SomeNightToRemember

[GWAINE]

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”He never did see it coming. All of a sudden, whooshhh.” Yes, there were hand gestures to go with that. Fire, Gwaine was describing, albeit pretty poorly- not that it was his fault the other drunks were too slow to follow along with his story. All and all, it was a normal night for the knight of Camelot. Gwaine had got off patrol and entered the tavern a good three hours ago, and since then he’d had a steady flow of drinks delivered to his table. He’d arm wrestled, flirted, and made friends with nearly every person who walked through the doors. Despite being relatively new to Camelot, Gwaine was probably one of the most recognized figures at the local tavern. He was very willing to admit that he was, in fact, a drunk. Most people frowned upon the term, but he really didn’t see any problems with it. Gwaine drank for pleasure, never out of misery and never did it cause him to commit acts of dishonor. The influence of mead gave him some of his best ideas and could fight drunk- probably better than he could fight sober (certainly more surprisingly). So the way he saw it, there were many advantages to his particular lifestyle. And life was too short of rules and stereotypes.

Tilting back the legs of his chair, Gwaine raised the bottle to his lips, chugging the contents in its entirety (save a good amount that spilled from the sides) while a number of people watched him, some excitedly and others with irritation as if bets had been placed on whether or not he could do it. (They had.) ”Another ale!” he told the barmaid, winking as she walked past, taking orders from several others at the table. He let the now-emptied jug hit the table loudly, smiling breathlessly in the wake of his victory, before going back to storytelling. The time, it was of his time as a champion in the arena, and his grand escape and quest with Arthur and Merlin which.. was supposed to have been top secret on penalty of death but its not like anybody would believe him (the way Gwaine embellished and forgot things it was often hard to tell what he was getting at at all) assuming they even remembered the tale in the morning.

It was getting late- not later enough that Gwaine and the others were ready to head back but the doors were no longer opening on a regular basis. Which meant that when they did open, it was quite the surprise. Seeing the familiar face, Gwaine stopped his story, got up, and stumbled over to where Gwen was standing. Losing his footing just as he reached her, he instinctively put his hand on her shoulder to keep his balance. Realizing this, he brushed his hair from his face with his other hand and shot her an extremely cheeky grin. ”Now what is someone.. as beautiful as you.. doing in a place like this?” Waiting only a moment for her answer, he took her arm and led her back to where he’d been sitting. ”This is Princess Esmerelda,” he announced to the group, sounding entirely serious about the whole thing, although the way he was smirking, it was hard to tell if he was drunk and confused or just using being drunk and confused as an excuse to try and win an obnoxious award (okay so it was both). Turning his attention back to Gwen again he raised her hand to kiss it. ”May I have the honor of a dance, my lady?”





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[GUINEVERE]

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Gwen was at her home just tidying up her things for the sake of cleaning. When she got bored, Gwen thought about life and thinking about life led to bad things and bad decisions. So she kept herself from thinking about life by cleaning. Cleaning everything. It was ridiculous the lengths this woman was going to, to avoid thinking. Of course after hours of cleaning, she had finished and nothing else to clean. Now what? Sighing loudly, Gwen threw the dirt water to the back of her house and went back inside. She sat down at the table and glanced around. She could make herself dinner. If she was even in the mood to eat. Her stomach was growling slightly but honestly no food would satisfy her right now. She glanced over her shoulder and eyed her cloak. Maybe a walk would be nice. Yes, a walk. That would be perfect! Grabbing her cloak, Gwen quickly left her house and began walking through the lower ring of Camelot. Nothing exciting was happening. Just the normal night life of the lower ring. People were closing up shops and the tavern was getting ready for the obnoxious drunk people.

Guinevere kept her head low as she passed the tavern, at risk of being pointed out or hit on by someone revolting. Her plan was to walk swiftly past the door without hesitation but that failed when she heard an all too familiar voice. The woman stopped at the door and glanced up at the sky. She could keep walking and let him do whatever he wanted. He was a grown adult and grown adults can make their own decisions. And they were the ones to live with the consequences the next day. But of course Gwen couldn’t live with herself if something happens to Gwaine and she had the power to stop it. Sighing, Gwen decided that she would step in, and if he needed her help with anything then she would help. If he didn’t need any help then she would continue on her way. There was no way she was going to become one of those adults that made horrible mistakes and had to deal with the backlash. She took the hood off her head and walked into the tavern. It smelled of sweat and ale, she suppressed the grimace she wanted to make. Glancing around, Gwen was trying to spot him before he spotted her. That however was not the case. She felt his hand on her shoulder, catching her by surprise. Had it been anyone else she probably would have calmly stepped away and walked out.

“I was just making sure everything was okay in here. I heard your voice from the street and thought I should check up on a friend.” Gwen ignored the compliment and cheeky grin. This was Gwaine; he had a flirty nature to him. And while Gwen cared for him like a brother, she would not play into his flirtations. Especially with her love life being so fragile. Of course before she could figure out what was going on in the tavern, he was introducing her to everybody. But not as Gwen as Princess Esmeralda. Great. “I’m not…I’m not a princess,” she tried muttering to the people around her that were staring. Of course none of this seemed to matter since they were pretty much drunk from the ale and such. Of course she didn’t even bother to correct the name part of that. As long as they knew she wasn’t a princess things would be okay. And of course things didn’t stop there! Gwen glanced around as she noticed more people stare at his next gesture and question. Now she didn’t know what to do. Guinevere didn’t have the heart to reject him in front of everybody but she also didn’t want anybody to get the wrong impression about them. “I, um, I…” Gwen stammered and leaned forward, lowering her voice to a whisper. “Everybody’s staring.” As if that wasn’t obvious, but maybe if he noticed it then he would stop. Then again this was Gwaine.
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[GWAINE]

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Once he was fairly sure that he wasn’t going to fall on his face Gwaine removed his hand from Gwen’s shoulder, still smiling at her charmingly despite her obvious disregard to his compliments. Gwaine was, no denying it, most definitely a flirt. Though his remarks were genuine (she was a very beautiful woman) Gwaine considered Gwen to be a good friend and he had no intentions of pursuing anything other than some fun back and forth. For someone who spent so much time flirting Gwaine actually had very little interest in pursuing a relationship with anyone. He thought the things were entirely useless and bothersome. Sort of like having to get up in the morning and train. Yeah, Gwaine wasn’t all that crazy about that. But he had to go every once in a while to keep the real princess (yanno, Arthur… TeasingMyOwnCharacterHereAwk-Warddd) happy.

”Oh well everything’s just wonderful here! Always is.. Except when Leon decides to ruin all the fun. And when it comes time to pay.” Gwaine wrinkled up his nose in distaste. Of course, he was only joking about Leon. It wasn’t the man’s fault he was getting old. The paying thing.. Really though, you’d think by now every tavern in the nearest five kingdoms would knew that serving Gwaine was going to drive them to bankruptcy because he never actually paid for anything. Of course, he never really got into trouble for it either. See, he used to just run away. But now that he was sort of permanently in Camelot, he had to get creative with the solutions to his poverty. So he’d picked up this clever little hobby called gambling. It was fantastic, really. You made intelligent observations, won fights, or got lucky, and voila- more money than you came in with. Well, either that or he lost and transferred his debt over from the barmaids to Percival. Percy loved him and, being a noble, happened to be ridiculously wealthy so.. everybody won.

Gwaine really was oblivious to Gwen’s uncomfortableness with the whole being adressed to the whole room as a princess thing. It wasn’t like the majority of the people in the room didn’t already know who she was anyway (not to mention if they didn’t, they weren’t likely to remember it in the morning). ”I , um, I… Everybody’s staring.” ”You say that like it’s a bad thing.” He let her hand go and smirked, ”You’re among friends! Let down your hair, live a little bit!” Had he been sober he probably would have realized she was embarrassed and laid off but he just wasn’t seeing the problem right now. So that said, dancing. Gwaine put his hand around her waist and spun them around, which would have gone a lot better if this was an empty room and not a crowded tavern because it sent them into another person who in turn tripped over a chair and sent quite a few things toppling to the floor. Gwaine of course thought the whole thing was hilarious. "Oops," he said quietly, smirking at Gwen. Carefully stepping over the mess (because now was the time to be careful, you know) he led them to a less crowded area before people could start yelling at him. ”Don’t worry, you're in good hands. I promise I shall keep you safe from all the strange drunk men and magic flying chairs.”






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[GUINEVERE]

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Gwen could smell the alcohol in his breath and she suppressed the urge to wrinkle her nose. “I think it’s time to pay now,” she muttered, hoping that he didn’t hear her. He didn’t appear that drunk but he did smell like it. “I’m glad you are having a good time, Gwaine. As a knight of Camelot you are allowed to have some time to have fun.” Gwen didn’t know anything about being a knight but it seemed like they were always throwing themselves into danger and risking their lives. All for their king and Camelot. It was very noble of them. So yes they were allowed to have fun every once in a while. However there was a limit. Something Gwen didn’t want to point out and ruin Gwaine’s evening. He liked seeing her friend have fun and enjoy himself. He kept getting kidnapped and tortured by Morgana, so Gwen didn’t want to be that person that took his good time away. Because you nevr know when Morgana was going to strike again and, inevitably, take Gwaine from the kingdom…again. One would think the knights would know better and keep a better eye on the guy. Or at least put a magical tracker on him when they went to fight Morgana.

“I’m just pointing it out,” Gwen whispered to herself uncomfortably. She knew most of the people in the tavern, but still. It was awkward to be stared at. Not that it didn’t happen when she was around Arthur. But when she was around Arthur nothing else really mattered at that point. She glanced around at everybody as they watched the two of them interact. Before Gwen could counter the whole living a little thing she was being spun around. First of all, Gwen does live every now and then. In the comfort of her own home or around Merlin. You know where it’s safe and nobody is there to notice. She doesn’t really do it when there is a crowd around her. And secondly being spun around didn’t really help anything. And suddenly Gwen ran into another person because you know they were in a place that was crowded and wasn’t exactly meant for flinging around a girl. Her bumping into the person caused a domino effect and things quickly escalated around them. “I’m so sorry!” Gwen exclaimed, quickly trying to help pick up chairs. Of course she was interrupted from doing her good deed and being dragged off once more by Gwaine. Gwen wasn’t sure how safe she was with Gwaine in this moment. After all look at the mess he made her cause. She felt back and wanted to go back and help clean it up but apparently Gwaine wasn’t having it. And she wasn’t about to fight a drunk knight. “I don’t think you can keep that promise Gwaine since you qualify as a strange drunk man,” Gwen joked as she smirked at the man. She was clearly joking around with him; she didn’t mean to insult him. But it was true. How could he protect her from strangers when he was the one flinging her around the place?
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[GWAINE]

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Gwaine only grinned when Guinevere said that as a knight he was entitled to have a good time. She really needed to tell her boyfriend that. Oh yeah, okay, so it was supposed to be some big secret that the two were head over heels for each other. Oops. It was obvious. "And when are you allowed some time to have fun?" he asked curiously, slightly amused by how flustered she seemed to be getting as they stood in the middle of the room. While he did believe that Gwen needed to take some time and enjoy herself (because despite any argument she might have made she did need to loosen up sometimes), it was sort of lost on him how her enjoyment might and been very different than his own. In his defense, he was drunk. That was usually his defense when he did stupid things.. even when he wasn't drunk. Either he was drunk, or it was Leon's fault. Either one. Or both. This one, he wasn't quite sure how to blame Leon for. But he'd have something by morning- he was sure of it.

Yeah.. okay.. so the spinning thing didn't really go as well as he'd planned it out in his head. Not a good room for dancing. At least they could say they tried. "Sorry!" he called as he led Gwen away. Yes, the good thing to do would have been to help clean up. But there were enough people (who they'd helped knock over) to pick up their chairs (that they'd knocked over). No one had been hurt, so Gwaine didn't think it was a very big deal. I mean, it wasn't like stools getting knocked around wasn't a common occurrence. There were very few evenings at taverns that did end without a few things being knocked over. (He'd clearly seen too many bar fights.) But Gwen seemed to think it was a huge deal. "Not the place for dancing then." he commented, again taking the whole thing extremely lightly.

Gwen started joking around too and that was pretty much a sign that he'd been successful and he was pretty damn proud of himself. "I don't think you can keep that promise Gwaine as you qualify as a strange drunk man." He feigned offence. "Strange, maybe, I'll give you that. However I'm most certainly only slightly tipsy." Which in turn meant she had nothing to worry about. "And I'm the good strange.. there's a difference." He just felt the need to clarify that. He was interesting. Not creepy. Again, there was a difference. And of course he expected Gwen to just understand what he was thinking without him explaining anything.







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