Mission Impossible [Gwaine]

[shonz]

“I’ll drink to that.”

"Hear, hear!" Percival laughed as he raised his own tankard and bumped it with Gwaine's before downing it in one swig. Then he raised his big muscled arms up to flag a nearby waitress who was just making her way back to the bar with a tray full of empty glasses. The waitress looked at him with wide surprised eyes when she saw that the man who just called for her attention was practically half naked in the middle of the busy tavern. She only shook her head, and placed the tray on the bar before making her way towards Percival and Gwaine. "What can I get you, handsome sirs?" She knew exactly who these men were. Sir Gwaine was a regular, and he had seen his tall big companion (she didn't know his name) out and about wearing the colors of the knights of Camelot. Crazy way these men let off steam after a hard day's work, she thought.

Percival smiled a lazy drunken smile at the waitress. "Well, beautiful maiden, I am in a predicament. One of your other waitresses took my shirt in exchange for a drink," he started rather boldly, the things ale can do to your inhibition. "She hasn't returned with our drinks yet." That elicited quite an amused look on the waitress face. She looked at Sir Gwaine with questioning eyes, wondering if his friend was serious. Then she looked at Percival again, and looked closely she did. She had to admit that that amazing hunk of a man, with chests and abs as prominent and probably as hard as as rock, does deserve another tankard of ale...simply for giving her something to dream about tonight. She gave him a smile, and turned away without a word. Confused, Percival looked at Gwaine for an explanation. "What happened there? Did I not make myself clear?" Not a few moments later, however, the waitress returned with two tankards full of ale. "On the house, gentlemen," she said, putting the tankards on their table before literally sashaying away.

“Shouldn’t you get your shirt back before we go?”

Percival was enjoying his new tankard as Gwaine brought him back to his senses with his question. In Percival's alcohol-addled mind, it was a crazy question. How can he get his shirt back? The woman was nowhere to be found anymore. "For all we know, she's probably already sleeping with my shirt and having mighty good dreams about it. I don't want to take that away from her," Percival replied with an incredulous look on his face, as if Gwaine just asked him if he was alive or not. Percival was completely out of it now, drunk, no question about it. He then took a long swig from his drink and swiped it again in one go. "Go on and finish your drink, my brother. Let's go home. I'm sleepy."

[thegwaine]

Gwaine clinked his tankard with Percival’s before proceeding to drink from it. The amount of female attention he was getting tonight really was disappointing, and he would be lying if he had said that he was incredibly pleased with how things were going at the moment. Everyone seemed to be ogling over the new slab of meat, and forgetting the regular which was very disheartening in a way. Gwaine would have to try again soon, when Percival wasn’t here, that would do wonders for Gwaine’s self esteem, then he would have all the women simply eating out of the palm of his hand. It was an amusing thought, and one that kept him going somewhat as he continued to drink.

It was clear that Percival was more versed in this game than he had let onto initially. Gwaine was almost impressed; almost. There was another woman here now who appeared to only have eyes for Percival. Gwaine pulled a slight face but quickly reprimanded himself, he wasn’t jealous, why would he be jealous? If he were jealous then he would show it, and he certainly wasn’t. Coughing slightly, he continued to drink, and laughed as the woman walked off, leaving Percival utterly bewildered, “I’m not sure, maybe she’s gone to get some air.” He winked at his friend but soon enough the woman was back with more ale. This night was turning out to be better than Gwaine had hoped for after all. He couldn’t ever refuse a free ale. “I’m sure she appreciates the shirt.” Gwaine snorted into his ale, and continued to drink.

Gwaine was going to protest, and insist that they stayed for at least another five pints, but he realised how tired he was as well. They had been on guard for hours after all, and they did have training tomorrow afternoon and Gwaine wanted to get some sleep to work off his hangover before he was expected to face his fellow brothers with a sword. He had been beaten black and blue more times than he could remember because he had been hungover. It never stopped him drinking of course, and it never would. “Fine, but don’t expect me to carry you up to the castle” Even if Gwaine wasn’t mostly drunk, he wouldn’t have had a cat in hells chance at being able to help his friend anywhere. Percival was much taller than he was, and Gwaine doubted he had the strength to drag him back to the castle if he got any drunker. Perhaps leaving now was a good idea. He could always sneak some ale from the kitchens if he was still itching for a drink in his chambers. Polishing off his drink, he turned to his fellow brother and stretched out slightly. “Shall we go then?” Before the barmaid made him a better offer.