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Now let it be known that Kuervo is a lot of things and a gossip is one so long as it's with the right people.
People seemed to tell him things they really shouldn't, especially if they are under the influence of alcohol.
That led him to here, sitting across from a drunken Oliver, "So, you say you have some information about the Kestrels?"
"You didn't hear this from me..." Oliver warned cautiously.
"I never reveal my sources," Kuervo promised.
"Guqqie has a special friend within the Kites, Aimee, they went on a date recently actually, brought each other flowers and chocolates. Such a cute couple they are, like sunshine if you ask me."
"Guqqie and Aimee," Kuervo muttered, taking notes on a scrap piece of parchment.
"Kyle has a girl back at home, can't remember her name but apparently she's a pretty one, he loves her to pieces."
"So he is strictly with her?"
"Yes, no ifs ands or buts about it."
"I see," Kuervo nodded.
"Martyn sleeps around a bit but finds himself fancying a Heron's company more than anything else," Oliver finished his drink.
"They are aesthetically pleasing to look at, not for me though," Kuervo commented, noting the lack of alcohol in Oliver's mug.
"Sausage is very fond of one specific Heron, that Denholm boy, Scott. Pity he wasn't a Kestrel like us, he'd have fit right into our group relationship," the Kestrel revealed to the Kite.
"Your group relationship?" Kuervo pressed, pushing another beer towards Oliver.
"The Kisstrels, that's Marty, Sausage and I, we do things together that my wife must never hear of. Scott would have fit right in, such a gorgeous thing he is," Oliver spoke with great yearning.
"Gracias Oliver," Kuervo tossed a pouch of gold onto the table and sunk the rest of his drink before disappearing into the shadows of the night with his newfound information.
