hey everybody, when you walk the walk

[impetuous]

Who: Bitty!Gwaine and you!
What: A minor is sneaking alcohol. Pretty sure that'll get someone's attention.
When: Today
Where: The Lux and lobby
Rating: P...G? Yeah, let's go with that for now.

[ Gwaine has not been educated as to the fine art of wishing. This not only explains why he is not currently sitting atop a mountain of the most random collection of wished-for items since Spike the dragon grew several meters, but also why he is walking into the Lux and heading for the bar. He has no money on him and he is not used to drinking so much water so he is carefully eyeing the place. When he fails to spot anyone, he slides under and behind it. Stealing the first bottle he can find, he attempts to shuffle out without being seen, the bottle hidden against his chest. ]



(( ooc: feel free to stumble into him inside the Lux or when he finally scrambles out into the lobby ))

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[whatialways_do]

Hold up.

[this, Gwaine, would be Max grabbing you by the back of the neck and lifting up so that she can see his face]

I don't seem to remember you paying for that.

[impetuous]

Hurk!

[ And that is the sound of someone getting grabbed by the back of the neck. Gwaine is very good about trying not to wriggle too much considering his position. ]

I was going to pay! But I don't have any money right now!

[whatialways_do]

[Max is skeptical. Also, it takes all of a second for her to put two and two together -- even when he's mini, there's something about him that's distinctly Gwaine that never changes -- but she's not going to freak the kid out anymore than she already had.

She looks down at the bottle, taking it out of his hand before turning to look at the label]

Aren't you a little young to be sneaking booze?

[impetuous]

[ He looks at her like she just grew a unicorn horn. ]

No.

[whatialways_do]

[a bit of scrutiny, and her arm doesn't even waver as she looks him over]

You're what? Twelve?

[a beat]

Eh, I guess that makes sense.

[and then she puts him down.]

Next time, bring the money in advance. It'll go a little easier.

[impetuous]

[ He looks down at the bottle, around him and back up at her in surprise. A toothy grin begins spreading across his face. ]

Really? You're just letting me go?

[whatialways_do]

No.

[reaches over to take the bottle from him]

Alcohol stays here till you learn not to get caught.

[impetuous]

[ His jaw drops open. He splutters incoherently before finally crying out. ]

That's not fair!

[whatialways_do]

[hands go out as she goes to put the bottle back behind the bar]

If you're gonna be a thief, you gotta be a good one. I'm not gonna reward you for getting caught.

[impetuous]

Bu-but-but...you already know what I'm trying to do! [ He points at her. ] How am I not supposed to get caught?

[whatialways_do]

[shrugs]

That's not my problem. It just means you gotta get creative.

[then her head tips once the bottle gets back on the shelf]

Why do you want it so bad anyway?

[impetuous]

Because.

[whatialways_do]

[expectant look]

Because ... ?

[impetuous]

[ He breathes a heavy, exasperated sigh, throwing his arms up in the air. ]

Because I am sick of water all day! There is only water or juice in the house. Not even a glass of wine with dinner!

[ Who eats dinner without wine or ale?! ]

[whatialways_do]

[a pause as she watches him]

So you're used to the booze, but whoever you're staying with won't let you have any.

[impetuous]

Yes. I think they don't like it.

[ He makes it sound almost like a travesty. ]

[whatialways_do]

[thinks on this for a moment, before moving closer, leaning on the bar]

Tell you what. I give you a glass -- you sit here and drink it, and you start asking for things when you need them.

[eyebrow raise]

Deal?

[impetuous]

Deal!

[ He beams. Scrambling for a stool, he manages to sit on it. ]

[whatialways_do]

[at least it got him off the stealing track. for now anyway]

What's your name?

[impetuous]

Gwaine.

[ He is doing his best to wait patiently. Which translates into kicking his legs quickly enough to make the stool spasm. His upper body is draped on top of the bar, hands palm down on the surface. He draws figures with his fingers while he waits. ]

[whatialways_do]

I'm Max.

[and with that she places the beer on the counter in front of him -- it's the smallest glass she could find, but it's still a decent amount]

And this is between you and me, alright?

[and she reserves the right to cut you off if you get sloppy]

[impetuous]

Okay! I won't tell anyone!

[ He straightens to pick it up and lift it to his mouth. He sets it down to blink at her. ]

Is there food?

[whatialways_do]

[she laughs]

You come in here, try to steal my whiskey, get a free beer out of the deal and now you want dinner too?

[shakes her head]

Kids these days.

[however, giving a kid alcohol on an empty stomach is probably not the best plan.]

What do you like to eat?

[impetuous]

[ He tries to suppress a grin, but he fails. He laughs, chin on the countertop. ]

Er...I like venison or rabbit with bread and honey. And lamb, but it is early still for lamb, huh. What kind of game is there here? Is there a river nearby? I haven't seen any fish or heron.

[whatialways_do]

[pauses as she thinks this over]

We usually do beef, in terms of meet -- not rabbit or deer. But I think we have fish?