That's Why the Lady is a Tramp (Gaston)

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You'd think that the last place Lance wanted to sit and have a drink would be the Casino he'd just spent an eight hour shift in, but he kind of liked the place, and they gave him a staff discount on the drinks, of which he could drink as many as he liked as long as he wasn't in his uniform.

So he'd changed into a plain shirt and jeans and parked himself at the bar with a beer, watching the crowds as they gambled away their cash - that was one thing he never would do while he was here, if anybody knew the house always won, it was a dealer.

Several beers later, and he was wondering if being a dealer would actually help him, he always saw people that didn't know when to quit, so he'd know, right? And maybe some of that house magic would rub off on him and he could actually win... this was drunken logic at its finest, but he was still just sober enough to realise he was setting himself on a path he really shouldn't be going down, so he turned to the guy next to him to distract himself.

"House always wins, can't forget that." He said, by way of an opener, perhaps slurring his words just a little.

[gaston]

Gaston was just debating going over to the nearest table and gambling every penny he had. He was bound to win. He was Gaston Avenant! Of course he'd win! He won everything! He got the finest kills on the hunt. He was clearly the best looking guy for miles around, that was a win in itself. And he won all the girls... no, almost all the girls. But he was trying his best not to think about that.

He was in the process of putting his glass down and getting up off his stool when the bloke next to him spoke. "The house always wins... hmmm..." Gaston frowned, stroking his chin. "The house always wins, eh? But I am Gaston Avenant!" He did, however, sit back down and order another scotch, with a beer to wash it down.

After quickly downing his scotch, he looked at his new companion, squinting slightly to focus. He'd had rather a lot of scotch. Bloody Gwen... No, he wasn't thinking about that. He was forgetting it. Completely. He was going to be old Gaston, the way he used to be, bedding every girl in sight and never allowing himself to get tied down.

"So." He began, taking a swig of the beer. A vague thought crossed his mind that he should slow down. "Who are you, what are you drinking, and are you gay? Cos, honestly, I have enough gay friends, and I might leave before you try and snog me. I know I'm irresistible, but it's getting old now."

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Lancelot stared at him for a long moment. Sure the guy had knocked back his scotch with the enthusiasm of one who has been doing so for a while, not to mention that he'd thrown in a particularly bizarre conversation-starter himself, but that really had to be one of the oddest things anybody had ever said to him.

Unless this guy knew Kay, in which case it was probably pretty understandable.

"Straight as an arrow." He confirmed "A really straight arrow. Also, beer and Lancelot."

Then he realised he'd answered the questions the wrong way round and started again.

"That is, my name is Lancelot, I'm drinking beer, and no, I'm not gay."

Was it really all that common, or was he just noticing it, here, where everything was so different anyway? Merlin was gay, Kay was... well, Kay, and now this guy apparently had a bunch of gay friends. Maybe there was something in the water.... he cast a suspicious glance at his beer then shook his head, almost laughing at his own stupid assumption.

[gaston]

His first answer suggested that his name was 'Straight as an Arrow', he was drinking beer, and his sexuality was 'Lancelot'. Well... the last thing sounded pretty gay, and Gaston frowned, trying to work out if 'Straight as an Arrow' was some kind of Native American name, when Lancelot corrected himself.

"Oohhh. That makes more sense. I thought you were trying to tell me you were a gay Red Indian. I didn't even know they had those." He shook his head, thoroughly confused now. He took another swig of beer, working out Lancelot's answers in his head. "So your name is Lancelot?" He scoffed, then suddenly scowled. "I think I preferred Straight-as-an-arrow." He'd remembered another Lancelot he'd known... and he blamed that ass entirely for the fact that he no longer had the love of his life. "I need more scotch."

He ordered another scotch, and Lance another beer, pushing it towards him as the bartender put it down. "Congratulations. You have won the much-coveted position of my drinking partner for the night. If you don't keep up I will shoot you, behead you, and mount your head on my wall." He looked at Lancelot, his expression deadly serious.

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Lancelot snorted, tempted to make some comment about the village people (he liked pop culture, it was interesting, although some of it definitely confused him) but suddenly his name was causing a scowl, and he mirrored it with one of his own.

"Don't tell me, there was this other Lancelot, and you don't like him." He tooka swig of his drink and glared at the counter "Well, you and me both. Everywhere I go in this place, he already got there first, and everybody's judging me based on him. Dick."
He was a lot blunter when he'd had a bit to drink, he stopped taking quite so much care to be courtly and noble.

He scoffed, taking the proferred drink with a nod of thanks.
"There will be no mounting. Just make sure you can keep up with me"

[gaston]

Gaston's scowl remained as Lancelot's mood darkened. "Bingo." Gaston said darkly. "If it wasn't for that..." Gaston swore loudly..."then..." He paused, taking a long drink, and a deep breath. He sighed, looking sidelong at his companion.

"Why dwell on the past though, hm?" He asked with a forced smile. "Better to focus on now, focus on the alcohol in my hand, and how drunk I'll be in a couple of hours. And if you're not that Lancelot..." He raised his glass to the other man, "Then that's good enough for me."

He smirked at Lance at his last comment, glancing past him as his eyes fell on a group of very attractive, very skimpily dressed girls a little further down the bar. "Well... I wouldn't say there'll be no mounting at all..."

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Despite the fact that Gaston had been one of the few people to actually accept the fact that he wasn't that Lancelot and thus shouldn't be judged by him (and Merlin didn't count anyway, since they already knew each other before), Lance was still feeling a bit bitter about the whole thing. So when Gaston pointed out the pretty girls, he glanced once at them and then turned away with a noise of disgust.

"What's the point? They'll probably just decide I've insulted them by the fact that I dare to share the same name as some other bastard and use it as provocation to start a war against me." He muttered, downing his drink and waving over the bartender for another. "Women." he finished succinctly.