress shirt that didn't even have enough buttons for her to button it up all the way. Red sighed again and headed out to join Rocket.

"Alright, let's go." She said. Rocket did a double take on her.

"Who knew a creature that knew nothing about fashion pick something out?" Rocket replied. Red smiled a little and followed Rocket to the bar that he ha found. They had three hours left.