A drink at the bar.
Gwaine waved Summer over, a smile on his lips. “Sum! Let me buy you a drink, what are you having?” He asked, smiling.
Gwaine shook his head. “Okay fine.” He took the mead and handed it over to her. “Sorry.”
“Good.” Summer took the cup and downed a long swallow, then perched the cup on Gwaine’s head. “What are we drinking away tonight?”
Gwaine tried to balance the cup on his head, showing off a little. “Do we need a reason to drink?” He asked, raising an eyebrow; the cup finally falling. “Aw…”
“I figured usually there was a reason. Battles won, women lost, things like that.” Picking up the cup, she showed him how it was done; lifting the chin, because the flattest part of the head is the very top.