Disclaimer- SingingYah for King Arthur it's so cool, all guys in it make me drool. If I could I would get a swimming pool! Singing
Now so u know the difference.I'm the one who wrote that song, BUT I didn't write King Arthur, so I don't own the characters, all I own is a sad song telling people I drool and don't have a swimming pool. I know, my life is sad…
"Well good knight I would love to, but I'm off my shift" She knew how to handle these drunk men. Just because she worked in a bar doesn't mean she was just a common whore. Many a men had asked her but she found a way around it without actual telling them she wasn't a whore. In fact deep in her mind she enjoyed men thinking she was pretty enough to be a whore. She wasn't proud of this, so of coarse she didn't say this out loud, but she felt it.
"Well my lady, I have wa-atched yoou alll nighttt" he said in a drunken slur. "It will bee only you I waant, and I always get what I want." She felt the drip on her hand, which Lancelot hadn't quite let, go of get tighter. She was starting to be scared of what he was going to do.
Lancelot saw that what he thought was charm wasn't working on Carnie. So he decided to take matters in his hands, literally. All of a sudden Carnie felt a pair of hands on her arse, and then she felt weight pushing her onto the wall of the bar. Lancelot stood over her with eyes that didn't seem forgiving. Then he started to kiss her neck. She didn't know what to do, he seemed to be nice before she gave him all thoughs drinks. And even if she was thinking about him her whole shift, now all she wanted to do was get him off of her. She was getting closer, crushing her to the wall, and making it so she could smell the pungent odor of ale on her breath. But when he started to trail his kisses down, she knew it had to stop, they were in public for gods sakes.
She started to feel around the wall for something, anything that she could use to make him stop. When she finally found a large stone on a crate, Lancelot had made his way to the strings on her bodice, and had undone about half way down. He clearly had one thing on this mind, and didn't care if either a passing stranger or best friend saw him. So when she grabbed a holed of the stone she didn't feel that bad, that was until after she proceeded to hit him in his head.
At first he just gave her a stunned face, but then proceeded to have his eyes roll to the back of this head, and fall to the ground. Damn wasn't a very good to hit a drunk man in the head, as she had just meant to stun him giving her a chance to run away. But he didn't have that plan, so as he lay passed out on the ground, she was trying to think of what to do with him. She couldn't very well just leave him here by himself. But it's not that she could very well carry him back to her house. Her being a very slender girl, he was about twice the size of her. Maybe she would just stay here with him until he woke up. No, no he would surely wake up with a temper, quick to blame. She had seen the type. She was just about to start to cry, out of frustration, until the men and the beautiful women that Carnie had seen him with. At this time she figured out that she didn't even know his name, and she had thought about taking him to her house. She felt a blush creep over her cheeks. But then remembered what she must do. So as the group turned and started walking toward her and the man. She got up and ran down the alley that proceeded next to her, praying to the gods that they wouldn't hear her as tripped over a box. While running down the alley she heard a gasp, which she knew had come from the women. Then a name was said but as the wind rushed over her ears all she heard was "Lan-ot" She knew that this "Lanot" would be taken care of, but she still couldn't help feeling bad. What if she had really hurt him? All she had seen in the night darkness was a flash of blood when he fell. She started to get really scared what would happen to him, but then she remembered that he was the one that was attacking her. What would have happened to her if she hadn't done that? She didn't even want to think about it.
So when she got to house, she had reassured herself that it had been the right thing to do. That everything would be ok. That this "Lanot" would be ok, and even if he wasn't it wasn't like she would ever see him again. This she told herself when she went to sleep, little didn't she know that by the time she would arise in the morning, all that she told herself would be a lie. And lying next to her secret of liking it when men thought she was a whore, she herself already knew all of this.
A/M: I hope I didn't make Lancelot to horrible. Just remember he is drunk and none of us have seen him drunk. I know how u all love my cliff hangers, so I did this one, the same . So I guess you'll just have to add me to ur mailing list!
P.S. I will keep all my chappy's short so I can write more and make them better, but I'm still open for suggestions!