Who: Robin Hood and Guy of Gisborne What: Going for suspiciously normal drinks Where: Roadhouse When: Evening of the 1st of October Rating: Low, maybe no one will even be punched Status: In Progress
Why on earth Hood had wanted him to come for a drink was still beyond Guy, and part of him still expected an arrow through the heart every time the man spoke to him. But things had calmed somewhat. They were working on classes together, Marian was...a prize far beyond his reach now and he had his own life, his own friends even. Oh it wasn't like at home where at the end, at the very end he'd named the man friend. But it was something. It meant something that they'd gotten this far.
He wondered the reason, yes. But he wasn't about to push it. There would be no point and really, did he care enough to press the issue? He'd sit, he'd drink with the man. He'd try to hold back on the snide comments about Marian because there was little point anymore and maybe, just maybe they could be civil. Though if anyone was getting arrested this time it was going to be Hood.
He was still more than a little bitter about how that had played out if he was honest. The jail cell in York had been cold and smelly and full of ingrates, including their shared brother of course. Still, better than Nottingham's jails he supposed. That had just smarted given the amount of people he'd thrown in them in the years previous.
He'd gone to the Roadhouse at the time arranged, ordered two ales and placed them at a table still within view of the bar. He supposed it would be a test if Robin actually drank something he'd gotten for him. But with Marian around, with so much changed between them, would he still really still think so little of him that he would expect treachery like that, more befitting Vaisey than Gisbourne himself.
He'd always said it would be a fair battle between them if it ever came to it. But here, in this world. It would not come to it. They would drink, they would be social. No one would get punched in the face.