InsaneJournal

who: Merlin and Arthur
what: being goofy/awkward
where: merlin's flat
when: evening, after he helped gwen
status: closed/incomplete

There were many things that Merlin would not admit to doing - ever.

First, Merlin had not now and would not ever drink alcoholic drinks that were pink in nature, very sweet, and better tasting with every glass. Second, he would not be getting drunk because that had the potential for him to do something stupid. Third, he wouldn't lay on his floor, buzzed from the alcohol, listening to music.

He might not admit to it, but that is what he'd done. Not for any particular reason. It'd been a long day, long month. Now he had plans to meet Morgana for the first time in little over a month. After leaving Gwen's place, he'd gone out to get a drink, and got more then he'd bargained for. He'd been given something sweet, so tasty that he'd ordered two more. Now he was laying on the floor of his apartment listening to music. His eyes were closed, and he was flushed and tingling all over. Merlin was enjoying himself actually, it was nice, and he was focused only on the steady beat of the music filling his apartment. He was still buzzed and didn't even realize the door had opened.

Not that he'd be bothered. He was in too good of a mood to be really upset about much right now. He wasn't thinking completely clearly, and his worries had temporarily taken a back seat. Finally he turned to the person standing over him, and found himself smiling up at Arthur. "Eeeevening, sire."