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VI ([personal profile] impetuous) wrote in [community profile] paradisalogs2012-02-27 09:53 pm
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hey everybody, when you walk the walk

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 ))
whatialways_do: (so baby yes i know what i am)

[personal profile] whatialways_do 2012-02-28 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
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.
wilder: (no seriously what is this fuckery)

[personal profile] wilder 2012-02-28 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
[Zelos is walking into the Lux when he sees kiddy Gwaine doing that. He crosses his arms]

Hey brat. What are you doing?

1/2

[personal profile] wintercat 2012-02-29 06:39 am (UTC)(link)
[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

[personal profile] wintercat 2012-02-29 06:42 am (UTC)(link)
[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?