Breakup Blues

[sonofpellinore]

Lamorak is, in the best tradition of messy breakups, making his way to the kitchens with the intention of getting roaring drunk.  He's sober for now, though, and might actually welcome some company, depending on who it is.

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[star_in_night]

Elaine is already there, putting away the dishes from supper, which Lynette picked at and Modred mostly ignored. She turns to get out of his way, and then hesitates. "Sir?"

[sonofpellinore]

"Elaine... I..." He's at a bit of a loss, angry and hurt and not quite sure how things went bad so very fast.

[star_in_night]

"Is everything all right?" taking his hand gently.

[sonofpellinore]

He shakes his head. "Forgive me. I'm a bit..." His voice breaks a little.

[littlebetter]

Aghaghaghagh is approximately Gaheris' reaction, and a muttered, "Hell--"; he attempts to move out of the way, but, having the agility of a thrown brick, ends up smashing his hip against the corner side of the table and doubling up with momentary pain.

[sonofpellinore]

"Oh, Jesu, man. Watch where you're going."

[littlebetter]

"Damn it, me?" he manages.

[sonofpellinore]

"I'll go. I'd not pick a fight with you, or Sir Mordred, lord. I am done with the lot of you."

[scoffandjest]

Dinadan, always astute, naturally enters with a deep and thought-provoking inquiry: "Are you drinking?"

[sonofpellinore]

"No, I'm dancing a jig. God's beard, man."

[scoffandjest]

"Fair enough." He pulls over a chair. "What's wrong? No, wait. Let me guess. Love. Lady Morgause."

[sonofpellinore]

"I've left her."