Eric pulled off the soaking and stinky Sir Robin costume and gasped
as
he felt the cold air against his skin. True to form, as soon as the
rain had ended, the Terry's resumed filming, causing Mike to groan
openly in front of them. Eric grinned as he remembered the expressions
of hurt the Terrys had on their faces. They just couldn't believe that
everyone else weren't having as much fun as they were. Eric jumped in
the shower and yelped at the cold water. He had stayed behind after
filming while Mike checked out the meadow and fed on a couple of mice
he found. Subsequently, they were both late in getting back and had
only the cold water to wash with. As consolation for a crappy days
filming....at least in everyone's eyes except the Terrys....they were
all going into a nearby town for a few ales at the pub.
He quickly scrubbed some soap all over his body and rubbed some shampoo
in his hair. He rinsed off quickly trying to avoid being under the cold
water. As he got out and toweled off, his teeth were chattering madly.
He hoped filming would be done soon so he could back to his own flat
and his own endless supply of hot water. He brushed his teeth, and
after he had finished, he ran a comb through his long blonde hair. He
frowned as he stared at his reflection. He was going to have to get a
trim too when filming finished. His hair was longer than when they had
begun and he could see some split ends. Still, his own hair looked alot
better than most of the crappy wigs he and Mike wore during the Flying
Circus days. He looked around for the hair dryer and remembered that he
had loaned it to Jonesy the night before.
Grumbling to himself, he went to his bed and pulled on a navy blue
sweater and beige pants and his socks and tennis shoes.
He heard a knock on the door. He called out for whoever it was to come
in and watched as Mike peeked his head around the door...
"About ready?" He asked.
"Yeah, wait a tic, I need my wallet."
He walked over to the dresser and grabbed his wallet out of the top
drawer. He nodded at Mike. Mike held open the door and as Eric went
through and shut off the light, he closed it back for him. Eric pulled
out his key and locked it and looked back at Mike....
"Finally, Let's go have some fun for a change!" He said with a grin.
****
Eric and Mike sipped their ales as they listened to John talk. Normally
he was very reserved and moody, but the ale and the pub atmosphere
coupled with the fact that he didn't have to walk around in his wet
Lancelot outfit helped to cheer him up and make him pleasant to be
around for a change. John elbowed Graham who was beside him and they
snickered at his story...Apparently the man who was playing John's
'horse' had been on quite a few sexual escapades lately with the women
they had brought in for the Castle Anthrax sequence and during down
times, he had let John in on the details of his conquests.
To hear the man talk, He had f**ked almost all of the fifty women, and
not only that, he had done it everywhere...from way out in the meadow
to the tiny platform Jonesy had to stand on. It was hooked outside one
of the bedrooms of Doune Castle, where he played the effeminate prince
and Mike played his father. John and Graham were laughing not only
because the supposed Don Juan was no looker by any means, but if the
stories were true, Jonesy might be standing in the man's cum when he
was out on the platform...
Mike laughed politely as he sipped his ale. He was more concerned with
Graham at the moment. He and Eric had been with them since they had
gotten to the pub and already Graham had had about six more ales than
the rest of them. He and Eric were both aware that Graham drinked, but
up until the filming began, they didn't realize just how heavy a
drinker he really was.
They watched as Graham rocked back and forth unsteadily as he snorted
and giggled at the slightest thing John said. Mike glanced over and saw
that Eric's attention was focused on him too. Suddenly in the midst of
the giggling, Eric spoke up...
"Don't you think you've had enough for tonight, Gray?"
Graham and John stopped giggling and looked at Eric who was regarding
them both with a stern expression on his face. Mike looked from Eric to
the pair and back at Eric who had folded his arms across his chest
waiting for an answer...The sight of Eric sitting like that was enough
to throw both of them into unrestrained giggling. Mike realized that
although John wasn't as stone drunk as Graham was, he was pretty tipsy.
As the giggling continued, Eric sighed in frustration....
"I shoulda stayed back at the hotel with Jonsey and Gilliam and went
over the script with them. At least they would have been more
responsive than these two."
Graham looked over at Eric, mocking him with the same stern expression
he had given him earlier....
"Oh....Eric....Don't be such....a pooper party!" He barely got out.
John looked at him and howled at his flub up. His howling laughter
caused Graham to totally crack up and the two of them fell against each
other laughing themselves to tears...
Eric looked at Mike and shook his head..
"I'm going outside for some fresh air." He said as he got up.
Mike sighed as he watched Eric stomp to the door in anger. He looked
back to John as he heard him cry out...
"Oh...C'mon Idle! I haven't told you yet what Watkin's told me about
shagging the girl on the catapult. It gives new meaning to Pitchez le
vache!"
***
Eric leaned back against the wall of the pub. He took some deep breaths
trying to release the anger he felt. He wanted to be back home now more
than ever. He had grown tired of filming and the other pythons. The
only people who didn't irritate him were Neil and Carol and Mike.
Everyone else was either arguing, or complaining or, in Graham's case,
getting drunk off their ass. He had grown tired of hearing people
boasting too. This Watkin's wasn't the only one who had claimed to have
laid one or more of the girls, by any means. It seemed like every day
that they were here, he was having to listen to someone tell how they
had finally shagged one. It was never any of the principal cast though,
it was always one of the crew members or the 'horses' or some minor
player. Eric figured that was because he worked so closely with the
principals, if they did try to boast of a sexual conquest, he would
soon learn if it was true or not.
Eric snorted to himself. Not that he hadn't considered bedding one
himself. After all, they had been filming for three months and the only
woman that was ever really around was Carol. And she had already made
it clear she had no interest in any of them except as friends. Besides,
Carol had been with them so long, he practically considered her 'one of
the boys' and he had no interest in her either. He remembered then the
day they brought the other women to the set in buses. Every male's eyes
had practically popped out of their heads...except for Graham, for
obvious reasons.
The women they had chosen were beautiful but not stunning. Eric figured
if you had a bunch of virgins locked away in a castle in the middle of
nowhere, they should be some of the most beautiful women to ever walk
the earth...that's how it always was in the fairy tales. But with their
limited budget, they had to settle for what they could find. Still,
they were lookers, and Eric wanted so much to bed one. The problem was
they were either married, uninterested, or shy to the point of avoiding
eye contact with anyone but the Terrys, who they had to have contact
with in order to get their performances straight. Eric had asked Jonesy
one time if the girls had ever shown any interest in either him or
Gilliam when they were alone with them, to which he recieved the
incredulous reply...
"No! Those women are professional actresses. Why would they be
interested in shagging?"
Jonsey's reply earned him nothing but a raised eyebrow and a silent
stare from Eric. Sometimes, he worried about Terry. He was beginning to
think he buried his nose in those medieval history books a little too
often...
Eric jumped as he heard someone cough beside him. He turned and saw a
beautiful young woman watching him from the doorway of the pub...
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