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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."

[noblerworld]

Seifer was someone who was always concerned about dignity and appearance. He was scrupulously neat and there was never so much as a hair out of place on his head.

So when he saw Gwaine, his face fell into a contemptuous sneer.

"Nice shoes," he said snidely as the man passed.

It was a simple insult, with barely thought put into it. He was just looking for a reaction, some sign that he could still get to people, and if the other man didn't give him one, then that would be the end of it.

[likedtheodds]

Gwaine grins, as if he hasn't even heard the tone. There's a point when you can either get angry or just remain cheerful, even as you're swinging to break a jaw. It does make bar fights a lot more fun when you're losing. "Do you like them?" he responds easily. "I think I saw a pair just like them in the box. Give me a day, I can arrange a delivery to you."

[noblerworld]

There was a part of Seifer that appreciated the other man's attitude, he could always respect those that didn't let themselves get pushed around.

Still that didn't stop his eyes narrowing slightly at being mocked.

"I do so love pretty shoes," he agreed, with a smile that was anything but friendly. "But I doubt you'll be able to keep any thought in your head for a whole day."

[likedtheodds]

"Well, not if I drink the way I did last evening," Gwaine replies with a smile, eager to have met someone new, even if he's in a state. "I'm Gwaine. Sorry for the meeting under such strange circumstances, but...well, what can you do? A pint here, a pint there, three more here and there, things are bound to happen that you can't recall."

[youmayhaveheard]

It was impressive. Really. I have, in my time, been something of an expert on the long slow walk home in the morning after. This, though, was something spectacular. I paused, on the boardwalk (on my own slow walk home from Molly's, as it happened) and tilted my head.

"Well done," I said. "No, really."

[likedtheodds]

Gwaine performs something of a bow. When he straightens, he looks to Kote with a hopeful look on his face. "I don't suppose you have a story of how I managed to become in this condition? I remember the flowers, vaguely." He'd stolen some to try and woo several of the lovelier ladies around him. "The cat? Not so much."

[youmayhaveheard]

Without thinking about it, I echoed his bow, far lower, more stately - never let it be said that the Edema Ruh skimped on greetings.

"Alas," I said, with a sad shake of my head. "That is one of the stories that the Edema Rue do not possess." I shrugged. "I was in bed with my lady fair."

[likedtheodds]

"Ah, your lady fair," Gwaine remarks with a devious smirk on his face. "I was in bed with a cat and strange slippers. I really need a better story than that to get me through the day. Do tell me more about how your relationship with the fair lady are progressing?"

[patration]

Although learning a language is nothing if not exciting, there are days when Zhuge resolves to himself not to speak a word of English, to see how far he can get by on looks and gestures alone. If there's one remarkable thing about people that he's realized now on Tabula Rasa that he never had the opportunity to before, it's the fact that they'll find just about any means necessary to communicate. Language, while one of the greatest tools known to man, can be one of humanity's greatest weaknesses as well.

When a whistle catches his attention from the side, it's with a twinkle in his eye and silence on his lips that Zhuge steps closer. He nods in amusement.

It's been a while since he's seen a scene like this.

[likedtheodds]

Gwaine brightens at the sight of company. Perhaps it's the ill-reputed scoundrel in him, but he finds he tends to have a lot more fun when he has an audience. He bends down to pry off the slippers and then pulls away the roses. Those things gone, he almost looks respectable. Well, except for the shirtless aspect and the cat that's still following him.

"Top of the...evening?" he guesses. "Very early morning? Honestly, I'm not sure. I am never celebrating a good dinner like that again."

[patration]

If nothing else, Zhuge serves as a pretty good audience for any of those who like to perform. All people do to a certain extent. Interaction is nothing more than molding one's actions and tone to best suit the other person, and Zhuge's made enough of a living out of predicting a man's next move that he finds himself strangely fascinated by the man sprawled out on the ground. He wonders, briefly, if he should be offering his outermost robe to help cover the exposed skin.

"It is the evening," Zhuge confirms with a soft bark of a laugh. "Eat much, sleep much."

[likedtheodds]

"Drink much," Gwaine corrects the bloke with a big grin, coming closer to clap him on the shoulder. "Don't think we've met," he admits, though that could be a lie given that Gwaine isn't in full possession of memories from the night before. Who knows? He and this bloke could be best friends. "I'm Gwaine."

[frakkup]

"Good morning, sunshine," Kara greets him, and between the hand on her hip and the dangerous tilt of her smile, somehow sunshine sounds more like asshole.

Shooing Muffin away, she leans down, stealing one of the roses tucked behind his ear. "I'm gonna blame the inherent male in you for thinking that pissing on something means you own it," she says, pinching the stem between her fingers. "Or don't you remember relieving yourself in the rose garden?"

[likedtheodds]

"Ah, is that why I have thorns in my..." He gestures lower once, twice, then peeks in his britches to pull one out. "Got close, but no real damage done," he says, flicking it away and deigning her with a bright smile. "And don't tempt me. If I'm going to be going around claiming things, I wouldn't start with roses."

[frakkup]

"I'd hope you wouldn't start with pissing on them, either," she replies, with only a raised eyebrow for the manbits currently celebrating a narrow escape. The crowd was sparse at the Winchester late last night, but with the way Gwaine had been carrying on, she doubts a one of them would lament his sudden inability to procreate.

"Do you remember last night? I tried getting you home, but." Rose still between her fingers, Kara spreads her hands. "You're slippery for such a big guy."

[likedtheodds]

"I was probably shirtless and covered in a slick substance," he admits, a little wary on the details, but he does like to think that he remembers her beautiful face. "I recall the first bit of the evening, but then it all gets a bit blurry. I think I started earlier than usual. Lack of anything to do and all," he says with a shrug. "You tried to get me home?" he asks, with a fond smile on his lips. "You should've just left me to pass out. It's what people do."