Getting Back in the Game [Tybalt]

[Griff Aubert]

Ah, The Rising Sun. It was probably Griff's favourite tavern in Camelot, and one of his favourite places in the kingdom. It was a place for him to go and just do as he pleased and behave as he pleased, and sometimes avoid being punched in the face, but with his ego that was more often easier said than done. It was busier than he had expected, given that it was the afternoon, but he hoped that would mean there would be somebody interesting to talk to. Drinking alone was hardly fun, although it did give him ample oppurtunities to flirt with the barmaids.

Griff sat down and asked a passing serving girl for an ale, and was about to work on the charm when his brain decided he shouldn't be doing that. Well that was unexpected. His brain had never told him not flirt with a woman before. Since when did he stop to think about these things? There must be something wrong with him. Maybe he was coming down with something. Yes, that must be it. He was ill. He took a swig of his ale - he definitely needed that now - and tried to make sense of what was happening. This was just confusing. He bit his lip as he thought, trying to work out what was making his brain so anti-flirting. This wasn't him at all, and he didn't like it one bit.

It was all very bizarre. As he thought he dipped his finger into his drink and started tracing patterns on the wooden table. This had all started after meeting Caitrin, of this he was sure of. But she was just one woman, and, as someone who had known his fair share of women he could say with some certainty that she wasn't anything special. So what the hell was wrong with him?


Tagged: Tybalt
Setting: The Rising Sun Inn
Timeline: I've put this in series 2-3 gap, let me know if you want that changed.
Notes: I've kind of gone off on one haha, but I'm sure Tybalt can get him back to his philandering ways

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[Tybalt]

Tybalt had just entered the wonderful city of Camelot. After exploring the beautiful countryside and villages on the way, he was now in the heart of the kingdom. And it was anything but a disappointment. He loved the busyness that this city had to offer. The crowds of people, the friendliness that filled the air! Though, Tybalt was a tad delusional for he found this friendly air just about anywhere! But nothing horrid had happened yet, so why think the worst when only the best was happening? With a bright smile on his face, he strolled into the tavern that he had been referred to when he asked one of the very kind passerbys. The Rising Sun. The moment he entered he could tell that he was going to like the environment.

After all the intense walking, not that he minded, it just made him in the mood for a good drink. Perhaps a decent meal! His eyes scanned the crowd and rested on a young man sitting on his own. He was looking down at the table, seeming to be deep in thought. Even tracing the wood! Rather than feel as if he should leave the man well enough alone, Tybalt took this as an opportunity to offer his company. He seldom apologized for his intrusion. So he walked up to the young man, his words breaking the silence surrounding his near vicinity. "A good drink, beautiful women, and a crowd of people all around... " He spoke before pulling out the chair across from him and seating himself at the table with him. He knew that some came to the tavern to drink in order to heal whatever emotional pain they were feeling.

Tybalt just knew that there were other ways to alleviate such moods. "So what is it that causes such evident pensiveness on your expression?" He asked, his smile still in place. Though he did not know the man, why not offer a harmless tease and a strong smile in return for his company. He knew that this could go one of a few ways. The best being that the man did not say anything to discourage Tybalt's company. The next being that the man told him to get lost. The third being... that Tybalt got punched across the face for being so disruptive. He had experienced all such reactions, the latter being obviously the most undesired one. However, it never discouraged him from potentially making a new friend.

[Griff Aubert]

Griff hadn't noticed the man approach until he'd started talking. He'd been too caught up with his own thoughts to worry about the world around him. The tavern could have caught fire and turned to ash around him and he'd still be sat there, trying not to think about Caitrin de Archer quite so much. It was embarrassing really - a man of his repuation being quite so hung up over one woman (and an annoying one at that). This stranger's arrival was enough to bring him back to reality though, and therefore something he was quite grateful for. He would have offered him a seat, but the man had already found himself one. He was certainly an eager fellow. He did have a rather infectious smile though, and one that had Griff smiling too despite himself. "A woman, what else?" It seemed that all of his problems were down to two things: money and woman, and more often than not, the lack of either of them. In this case however, it was more the abundance of women. Normally he wouldn't be complaining at all. Normally he would already be grinning that flashy grin of his, maybe throwing in a wink or two, anything that worked. But now...he just didn't have the stomach for it, it seemed.

Griff shrugged, trying to make light of a situation which, he realised, probably sounded a lot more depressing than it actually was. It wasn't depressing. It wasn't even slightly sad. It was just annoying and confusing. But this new man looked like he'd been around a fair bit, he probably had experience in such matters. Or maybe that was just wishful thinking on Griff's part. "I'm making it sound worse. You see, I met this girl..." he trailed off, why exactly was he telling this man this? He didn't even know his name. "I'm Griff." Noticing the man's empty hand he added: "Let me buy you a drink before I bore you with my problems."