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 ))

Comments

[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!

[wilder]

[Zelos is walking into the Lux when he sees kiddy Gwaine doing that. He crosses his arms]

Hey brat. What are you doing?

[impetuous]

[ Gwaine looks up. He scowls at the word "brat" and grouses a reply. ]

Nothing.

[ Going to just walk out now. ]

[wilder]

[And he's moving to grab the back of your shirt]

Yeeeeah, I don't think you paid for that.

[impetuous]

[ It's reflexive. Gwaine whirls around as best as he is able to kick Zelos. ]

[wilder]

[Yeah sorry kid, he has training and super reflexes so he dodges that with ease]

A thief and violent. I'm impressed.

[impetuous]

Let go of me!

[ Gwaine continues lashing out, trying to break free. His right arm wraps around the bottle, but it's not so much to protect it as to grab the hilt of the hidden knife he'd lifted from Arthur's room. ]

[wilder]

[Oh he lets go. To grab onto the wrist that's heading for that knife the moment he sees a flash of a hilt, he kneels in front of the kid and gives him a skeptical look]

Oh I see. You're going to kill me over a bottle of liquor?

[He glances at the bottle and scoffs!]

That isn't even a good brand! Jeez brat! If I'm going to die over this, at least make it worth it and pick something good!

[impetuous]

[ Gwaine just glares at him and pulls as far away from Zelos he can. He is almost desperately trying to tug his wrist free. ]

I don't care! Let go!

1/2

[wintercat]

[Catelyn is in the lobby as Gwaine emerges and it's obvious enough what's going on. Her actions are instinctive, almost entirely without thought.

She steps in front of him, places her hand on his shoulder to stop him and gives him a rather disapproving look.]

Bran-

I am so sorry, Gwaine

[wintercat]

[And that's when it hits her. Bran- here. And walking. Whatever sternness was in her face dissipates, replaced promptly by a mixture disbelief and hesitant joy. She wants to believe this is real, she truly does. But she's not sure she can.]

Bran?

cat ;;

[impetuous]

Er... [ Gwaine blinks at her, confusion lining his face. He shakes his head. ] Did you lose someone?

Her life sucks now and forever

[wintercat]

You- [Oh. He didn't recognize her. His loss? But then surely he would respond to his name. What exactly is going on here?] What's your name?

[impetuous]

[ He tilts his head to the side. ]

My name is Gwaine.

[wintercat]

[Gwaine. She knows that name. A temporary loss? And he just happens to have looked like Bran? It's ridiculous, almost beyond belief...but what wasn't here? She removes her hand from his shoulder.]

I'm sorry. You look very much like my son.

[impetuous]

Really? [ He raises a self-conscious hand to his hair. ] Is he my age?

[wintercat]

He is. [And she frowns slightly, collected enough now to remember why she stopped Gwaine in the first place.] Old enough to know that he should not take what is not his.

[impetuous]

[ He at least has the decency to look sheepish. She reminds him enough of his own mother to fidget. ]

I was going to pay. Arthur hasn't given me any money.