Who: Kyle, Gwen, and Quinn What: Pancake Thanksgiving (not to be confused with a werewolf bar mitzvah) Where: Gwen's pad When: Thanksgiving, after Quinn takes off from Batsgiving Rating: Probably mild
Kyle had spent close to twenty minutes arguing for Gwen to let him in, and he was pretty sure that the only thing that won her over was him saying "I have nice shoulders. And about fourteen shortstacks." She'd smiled at least at that. He'd tried to come prepared, he found that she was alone, which surprised him, seeing as how she'd told him she lived with two teenagers. But he figured all the extra food he'd brought (literally one of everything, plus half a million pancakes) would get eaten sooner or later.
The evening had been a bit awkward to start, but he found that he got comfortable quickly, and it at least seemed to be rubbing off on her. Before too long they were watching some bomb on a bus movie and having, honestly, the best Thanksgiving Kyle had managed to have in quite some time.
Gwen got a phone call and he turned down the volume instinctively but kept his eyes on the TV so he didn't seem like he was intruding. However, he was still a cop, so it seemed to him that one of said teenagers was coming home. He hoped she liked pancakes. "Everything alright?" he asked once she was off the phone.