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Chapter 1
He slowly took a side glance at Arthur and Guinevere. So happy, so perfect, and so what? He was happy, well happy enough to pour some ale down his mouth and that was as good enough for him. He didn't deserve this, damn them to hell, for making him miserable. How he longed for her touch, her taste, her body, but Arthur was his best friend. He wasn't going to act on these damn feeling that burned in him.
Guinevere looked over at him, with wanting eyes. No, no that can't be. Arthur and she were to be married, she didn't want him. But yet…
"Lancelot! Sit here!" Damn Arthur had seen him, he would have to move from his hiding spot, to the spot next to him and Guinevere were holding hands, and sometimes kissing. But a best friend is a best friend so he had no other choice.
He took his seat, and just planed to slump and drink, but that's not what Arthur had in his head. "So Lancelot how is your new found freedom? I trust that the maidens are very happy you stayed in Britain." Lancelot just weakly smiled and drank some more ale. Arthur seeing that Lancelot wasn't in a very good mood, he decided to leave him alone, and went back to the group. "Ok, ok I've got a good one. So when I went-"
Lancelot back to his thoughts after this, until he saw a passing a beautiful waitress. He decided that now was a good time as ever to get a drink. "Well then when I looked up-"Well I'm off to get some more to drink" Arthur stopped explaining his tale that he told with dramatic hand movements, to look up at Lancelot. "Right, but take it slow, you're already a bit tipsy." Lancelot just waved his hand, and went to find the waitress. When he finally found her, she was serving drinks at the bar.
"One please" Lancelot said sitting down in front of the girl. "Ok" she said, she had a very pretty voice that almost matched how she looked. Very soft and flowing, almost sounding shy, but not quite. While she was making the drink, he was feeling bored, so had nothing to lose that he hasn't already so he started to ask her questions. "So what's your name?" "She looked up at him to make sure he was talking to her. "Oh, my name is Carine" She said in her soft voice. "Carine? I haven't heard of a name like that before." She looked up a little shy and said, "It's Armenian. My grandfather was from there." "He came this far?" "Yes, he wanted a better life for his family" After that she put his drink up on the bar and he just smiled and took it.
After that Lancelot just kept downing the drinks, till he was full on drunk. And as always when he got drunk he got horney. So when he saw Carine starting to leave, he got up to follow her. As she got outside Lancelot caught her, and started to kiss her hand. "How about you and I get a room, my lady?" She just looked into his eyes, half pissed off half turned on. "Well good knight I-"