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[gwaine.livejournal.com]

Who: Gwaine and YOU
What: A medieval man in a casino. This can only end well.
When: Second day of Diwali, fuck yeah
Where: Ballroom-turned-casino

Sir Gwaine is going to punch Allen Walker.

The temperatures have taken a very noticeable downturn so wandering out shirtless is not a very good idea lately. However, neither does he want to stay in the house overlong. Gwaine + work ≠ happy and work is what Arthur has been piling on after the braining and kidnapping fiasco.

Unfortunately for him, the only clothes left in the house today were these. Or so Allen a little too cheerfully informed him before basically shoving the shirt over Gwaine's head.

Yep. Gwaine is going to punch Allen. But that'll have to wait. The foreign sound and lights of slot machines are doing a very good job of distracting him right now.

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[gwaine.livejournal.com]

"Certainly." He offers her his arm.

[huntersdaughter]

She takes his arm and begins to walk toward the tables with him.

"Are you good at gambling?"

[gwaine.livejournal.com]

"I've picked up a few tricks." By which he means gambling is partly how he funded his drinking habits. And one of the reasons why he was never able to stay in one place very long.

[huntersdaughter]

"Then we should have no problem making a rather good showing of our skills," she states as she gestures toward one of the tables. She'll either clean house or get cleaned out, depending on who else is at the table.

[gwaine.livejournal.com]

"Confident, are we?" He winks flirtatiously. He leads her to the table, taking the time to pull the seat out for her before finding one for himself.

[huntersdaughter]

"I've found that confidence does tend to help in these situations."

She'll take her seat and smile up at him, before gesturing to the table for the game to begin.