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[huntersdaughter]

Who: Jo and the people she invites to stay with her.
Where: Her house which is also the Continuing Hope Art Gallery
When: Sunday - Monday - Tuesday (all three days can get clumped into this one post. Just put the day in your subject!)
What: Duh. People have been locked out of the castle. This is because of that.
Notes: Sunday, we will assume she

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sunday night }

[whatialways_do]

Not wanting to keep herself cooped up all day, Max didn't swing around to the gallery until that night and the weather really started to cool. Her higher-than-normal body temperature kept her warmer than most, but there's only so much a thin tank top can do against a fall chill. So when the sun started to go down, Max went to find some shelter.

Everything seemed pretty quiet when she strolled up to the gallery. She gave the cursory glance around streets before she opened the door and made her way inside.

"Yo." Announcing herself tended to be the smart thing to do around this crowd. "Anybody home?"

[gwaine]

He waits for a break to interject. Since it's apparently a while in coming, he sags slightly against Jo to help keep himself upright. When a pause finally appears, he takes it.

"I apologize to you both if what I said was at all offensive. It was not my intention. Julia, you need not leave. If something upset you, I am certain it can be resolved. If it is me, then I shall be the one to leave. You are the guest, I merely followed."

[itwas_raining]

This whole stupid situation was starting to get to her. It was causing her to break one of her own most important rules, the one that had kept her alive all that time. Never let down your defenses. Never let your emotions make you obvious.

In another world, the way she was behaving now would have almost certainly gotten her killed.

She had to save face somehow. Damage control. They'd seen her slip once. It wasn't going to become a pattern.

Between the rambling and the pauses, she had enough time to put on her mask again. The one she wore everyday for years, the one that portrayed her as someone who was cool, calm, and completely unaffected. She wasn't interested in getting into a long, drawn-out conversation.

"It's all right." Clipped, to the point. Almost as if she were wrapping up some kind of business meeting. To anyone who really knew her, that was a sign that something was still bothering her.

[huntersdaughter]

As Gwaine leaned against Jo, her arm moved to support him more. God, he had amazing hair. If he wasn't all medieval times, she'd almost wonder if it smelled good.

Bad. Bad, Jo. Don't go smelling the head of a perfect stranger when you're drunk.

Exhaling, she glanced to Julia and listened to what she said. Of course, Jo could tell that it wasn't exactly true and she wondered if it was also the fact that Jo had tugged on Spike. The timing did seem to line up right for that one.

It clicked in that moment, but she wasn't going to let onto her big 'ah-ha' moment just yet.

"Are you going to come back inside?" Jo asked the question, putting a lot of hope in her tone, "I think Max is trying to cut off the booze, but I have cake, too. Tater tots -- if I can manage the oven without setting off the smoke detector. Also, more booze. Because, Max isn't the boss'a me."

Jo's hand wandered up against Gwaine's shoulder and into his hair, "His hair is really soft."

[itwas_raining]

Ignoring that last inebriated comment (which, at any other time, would have been part of a vaguely amusing scene to watch), she took a good, long moment or two to consider her options

[gwaine]

Gwaine was nodding along with what Jo was saying. He was in full agreement even if a good portion of the terms went over his head. From context, he'd managed to figure out "booze" (and was quite proud of himself for doing so on his own). The tater tots were harder, but if he'd managed to define booze he could eventually get that one too.

When Jo's hand ends up in his hair, he only tilts his head to her so she has better access. There is something really...nice? comforting? some good feeling he can't quite place in his alcohol haze about someone fiddling with your hair. The only thing that makes the moment better is Julia's acquiescence. His grin is back to its usual width and intensity.

"Then let us return. No need to stay out here among the leaves if we don't have to."

[huntersdaughter]

Jo nodded, her fingers still twisting into Gwaine's hair lightly. Honestly, it felt really good to the more than just a little drunk Jo.

"Yeah, let's go inside and just relax. No thinking about the leaves or the dumb castle or that if the castle wants to make it snow tomorrow it could."

Her eyes went wide for a moment, "Oh, I really hope it doesn't turn the leaves into snow. I hate shoveling."

just to make this easy to follow -- people still inside can go in this thread!

[gottaknockhard]

Things had a tendency to go from bad to worse when Spike was involved, so the sense of dread that he'd felt the moment he saw Julia and Jo being friendly was then completely justified. Julia wasn't an idiot, and there wasn't a doubt in his mind when she stood up that she'd seen right through him. Ordinarily, he would be the one chasing after her, but guilt weighed him down long enough for the others to take advantage.

Jo and their new friend. That would just about do it for his chances of smoothing things over. Once they were gone, Spike grabbed the bottle Jo had left on the table in time to catch Max's comment. Seemed hardly fair when he was so far behind everyone else, and he wasn't too inclined to give it up.

After a generous swig, he leaned far back into the couch, looking like a man waiting for his death sentence. If he could only be so lucky.