Shut Up and Kiss Me (Dimitri)

[Guinevere]

Guinevere was not one to frequent bars, certainly not bars like this one, and especially not bars like the one she was currently frequenting, alone. It just wasn’t a good idea for a girl like her, and yet here she was because it was the only place that none of them would look for her in. It wasn’t that she didn’t love and adore her friends it was just…there was only so much she could bare hearing from Arthur and Merlin about how they were both sooooooo happy. It was sweet at first, now it was just annoying.

Ever since Lancelot (the first one, not the exceptionally annoying new one) had left things had…well…since then she hadn’t exactly had a line of suitors, not now that everyone thought she was desperately in love with her fiancé Prince Arthur Pendragon of Camelot. It was sort of difficult for a girl to find her own bit on the side when she was feigning true love.

Looking down at the bourbon and lemonade in front of her she stirred the liquid around with the straw, watching as the ice in it spun round and round. She really shouldn’t have come out alone with nothing but her own miserable company.

[Dimitri]

It was over, it was all over. He should’ve never gone back, he should’ve never let her go, should’ve, should’ve, should’ve...

Staring miserably into his glass, Dimitri swirled it around, watching the partially melted ice cubes bobbing in the alcohol. He shouldn’t have waited so long to go after her, but he thought that was what she wanted, what she needed: some space. They had been having problems, he had drawn away a bit as he threw himself into his search for Rasputin, wanting to destroy the monster before he could even think of going after Anya again, and while he had tried to make up for it before she had left he could only hope that time and space would help.

It had done the exact opposite.

When he had finally had enough, when the communications had stopped and his letter had gone unanswered for far too long, he had finally made the trip back to their home world. That way had held only heartbreak.

Looking up at the lady who had seated herself at the other end of the bar, Dimitri was surprised when he recognised the face. “What’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?” he asked before chuckling a bit at himself when he realised he had just spouted off a lame pick-up line in his half-drunken state. He hadn’t meant it that way; princesses like Guinevere don’t normally frequent dives like this one.

[Guinevere]

Gwen looked up at the speaker and smiled a little. She had been expecting some half drunk idiot who had been egged on by his friends to go an attempt to chat up the pretty girl at the bar. What she saw was…well…something much worse and yet somewhat endearing at the same time. “A girl’s got to get her whisky from some where,” she said picking up her bag and her drink and moving to the other end of the bar to join him, whether he wanted her too or not, “why not here?”

Sitting down beside him on one of the bar stools she continued, “And what is a boy like you doing in a place like this?”

He looked…bad. Really bad, not fashion wise or even looks wise at all just…something had happened, something bad and it was written all over him. It certainly put her own woes into perspective.

[Dimitri]

Dimitri didn't particularly want company, he was perfectly content to drown his sorrows alone or at least that was what he had told himself. The fact of the matter was that he had spoken to her first, he had started the conversation, so maybe unconsciously he had wanted her to join him.

"Why not indeed," he chuckled when Gwen took the seat beside him. It wasn't entirely implausible, she had dated Gaston after all. "Definitely a good place to hang out if you don't want your own people to find you."

That's what they were, the royals: her people, not his. He had been stupid to think otherwise, and idiot to believe it could have ever worked.

"A boy's got to get his vodka somewhere, why not here?" Dimitri replied with a lopsided grin that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Besides... unlike you, a boy like me belongs in a place like this."