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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[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.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"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.