Room 406 at the Arms Hotel, Saturday Evening

[bitchprince]

Arthur and Merlin had stumbled into the room with one or two or three glasses of something alcoholic in them, by the time they'd been through with everything and... everything. Arthur's mind was pleasantly fuzzy as he ambled for the stereo almost immediately, poking at the rack of CDs and then poking at the machine itself.

"I remember," he said, drawling slowly, as if he was terrified he would trip over a syllable and cause a truly tremendous accident, "I remember how these work."

He jabbed the on button. The whole thing lit up. "You see," he said, turning around and wagging a finger in Merlin's general dir-- oh, that was right in front of Merlin's mouth already. "...I remember."

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[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Remember what?" Merlin asked, flopping back on the bed about halfway into that. It was a soft bed...

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"Music!" Arthur said, triumphantly. Triumphant for a few seconds, at least, because the music emanating from the stereo was loud and made him wince.

He jabbed at the button until it turned off. "Proper music," he muttered, poking at the CDs some more, looking for something from a proper time-- "Greensleeves," he added. "Always sodding Greensleeves, 's the best they can come up with."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"I like Enya," Merlin confided in a whisper that was not quiet at all.

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"Of course you do," Arthur muttered.

Give him time. He'd realise there weren't more than two CDs - probably left by some poor sod who forgot them - in due time. "Greensleeves - bloody Greensleeves - or... or..."

He squinted.

"...A Tribute to Robbie Williams."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Can't we just play that video of otters?" Merlin asked. Despite the fact that it was a CD player and not YouTube.

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"No otters," Arthur stressed, finally just throwing the damn tribute CD in there. He was mildly mollified by the fact it didn't start off loud. "Off the bed. Up on your feet. Come on, you lazy twat."

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Merlin made a disgruntled noise, trying to cover his face with a pillow. "I don't even know who that is!"

[bitchprince]

"You don't have to," Arthur called to him. "Dear lord, you are never going to learn how to dance with that attitude. Then again, I doubt you will with those feet. Get off the bed."

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"Nooooo." Merlin, throwing a pillow helps no one.

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It just leads to Arthur catching it.

And lobbing it back at your head. "Stop being so useless."

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"Am not," Merlin insisted, dragging himself upright.

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"You are," Arthur said, with all the dignity he could muster set to a bad cover of 'Love Surpreme', and reached for Merlin's hands. "I didn't catch Katchoo, but I can still dance," he argued.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Mrtlin snorted in amusement, giving him a look for all that dignity before taking Arthur's hand. "Oh, I believe you."

[bitchprince]

"You're not a woman, much as you try at times," Arthur said, sighing, "But I suppose you'll have to do."

Which led to an oddly controlled first attempt at a two-step.

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"Me?" Merlin didn't help that by squeaking like a girl. "I'm nothing at all like a girl."

Even though he was letting Arthur lead. Damn it.

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"Massive girl," Arthur said, rolling his eyes, and gripped his hip like Merlin was, yes, the girl. "Barring in your breeches. Come on."

He was confident his grace would cancel out Merlin's... Merlinness.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

That was... unlikely. Sorry, Arthur.

Merlin stumbled forward, clutching Arthur's shoulders like a lifeline. "You're a twat," he grumbled. Maturely.

[bitchprince]

Arthur sighed louder, and gripped Merlin's hips more firmly to keep him steady. Which meant he had to let go of Merlin's hands. "And you're useless," he granted, still swaying a little.

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"You're useless." Merlin, wit was not your skill when pissed. But this was a nice position to rest his chin on Arthur's shoulder. And maybe cling a little.

Like a baby koala.

[bitchprince]

Such an utter, utter girl.

If Arthur had been less drunk, he'd have already noted that 1) they were now essentially slow-dancing, and he didn't do that kind of thing, and 2) leaving a pissed Merlin anywhere near his arse was a dangerous thing.

But he wasn't, so he just snorted. "This is barely dancing," he said, which was murmured into Merlin's ear mostly because it was close and Arthur felt that if anyone should move first, it should be Merlin,

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"It's a sort of dancing," Merlin grumbled, running his hands down Arthur's shoulders to his hips. Because he was made of the best intentions.

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"Should've known you wouldn't even be able to remember how to stay upright," he sighed.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

And that would be the groping. Look, if Arthur didn't want to be groped, he shouldn't have had such a nice arse. "There was punch."

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"Oi," Arthur protested, though nowhere near loudly. "Yes, I can tell."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"You had some too." Which made it okay. Really.

[bitchprince]

"I did not," Arthur said, with dignity, and completely defying the fact he was currently literally swaying to the music with Merlin and getting quite into it, "Drink all that much."

He rubbed at Merlin's back with one hand in order to... keep him upright.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Of course! He was very helpful like that.

"Oh, I think you did."

[bitchprince]

"I do not have your horrible excuse for 'holding your liquor'," Arthur argued, pressing a kiss to Merlin's neck because... he needed somewhere to put his face.

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"You're pissed," Merlin insisted, wrapping his arms around Arthur's chest now.

[bitchprince]

"I am not!"

And he was going to argue that until he passed out, too.

"You are."

He nuzzled at Merlin's hair.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Totally pissed now. Totally.

Merlin grinned, clumsily pulling Arthur in the direction of the bed again. "Completely pissed."

[bitchprince]

"You can't dance," Arthur argued, rolling his eyes. "Or walk." He slid his arm back around Merlin's waist and tugged him towards the bed himself, completely unaware that hadn't been his original intended destination.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Shhh." That was a legit response, Arthur. "Bed."

[bitchprince]

"Imp," Arthur decided, and shoved him at it. Then joined him seconds later, clumsily stripping off his shirt.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

And down went Merlin. He waved vaguely at Arthur before scooting further up on the bed. Sometimes too much alcohol was a bad thing.

Yes, only sometimes.

Sigh, Merlin.

[bitchprince]

Useless, Merlin.

Bugger the breeches, thought Arthur, who crept into bed next to him and threw an arm over the lad. He was cold, and had apparently forgotten about the blankets. Merlin would do.