Never Saw It Coming [Tag Will]

[Allan A Dale]

Allan wasn't very happy with Will at that particular moment. He'd been having a lot of fun with Kate (although the witch talk hadn't been quite as entertaining) and then Will had come along and dragged him away! And now they were probably going to go back to camp and Allan would be bollocked for getting drunk and abandoning his mask or something to that extent. And the irony would probably be that whoever bollocked him would be just as drunk, if not worse. Allan was feeling slightly less drunk and a little more sick, but he certainly wasn't sober.

He turned to Will, who was stumbling along beside him silently, and Allan couldn't help it. He started giggling. His companion was slightly red from the alcohol, leaving a flush across his cheeks and it was a strange sight to Allan's slightly dizzy eyes. He remembered Luke looking slightly similar and felt embarrassed. Allan slowed down slightly and put an arm out to Will's to get him to stop.

"Uh, I'm sorry," he muttered, taking his arm back and rubbing his other elbow. "For the Luke thing. I mean he did look like a gir- yeah I'm sorry, um, you're not gonna murder me in my sleep or something are you? I mean I like my head where it is and if you kill me how can I hang out and help the gang and- Yeah I'm gonna shut up."

Allan mentally slapped himself. He really needed to learn to shut up when he was drunk. He kept his gaze on the floor - he was slightly scared of what Will was going to say.

[will]

One foot, two feet and don't trip the same thing repeated in his head as he walked. Trying to not to get his foot caught in any vines or what have you. When Allan grabbed at his arm he stopped to turn and look at him "Whut?". Will couldn't help but smile hearing Allan say he was sorry for well..hitting on his little brother. "You should be saying sorry to Luke not me, you probably scar'd that boy for the rest of his life" which was actually more funnier when you think about it.

"At least it was Luke and not Kate" it wasn't like he didn't like Kate with Allan it was just..weird. He had known Kate pretty much half of his life and seeing her end up with Allan made his brotherly like instincts kick in. It wasn't because Allan was a bad guy or anything it was just odd at least to him. Seeing Allan and Kate getting drunk together and Will knew what usually happened when two people drink heavily.

[Allan A Dale]

Allan let out a little sigh of relief. Will found it funny. Good. Allan wasn't sure if he could handle having another reason for Will to be mad at him. And he had apologised to Luke... He thought. Actually, he couldn't remember all that well. When he'd realised it was Luke he was still a little grouchy about the archery thing and so it was possible he hadn't apologised after all... Oh well, he could always apologise again next time he saw him.

Allan's relief changed in an instant, and he felt a little bit sick. Well, a bit more sick. Will had seen them drunk together (and he hoped, at this point, that Will would think more of him and know he wouldn't try to get Kate that way. He wasn't that drunk... yet) and it had clearly worried him a little. He felt a bit bad; if Will didn't want him to flirt with her then he could probably stay away... Maybe.

A little thought niggled the back of his mind, and he started grinning. He nudged Will in the ribs and threw an arm over the other man's shoulders.

"You jealous?" he joked, patting Will's shoulder and giggling drunkenly. He looked into his friend's eyes and tried for a serious face, but the humour was too much and he couldn't help but grin as he said "You know you'll always be my one true love!"

He took his arm off Will and stuck his index finger in the air. "Although," he announced, again trying for serious and failing. "She is pretty nice."

A bird flitted through the trees nearby, disturbed by their loud talking, and Allan jumped back to Will's side, grabbing his hand. What if it was the witch come to get them? He cursed Kate for telling him the story of the witch but was also sort of relieved; at least he knew what would happen to them if it was a witch. And Will could totally protect them if Allan couldn't. He didn't know why he was so sure that one of them could fend off the witch but he was positive of it. "Uh, think we should be moving?"

[will]

"Of you and Kate?" the brunette outlaw said with a risen brow. Will felt his cheeks burn slightly when he heard Allan say "one true love". He didn't understand why it just happened. He secretly thanked that it was dark out so Allan didn't notice. "Kate's always been nice" one thing Will always remembered about the Miller's daughter. She was always nice to either himself or Luke. Though after the stealing of her father's flower they didn't really talk that much after it.

Feeling Allan grab at his hand made that burning his cheeks form again. "What? What did you hear?" suddenly panic filled his veins as he looked around a little. It only been a couple months since Guy had caught him and nearly killed him in the dungeons. Guy was more then likely out for his blood just because he got away with all his limbs attached.

(WOOOO)

[Allan A Dale]

“Who else?” he asked, grinning. It was a shame it was so dark, he really wished he could have seen the look of scepticsm on Will’s face – the voice was excellent, disapproving and it made Allan chuckle. Then he nodded. Will had known her for years, but the poacher had a feeling they were thinking of different meanings when they used the word nice.

”What? What did you hear?” Will asked, and Allan felt a little stupid. Of course it wasn’t going to be a witch, she was probably asleep like all the other sane people in the country (which just went to prove, as far as Allan was concerned, that they were NOT sane. At all. It seemed to be part of the job requirement…).
”Nah, it’s nothin’,” he mumbled, tugging on Will’s hand. ”C’mon, we better get back, the other’s will probably kill us if we stay out ‘ere all night. Djaq’d have my neck if you catch a cold, leastways.”

He felt Will’s hand tense and turned to look at his friend, once more cursing the light. Something was clearly wrong. ”You ok, mate?” Will seemed a little shaky, and Allan couldn’t really blame him, considering the last few weeks worth of events and his little brother’s “triumph” in the contest that evening. He hadn’t really seen the other man around throughout the day, so he didn’t know if he’d gotten particularly hammered (as Allan was quite aware he had) or not. Or if he’d made as big a mess of the day as he had. It had all been quite fun, really.

”Oi, what you been up to anyway?” he asked, poking Will in an attempt to distract him. ”I didn’t see ya around that much, it was a little disappointing!”

Remembering that they were supposed to be leaving, Allan straightened himself up and pointed forwards. ”To home!” Before he set off, however, he looked at the floor closely.

”You don’t reckon I’m gonna fall into another one of your pits, do ya? I don’t fancy spending the night in a ditch.”

Not with witches abroad…

(OOC: AH ASH! *Glomplick* Duuude! Missed you so much! Sorry about the kinda crappy post, I’m… at college, XD;; ergo my brain is somewhat dead. Now, to Vaysey!post…)

[will]

"Djaq is gonna kill you anyways for getting me drunk on ale" He said with a tiny smile the sudden feeling of being watched disappearing. Will wasn't much of a drinker so it more or less went straight to his head. Thankfully he didn't drink as much as lets say Allan. When Will heard Allan ask if he was alright he simply nodded "Yeah I'm okay, just worried I guess with what has happened lately". Amazingly he had healed pretty quickly well soft of he still wore a bandage on his hand. It still hurt to do some things with it carrying things and what have you. Djaq told him it would only take a couple more weeks before it was back to normal.

Feeling the poke Will couldn't help but well..giggle Allan knew he was ticklish "Robin told me I shouldn't go into Nottingham for a couple days because of Guy" Will couldn't help but agree with the outlaw leader. Guy was more then likely furious and staying hidden from the leather clad nobles wrath felt like the best thing to do. "Just look where you step this time" Allan had been walking backwards the first time he had fallen into out of the gangs traps.

[Allan A Dale]

”Aw, come on! No fair!” Allan whined, pouting a little, forgetting it was a bit more than futile in the lighting. ”It wasn’t even my fault this time! H-h-hic-how is it my fault if I wasn’t with you?”

Allan paused for a moment to think this through. Then he nodded, drunkenly. ”Oh, yeah, ok…” He hadn’t exactly been charged with looking after his boyfriend, but he guessed it was part of that unspoken best friends thing. He wished there was a handbook or something, because he kept getting caught out on these little technicalities.

”’Iz been busy,”Allan nodded furiously, suddenly realising he’d been holding onto Will’s hand all this time. He grinned and lifted them in the air, swinging it to and fro, chuckling as the arms dropped back down to their normal place. He turned to try and see if Will found it as funny as he did. Shrugging, and not waiting for a question, he tugged on Will’s arm and tried to drag him on.

Will giggled at the poke and Allan was pleased. He’d forgotten Will was ticklish, actually, and it seemed like a really good idea to start tickling him again (especially round the neck), but fortunately (for Will) another bird startled him out of his thoughts and urged him to get them both home.

”Robin told me I shouldn’t go into Nottingham for a couple days.”

”Not being funny, but why would ya want to go there anytime soon?” he asked, hiccupping slightly and nearly skipping. He was still pulling Will along and had turned round, walking backwards, when Will’s comment (took a few minutes to) hit home. He paused and looked at the ground suspiciously. He tapped a small part with one foot and, once reassured it was solid, carried on walking backwards.

”You know,” Allan said loudly, trying to sound somewhat sure of what he was saying. ”There’s witches in these here woods. Witchy witches.”