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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. 

She tapped him on the top of the head. “Don’t call me that. Mead.”

He chuckled softly, throwing an arm around her. “You love it.” He turned to the barman. “A mead for the lady.”

“I will cut you,” she threatened. “Don’t call me that, Gwaine.”

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?”