The One in the Lobby

[huntersdaughter]

Who: Anyone!
Where: Central Perk Paradisa Perk aka The Lobby
When: Monday. All Day.
Notes: Threadjacking. Action. Prose. It's all welcome.



[The lobby coffee shop is somewhat peaceful. Though, Jo is trying to figure out her menu plan for the holiday and how to get Julia to not be so depressed over her own brother being a jerk. It's really not Jo's fault. Of course, he was always the favorite, so she's really not surprised to see this huge fall from grace. It just upsets her to see her friend (and her brother) so upset.

Honestly, her brother is miserable. If she has to look at Gwaine and hear that sad, near-honking, '...hhhhi' again? Yeah, there will be blood.

You can find Jo buzzing between the kitchen in the Lux and the couches in the coffee shop. She should be working, but it's the middle of the day! Who wants to work?]

Comments

[gwaine.livejournal.com]

[Jo, your brother has come down from his room for a very important favor to ask of you. Considering he's holding a shirt in his hands, it should be fairly obvious what that favor is. You know because he no longer has a girlfriend to help dress him. Or undress him as need be, but he is trying not to focus on that right now.]

Jo. Jo. Jooo. Jo-an-na.

[huntersdaughter]

[Glare. Don't ever half-of-her-full name her.]

Gwaine. [Sigh. This is why you try to keep your sister in the loop.]

You look miserable. You know, you could have told me [She takes the shirt from him.] that you hadn't told her. I could've been a buffer.

[She'll gesture for him to duck his head down. Honestly, she's done this for most of his life - she's sort of used to it.]

She's just hurt, you know. [And over the head, and reaching for arms.]

[gwaine.livejournal.com]

I forgot.

[Same tone as his depressed hi, but at least it's two words this time. He's a good little doll for her to finish dressing him.]

Do you think it's over?

[huntersdaughter]

Over? [She sighs.] Gwaine, I think that it's a rough spot. Maybe you two just needed some time and this will be good for you.

I mean, we're all trapped here. It's not like back home where we can go camping for a weekend trip or you she can go away to a shopping and spa weekend.

[Her hand goes to give his elbow a squeeze.]

We're together all the time. It wears on a person.

[gwaine.livejournal.com]

You really think that? I should just give her some time?

[Is this...is this hope? *A*]

[huntersdaughter]

She said break, right? She needed a break?

Not that she needed to never see you ever again in the castle, right?

[gwaine.livejournal.com]

I think so. Maybe.

[huntersdaughter]

Then, just relax. Stop over-thinking about it. You're my brother, and I love you, but you worry about too many things.

[gwaine.livejournal.com]

And you never worry enough. Unless it's about cleaning.

[huntersdaughter]

I worry plenty. [Mostly about him.] I just don't have time to worry about this and Thanksgiving.

[gwaine.livejournal.com]

Right, right. How many courses this year?

[huntersdaughter]

[She glances down at her notes]

Eight. I think.

[gwaine.livejournal.com]

Eight? Just eight? [He reaches over to test her temperature with the back of his hand.] We may actually see parts of the table under all the food this year?

[huntersdaughter]

[She glances up at him as he does the temperature taking.]

Ha Ha. The table is big... and there's going to be a lot of food, just not as many different things. I have to make quantity over variety.

[gwaine.livejournal.com]

Try not to let it keep you up at night. [He stretches.] Now that I'm dressed, I'm going into town. Did you need anything?

[huntersdaughter]

I don't think so, but keep your journal on you. Just in case.

[gwaine.livejournal.com]

[He mock-salutes her.]

[huntersdaughter]

[She mock salutes him back and then goes back to her menu-making.]