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[likedtheodds]

The future comes with a great many number of intriguing items. The one that Gwaine hasn't really explored until today is small, yet wildly interesting to him and so colourful. Shots. They're red and blue and purple and one is green and one is called a polar bear and he doesn't even know what a polar bear is, but he knows that it tastes marvelous

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[ringwinner]

"I don't know. What do they normally give as prizes here?" Bilbo Baggins had discovered the island tavern not long after his arrival, and (while it was no real substitute for any of the establishments he had known back in the Shire) he had become quite fond of it in a short while. Of course, all of it was far too big for him and he was quite dwarfed by his surroundings, but that in no way stopped him from visiting rather frequently.

"But whatever did you do to win something in the first place?" He had seen the man doing something to a strange sort of machine, but I am afraid to say that he had not quite put the two things together.

[likedtheodds]

"I'm not entirely sure," Gwaine admits, drunk as a bird, free as a bee, and some other things that he's sure sound lovely inside of his own head. "I took this thing," he says, hefting up the strange piece of plastic in his hands, "and I pointed it at the screen, only to find that I was a winner of some kind."

[ringwinner]

"Oh." Bilbo nodded his head as if he understood everything the man was telling him quite perfectly, though of course he did not. It seemed very little like any sort of game he had played back in Hobbiton, especially the games of aiming and skill that he had always excelled at. "You don't mind terribly if I have a go, do you?"

[likedtheodds]

Gwaine steps aside, gesturing for the shorter man to have at. "Honestly," he notes, peering at the strange flat picture in front of him that changes so quickly. "I don't think I've seen anything so strange, but everyone tells me the future is filled with such magical things. I think they're all a bit complicated," he confesses. "What's so wrong with the simple things? They're good. They work."

[burnwithus]

All morning, Katniss had been trying to fly.

It wasn't easy, and in truth it had been terrifying, although not nearly so much as when she realized that she could breathe fire. Being so close to those flames, even if they weren't burning her, had brought back a host of bad memories that had taken a good hour out of her morning just curled up in a ball, rocking back and forth.

But she had to stick to the routine, because that familiarity was the only thing keeping her sane right now. So the quiver was slung over her leathery wings, which were now tucked against her back. She had cut holes in her shirt in order to accomodate them. She stopped by the bar only to drop off some of her meat when Gwaine's loud voice caught her eye.

"You can have a dead rabbit. If you want."

[likedtheodds]

Gwaine turns in order to give her a bemused look, slightly wary of a woman who can kill and skin a dead rabbit as well as anyone else. "Is it a special dead rabbit?" he can't help but ask. "Have you carved something into its skin, perhaps? Because rabbits are a common thing around these parts. Why is this one special?" he asks, but he's only teasing.

[burnwithus]

"You don't have to take it if you don't want it," she retorts with all of her usual patience, arms crossed against her chest defensively. Sharing none of Gwaine's good cheer, although that isn't at all out of the ordinary. She knows he's teasing though and that's the only thing keeping her trademark scowl off her face. "You'll probably end up eating some part of it eventually, anyways."

[likedtheodds]

"I will," he concedes, and all the teasing falls away as the true gratitude begins to shine through. He reaches out to clasp onto her fingers lightly, tugging her gently towards him. "Hey," he breathes out the single word, giving her a fond smile. "Thank you. Not everyone would do such a thing for me. In fact, no one would. No one but you and maybe Merlin, back home. Arthur, but only on a good day."

[ffyddlon]

"Bragging rights, maybe?"

Gwen's day hadn't been so weird except for the fact that she apparently can...heal things right up without so much as a thought, so long as she takes a nap afterward. She'd discovered it by accident when she'd run into a very tall boy named Jacob and made him stumble and twist his ankle. She'd been about to take him down to the clinic when her hands seemed to have knit it right up, no harm and no foul.

"Too bad money's useless on the island. I'd give you twenty quid for that being cool, at least."

[likedtheodds]

"Twenty quid?" Gwaine echoes, a bit lost about all of that jargon. It's not that he hasn't tried to learn about the future, it's just that he always tends to get bored in the middle when it has nothing to do with fighting or with things he's familiar with. "Is that something good? Is it to do with you?"

[ffyddlon]

"It's money," Gwen says, laughing. "I'd pay you twenty pounds for doing something cool like that, if money had any meaning around here. It doesn't, though, so I guess you just get a well done and a smile."

[likedtheodds]

"Oh! Yeah, of course," Gwaine agrees, now that he knows what they're actually talking about. He's had a need for money in his time -- gold and silver can pay your way out of a lot of messes, which is something he has a fine habit of finding. "How about your smile, have I earned that?"

[dancin_maxxie]

It's been a very weird day for Maxxie. He's still not sure if what's happened to him counts as a good thing or a bad thing, but he knows for sure he's not going to sit around worrying about it.

Instead he's going to get drunk. Or at least have a drink.

He's on his second when he makes his way over to Gwaine and the shooting machine. Questionable blow job quality aside, Gwaine's amusing to be around and the way he's mastering the game is kind of fascinating. Maxxie blinks, surprised for a long second and unable to answer. "I dunno," he laughs, then shrugs and changes his mind. "Another drink?"

[likedtheodds]

Gwaine grins when he sees Maxxie, an instantaneous thrill rushing through him as things seem to click into place. He thinks, 'well, time to be charming', and somehow, he knows that this is going to be overboard. "Only if I get to share it with you," he replies. "Otherwise, what drink is worth it?"

[dancin_maxxie]

Maxxie laughs, and maybe he snorts a little too as he does it, but he's not turned off by the comment. It's a bit much, but to him that makes it entertaining.

"I think you just insulted the bar owner," he points out mildly. "But that sounds just fine to me. What do you want?"

[likedtheodds]

"The bar owner never looks twice at me," Gwaine says with a shake of his head to imply that it's a true shame. "Can I buy you a drink? The world's going mad outside, but every single drink I have makes things so much clearer! I'm wittier, I'm more handsome, at least I think so, and honestly, I feel like I could conquer Briton."

[frakkup]

"Is it self-respect?" asks Kara flatly from the table nearest him. She's been watching him a while now - it's not unlike Gwaine to be in the bar and carrying on like this, but he does seem to have an added...flair today.

"I hope it's self-respect. Or restraint. Or moderation."

[likedtheodds]

Gwaine eases back and slides an arm around her waist, bringing her into a graceful dip after dancing her several steps. He lets her back up instantly, cocking a brow upwards as he smiles charmingly and shrugs. "I don't know what it is, but the more I drink today, the better I feel. The better I get at things," he confesses, half-quiet as if someone might be listening.

[frakkup]

"Reality," Kara adds to the list of ideal prizes. "Medication. Therapy." She lets him set her to rights, but as soon as she's upright her hands are on her hips. "Gwaine, that's the drink talking. You're not better at things, you're just too drunk to care."

[likedtheodds]

"It's not, I can prove it," he insists, standing and getting closer to her until he's left little to no space between them. He sets one hand on her hip and leans in until he can practically feel her breath on his cheek. "Remember what it was like to kiss me? Before?"