The First Drink (Open)

[Jasen "Dreamer" Masters]

Dreamer sat at his table in mid-aftertoon, looking at a full glass of alchohol. Dreamer couldnt remember what it was, he had asked for the strongest. It had been so long since he asked though, approximatly an hour, that his mind couldn't grasp a name. He had been debating for a full hour if he should drink it.

"I should have no pause to stop," he thought," Surely i've more reason than any other man to drink my misery away." Dreamer had come under hard times the last few months, neither finantially nor respectfully. Well, maybe respectfully, but it was more of his romantic life than anything that was the cause of his ruin.

"It tastes horrible though," Dreamer said outloud. His thoughts wondered to his first and only drink, with dante. Who's loss still pained him, but not as much as his recent troubles. So he stared at the glass, unaware of any nearby on-lookers.

[Lancelot Du Lac]

Lancelot had a tendency to separate himself and go it alone, even in Camelot. Although there were a few that he was close to ..... Arthur and Merlin ..... he was not especially close to the other Knight, especially the noble ones. That was especially the case with Knights that Arthur was the closest to, like his second-in-command, Leon. Most of the time Lancelot just desired to to be sent on a lengthy patrol or a distant quest by Arthur or the King.

On this day, though, he thought that he would visit the pub at the Ram Inn and Tavern. He had not stopped in in weeks, and he had a taste for some Ale with a little food as well. He really did not prefer wine, but a good english ale, or an even hardier local brew, like one that he had recently tasted from the lands to the north of Hadrian's Wall. He expected there to be few in the pub, and reality did not violate his expectations.

He looked across the room and saw clearly that only one table was occupied, by a spare young man with fairly sharp features. He sensed an aura about him, as if this was not a person that you wanted to disturb or interfere with. He had no desire to incite him, so, as he picked up his Ale and sat down at the table across from him, he gave him a nod of acknowledgement, as their eyes met and Lancelot sat down at his table .... his glance neither challenging nor pushing at him for conversation. Lancelot saw no need to take unwarranted risks. You never knew who might be a possessor of magic.