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[likedtheodds]

He wakes up in the middle of the forest with no shirt, a bird's nest close to his hair, a cat licking his face, the stench of eggs on his breath, and two roses lying over his chest. There's also a cup of alcohol sitting nearby, which makes the most sense of all the things he's surrounded by. Gwaine sits up and scratches first the back of his head

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[tricksthetreat]

She laughs. What else can she do at such a ridiculous sight? If it were anyone else, she'd be worried or even shocked, but after seeing Gwaine stumble out of the Winchester night after night, this? Seems almost natural.

"Do you even remember last night?" Putting aside her plans to head down to that underwater city for the moment she heads closer, intending to make sure that her... friend? Yes, friend, was well enough to make it home.

[likedtheodds]

"I'll tell you the truth," he begins with a quick scratch at the side of his face, already grinning like an idiot. "I don't remember the cat," he says, his smile broadening when she keeps walking closer. "Are these your shoes? I mean, they're lovely shoes, but I don't think they match my flowers," he says, gesturing to the ones in his hair.

[tricksthetreat]

Hands on hips, she manages to look offended in between her chuckles. "I would never let a man walk around in my shoes. Do you have any idea how bad that stretches them?" And Trixa never lets anyone ruin her shoes, at least not without permission.

"I'm guessing you don't know where the flowers came from either?"

[likedtheodds]

"No, but here I was hoping some lovely lady gave them to me," he says, tweaking the stem of one of the roses as he peers at the pink colouring and then turns a grin on Trixa. "Oh, come on. Indulge me," he prompts, easing closer to reach out for one of her hands. "Tell me all the idiotic things I did. It's much more fun when I'm regaled with stories of my own wrongdoings."

[tricksthetreat]

She pulls her hand from his grasp, had they been lovers? Sure, but that doesn't mean she's going to walk around holding his hand. That introduces complications she doesn't want.

"I would that I could, but alas, I didn't see you last night. Although I kinda wish I had... there has to be an interesting story behind all..." She motions to his unique ensemble, "...all this Look."

[likedtheodds]

"I do pull it off, though," he says very seriously, lest she begin to think that he's somehow not attractive. He does worry about the feline. "Do you know whose cat that is? I woke up and he was licking my face. I really don't want to consider where else he was licking," he adds, gravely.

[tricksthetreat]

Shaking her head, Trixa crouches and offers the cat her fingers to sniff. "I don't recognize it, but I'd hope that it had better taste than do anything distasteful."

Because heavens knows, the man she's talking to didn't always.

[likedtheodds]

"That cat would be lucky to be distasteful with me, wouldn't you, darling," he murmurs with a fond little cluck of his tongue at the animal before turning his attention to Trixa. "What time is it anyway, I'm starved, I've no idea if I ate anything last night."

[tricksthetreat]

"Almost lunch, I think. I was headed back to the Compound for a shower and some lunch."

With the building happening at her apartment, it's hard to spend much time there. But things will be so much simpler once the renovations were done. She'll have room for the bed she won, room to work on the custom alcohol she owes, and a place that more hers than just... something she inherited.

[likedtheodds]

"I think I'd be remiss as a gentleman if I didn't offer you my company at lunch," Gwaine remarks, bowing his torso forward in a show of what he's seen Arthur do so many times. "Or company in the shower. Whatever you like."

[tricksthetreat]

She almost says yes to the shower. He's an ass, a drunk, and rates high on her annoyance meter with his flirting and his obvious flirting... Suddenly, she realizes he'd get along great with Leo's brother, the great godly blonde frat boy and that's enough to stop her right there.

Even if he is a good fuck.

"Fine, food, let's go see what's in the kitchen."

[likedtheodds]

He makes a face at being denied the shower, but as with all things, it doesn't last very long before he's chipper again with a bright smile on his face. "What are we in the mood for, because I'm starved," Gwaine says as his stomach pipes up with a helpful growl.

[tricksthetreat]

"Whatever someone cooked, because it won't get cooked by me."

There's a reason the take-out joints back home know her name. If she can't just cut it apart and eat it as-is, it usually doesn't get eaten.

Without waiting for Gwaine, she heads towards the Compound.

[likedtheodds]

"You realize if we leave the cooking to me, it'll be something roasted over a spitfire," he remarks. "I mean, not that I can't spit-fire a good pheasant," he adds with a jocular smile, "but I want you to know that it's not going to be something I serve unless the conditions are exactly right."

[tricksthetreat]

"Someone will have made something. We can raid the fridge."

She looks at him side-eye, suddenly curious. "What would the conditions need to be for you to cook?"

[likedtheodds]

"Wild hunting party," he says after a moment's thought, giving recollection to all the times he'd been lost in the woods with nothing to keep him safe but his own skills. "I roast a mean pheasant when there's absolutely nothing to be foraged for."