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

[wilder]

[It's okay he's always uncomfortable by these talks so he stretches out and goes back to his cheerful tone]

But enough of that~!

Are you already stashing weapons again?

[impetuous]

They're mine. [ Not really. ]

[wilder]

No they're not.

[impetuous]

Yes, they are. Even if they weren't, how would you know?

[wilder]

Those daggers were made for someone muuuch bigger than you, brat. You can tell by the handle. And they're not the sort you use for stealth, which is how you're using them.

If they were your weapons, you'd know exactly how they should be used.

[impetuous]

I inherited them. [ No, he didn't. ] And I keep them hidden because I don't want people to see them and try to take them. They're mine. [ Arthur would beg to differ. ]

[wilder]

I see. [He knows you're lying]

So you'd be willing to swear on your father's name that these are yours?

[impetuous]

[ You rat bastard. ]

I don't have to prove anything to you. Besides they're mine now.

[wilder]

You say that, yet you refuse to swear on his name?

Hmmmm...why don't I believe you?

[impetuous]

Don't talk about my father!

[wilder]

I haven't said a thing about him. It's common to swear on your title or your family or your parents.

But this is all about you, brat.

[impetuous]

Don't mention him either!

[ He finishes grabbing his things, prepared to leave. He does not owe Zelos any explanations. ]

[wilder]

Why not? Are you ashamed of something?

[impetuous]

[ Remember the bottle that started everything, Zelos? It is being lobbed at your face. ]

[wilder]

[He sees the throw at it coming at him. Not only does he stand up to jump out of the way, but he grabs his sword and swings it so he slices the bottle with enough speed and force so it cuts right in two - both sides falling to the ground and liquor spilled everywhere]

[He looks at Gwaine, a very cocky look]

Hm.

[impetuous]

[ He looks impressed before he remembers he is mad at Zelos. ]

You look like a girl.

[ He turns around and stomps to the door. ]

[wilder]

[He simply laughs at that and calls after him as he wipes his sword with a napkin from the table]

I train at dawn, near the gardens. If you wish to find me.

[impetuous]

[ He stops, turning at the waist enough to look at Zelos. After a moment he grins. Bending down, he pulls a knife out of his boot. ]

By the way, [ he swings it tauntingly in the air ] you missed one.

[ Sliding it back into place, he runs out. He's already planning how to steal one of Arthur's swords before dawn. ]

[wilder]

[He looks mildly surprised at the knife pull, then a smirk. Guess he'll know where to check next time too!]

Heh.

Brat.

[When the kid runs out, he'll turn back to the bar and sheathe his sword. Ugh, the stench of liquor without even having a drink, how terrible.]