Ha Ha. This is in no way similar to any fairytales. Not at all influenced by a song about fairytale that will crop up in a following chapter. No way! Also there are so many pubs called the King's/Queen's head I had to make it the Arms! Next update in half an hour, maybe?
"And that's how I got fired." finished Gilbert before talking another gulp of beer from its bottle. He was drinking in the park at midnight with his two best friends know collectively as: The bad friends trio, Or two perverts and a paedophile, depending on who you asked. While Francis and Gilbert were on the swings, Antonio was attempting to drink his Sangria upside down while hanging by his legs from the climbing frame. He chocked then fell off.
"Very dignified, Tonio!" laughed Francis before getting up to help his friend. The Spaniard jumped and ran over to the now empty swing.
"You snooze, you lose!"
"AH, the only snoozing I plan on doing tonight is after sex." He replied with a perverted smile. "You see, my friend, my target will be returning from the King's arms in a matter of minutes. I shall simply happen to be walking by. He will take me home then… le sex!"
It seemed that everyone was getting some except him. Not that he would ever admit it. Soon his friends went home and he was left to do a runner when the PCSOs arrived to enforce the no drinking in public places law they sometimes warned him about. Usually they just poured it out, onto the ground. When he got home he thought about that 'Mattie' who got him fired. 'No,' he decided 'It was Ivan who told me to go and his bitch just went along with it. That boy had nothing to do with it. Poor guy. No awesome in his life…' That's when Gilbert decided to climb up the gutter to visit the blond in the tower. Like the prince in Rapunzel. Just way cooler and more Prussian, rather that German.
The idea even sounded good to him after the hangover!