The Club is Alive

The music throbbed in Arthur's ears as he and his friend swaggered into the club. Several club-goers turned to stare, mainly girls. They smirked and danced slightly more suggestively in order to get their attention. Gwaine was in the crowd faster than the others blinked.

"Do you reckon there will be any none-plastic girls in this place?" Merlin yelled over the racket.

Arthur shrugged and looked around the place, before locking his eyes onto a familiar sight.

Vivian.

"Oh no," Leon stood a little behind him, "Not her. Not her."

"Yes, her. I CANNOT believe that she's here. The press is going to have a field day."

The next hour was largely uneventful. Many a girl flirted with Arthur, but he just mumbled an excuse and headed away from them. He had so far managed to avoid Vivian, until she unfortunately spotted him walking away from the bar.

"Why hello," Vivian's dress was rather short and very revealing, "It has been far too long Arthur."

"Go away."

"Why so rude?" Vivian flung herself onto him, "Have you missed me?"

"Have you been drinking?" Arthur smelt the air around her.

"I've had a vodka shot, but nothing more. I may be a little intoxicated but not too much."

"Oh look, an old friend," Arthur waved at an imaginary person in the crowd, "I have to go. I'll see you later?"

"I'll be waiting," Vivian dispatched herself from him and staggered over to her friends.

He sighed and decided that he would need the toilet soon, so he might as well go then. He walked round the corner and heard a horrible sound.

"Get away from me." The voice was dauntingly familiar.

"No. You're hot." This tone was slurred and drunk, also of some memory to Arthur.

"I warn you, I've been told I can kick rather hard."

"I don't care."

"GET AWAY FROM HER!" This was enough for Arthur, as he whirled round the corner. The sight, even though he slightly expected the idea, still surprised him.

Gwen looked at Arthur with fearful eyes, whilst Lancelot still looked fairly dazed.

"I said get away from her," his tone was even firmer.

"Why should I? She's hot," Lancelot slurred, balancing himself out.

"This is harassment, now step away from Guinevere."

"Who gives you the authority to tell me what I can and can't do?"

Arthur stepped forward and balled up Lancelot's shirt in his fist. Ever so speedily, he threw him against a wall, anger consuming him.

"I SAID TO GET AWAY FROM HER!" he roared.

Lancelot scowled and pushed past Arthur, back in the direction of the central hub.

"Are you okay?" Arthur turned to Gwen, who was shaking. Tears floated in her eye-lids.

"Obviously not," he placed an arm around her shoulders, "Come on, let's find your friends."

She did as required and was led out of the horrific scene, "Thank you so much Arthur. I was so terrified when he cornered me. How can I repay you?"

"Just think of me as a friendly do-gooder who rescues beautiful women from the clutches of those with the intent of evil."

Gwen giggled through her tears.

YAY! More Arwen and less Vivian- I like that! Thank you for all your lovely reviews! I can tell there are some lovely people in the world.

Peace be with you xxx