A Girl Like You in a Place Like This [Elsa]

[Griff Aubert]

Griff Aubert was in a rather good mood, which was somewhat of a rarity these days. He had no money, he was having to live with his overly sensitive and judgemental (in his opinion at least) older brother, and didn't have that much hope that anything was going to get better. Even so, he was a sunny day and Camelot was a busy place so he was determined to enjoy himself. He was currently trying to find a tavern for two reasons. Firstly, he had nothing else to and it seemed as good an idea as any, and secondly because he was bound to find someone interesting there. Every tavrn had its own resident drunk who was more than willing to divulge their entire story to any listener. With any luck they'd be far worse off than Griff, and he'd feel even better.

The city was full of taverns, but only a handful looked like the sort of place a young, narcissistic nobleman could go without eventually being punched in the face. He wasn't the most humble of men, and doubted those who spent their lives in taverns would feel any sympathy for the poor little rich boy who was having to deal with the world. It was therefore a matter of self-preservation that he found the perfect place. Of course he wouldn't know which was the "perfect place" until he managed to remain un-punched. This was a conundrum. But the desire for ale and some company was perhaps stronger than any fist would be, metaphorically speaking, and so Griff Aubert found himself entering the nearest tavern.

Hmm...this might not be so dangerous after all. Unsurprisingly, it wasn't heaving with customers. But then it was the afternoon - so he probably shouldn't be drinking in the first place but oh well - and until Griff arrived populated only by a few older men and, of course, the resident drunk. Pleased with himself at having found a rather good tavern, he headed over to the bar. He wasn't really paying attention, he just sat down and asked for "A pint of ale please." When he looked up, he saw just who was about to serve him. He immediately grinned his signature flashy, teeth-revealing grin. "Oh, hello"

Tagged: Elsa de la Noue
Setting: Camelot City
Timeline: I've put this during the series 2-3 gap, let me know if you want this changed.

[Elsa de la Noue]

The tavern wasn't at all busy. There were a few men and then the drunk that was always there. It wasn't a surprise to Elsa, who had taken to working in the tavern some afternoons. Elsa's younger brother, Kendrick, was now working in the bakery with her parents and doing much of the work she used to. It was nice because they could now send Elsa to neighboring villages to get ingredients so that one of them didn't have to leave, but it also meant that when they didn't need Elsa to go somewhere, she had time to spare. Luckily, the tavern was an easy place to get a temporary job and the owner didn't mind when she wasn't able to come in on short notice due to errands given to her by her parents.

Elsa was wearing one of her handmade dresses: it was done in fabrics that were shades of brown and had long, tight sleeves that wouldn't get in the way as she served. A dirty apron from the tavern was tied around her waist and her hair was left to its own devices, making it long, curly and big. She glanced up as the door swung open and someone new entered, but didn't make much note of it until the man sat down in front of her.

A pint of ale was easy enough and so she quickly grabbed a cup and began to fill it. His next words, however, caused Elsa to flush. "Er, hello," she replied. "Here's your pint, sir." She set it down in front of him, feeling embarrassed and bashful. Of course, many drunk men liked to flirt with her when she worked in the tavern, but this man wasn't even drunk. She usually just assumed that the men were lowering their standards because of the alcohol, but that was obviously not the case here.

[Griff Aubert]

Griff was still grinning at her, and although he was more than used to women swooning at the sight of him, reactions such as this were always appreciated. He was surprised though, most barmaids were used to flirtations such as this and were quick give as good as they got. Maybe this one was new and inexperienced. Well, if that was the case he just had to take advantage, didn't he? And besides, this would actually be quite selfless on his part. Any attentions she received was obviously going to brighten her day.

He took a swig of his drink, not taking his eyes off her as he did so. While she wasn't the most beautiful woman in the world - but then he was finding not many quite compared to a certain redhead he'd met a few weeks ago. Annoyingly so. What was her name again...oh yes, Caitrin. Caitrin the Redhead. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. He'd have to try and find her again, although she'd probably just shout at him if they ever met again. She was probably the most frustrating woman he'd ever met. Everyone else just found themselves swooning at him, or at least blushing furiously whenever he looked at them. Caitrin was different though... he stopped himself. That sort of thing was going to get him into trouble. Here he was, with a drink and a beautiful blonde and what was he doing? He was musing about some Mercian. Well, that would never do. Setting the tankard down, he leant his forearms on the surface. Now his thirst had been quenched it was time for a little fun. "A refreshing pint and a beautiful view, it must be my lucky day."