It's 5 o'clock somewhere (Gaston)

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Since his arrival in Tintagel he had been immersing himself in the culture of the place, and by immersing himself in the culture he meant checking out all the bars to find the best beers and the lowest prices. He was attempting to get to grips with this ‘technology’ which just seemed to be a fancy word for magic and was getting sort of closer to understanding it. He had a phone, it was confusing and kept making noises at him but the associates at Grayle Corp had told him it was essential that he had it and attempted to use it. The only reason he hadn’t ‘accidentally’ dropped it into a tankard of beer was because they said they would replace it if he ever broke it.
 
However he must have found the off switch because it was currently being silent as he sat in the bar doing what he did best. Drinking.
 
Drinking and making friends.
 
It helped when he offered to get the beers for everyone, that was a sure fire friend winner. He was currently sitting at the bar with an avid audience of listening to one of his tales.
 
“…And then they made me their chief,” he said before taking another long drink of his ale, “course I couldn’t stay could I? I had things to see, people to do so I got my rear end out of there as fast as I could and headed home. But then it wasn’t long afore I met this young lass trapped in a tower. But of course that’s another story…”
 
The crowd groaned and urged him to continue, especially the group of young tavern girls hanging on his every word. Gawain grinned and said, “Well, I came across this tower and- aw mate! New drinker barman! Get my new friend a large tankard of ale!”
 
He pointed to the tall dark haired man that had just entered raised his own tankard and then turned back to the crowd, “so…where was I?...Aw right. It was midnight like, and I was own my horse and this is where it all got a bit spooky…”

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He'd been spending a lot of times in bars recently. They were the safest place to be - he could sit by the bar and watch the door, in full view of all the hot girls in their skimpy skirts, and also giving him the perfect view of them. Sitting by the bar also gave him the perfect view of the door, giving him the opportunity to see who was coming, and disappear into a dark corner if needed. There were quite a few people he'd rather not see at the moment - Gwen had far too many friends.

On this occasion, his usual seat was taken. By someone who had gathered rather a crowd around him. He frowned slightly, intrigued as to what was so amazing by this guy that he could gather such an adoring crowd. It looked just like a scene from Gaston's tavern at home, with one major difference. Gaston wasn't the centre of attention, some other guy was. Gaston moved a little closer, listening to the guys story.

He had an odd moment of enlightenment. A moment he hadn't had since he arrived at Tintagel. In fact, he didn't think he'd ever had a moment like this. He needed to learn from this stranger. He needed to be taught. He'd never had a problem holding the attention of his adoring fans back home, all the guys wanted to be him, and all the girls wanted to be with him. Here... no one wanted to know. But here was this stranger, clearly doing everything right. And Gaston wanted to learn.

He reached the edge of the crowd, and raised his eyebrows as he was bought a drink. He accepted the drink, taking a seat at the bar, contemplating the other man. Generosity as well. And look at the adoring looks on those girls' faces. He wanted to learn.

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The man that had entered the bar graciously accepted the free drink and Gawain grinned at him, just to draw out that tension in his story a little longer. He had been doing this for years, storytelling, there were some truth in his tales, things that he had actually done, but it was always good just to flesh them out a little. A little more action for the lads and a little more romance for the lassies. The difficulty was getting the balance between the two. Of course, sometimes the classis tales were the best.

“Well it was the middle of the night, I come across this massive tower in the middle of some dark wood,” he said lowering his tone and becoming a little quieter so people needed to lean in, “it was all funny looking, didn’t have any doors down the bottom, but you know I could hear someone singing. A lassie. So I thought tae myself. ‘Gawain, yer gonna have tae go up there and find out just what that lassie is doing up a tower wi no doors doon the bottom.”

He took a swig from his drink as the group surrounding sighed, urging him to continue, “So I gathered all my strength and began to climb. It wasn’t easy, stones kept falling away from it and I nearly fell to my death several times.”

The girls surrounding him gasped and one of them grabbed Gaston’s arm to steady herself, her other hand flying to her chest, “But eventually I got there, swung myself in through the window and said ‘Lady I am here to rescue you from your tower of-…bloody hell lassie you don’t half need a hair cut.”

The men around began to laugh and slap him on the back as the women rolled their eyes and smiled. Gawain, grinning, continued, “I said, ‘hen, don’t you think you could have thrown those luscious locks down and given me a lift up?’ and she said, ‘aye but I was busy.’ ‘Wit where ya doin?’ ‘….I was wahsing my hair!’”

They all laughed again and he took a drink of his beer, calling out for another story, another round of drinks. Grinning happily he looked over at Gaston and said, “What about you lad, you look like you got a couple of stories to tell?”