#seth3

"I never managed to beat this one," Gwyn groused, hunched over one of the blinking arcade cabinets as Seth returned to the game area, "Almost forty years! The man that runs this place is going to be exhausted with me." He tossed his head back with a scowl before catching a glimpse of the drink the gancanagh had picked out for him and Gwyn's expression lit up in an instant, plucking the tall glass from the other's hand as he abandoned the controls. "Much appreciated, darling. To many more in the new year!" The sith took a healthy swig, making an appreciative noise as he glanced Seth up and down over the rim of his drink. The younger man looked excellent this evening, if Gwyn did say so himself. Or maybe the hybrid was just getting predictable with what he liked. "Pick something out here you're good at; I'm tired of losing," Gwyn sighed amiably, twirling on his heels to gesture broadly to the surrounding games, "Maybe if we play together you can drag me along to victory for once. You seem like you'd be good at this kind of thing and I do mean that as a compliment."