Merlin throws himself down onto a bench and crosses his arms in a gesture of manly defiance at the barmaid. "Ale. Make it a full pint."
She gives him a dubious look--proving that although Merlin hasn't actually been to the tavern in many months, the staff hadn't forgotten the last time. But dammit, if he's going to get accused of spending all his time at the tavern while he's actually saving Camelot (and Arthur's arse), he might as well get a real drink out of it for once.
A hand falls heavily on his shoulder. "So. Want to tell me again about how you're not always at the tavern?"
As he looks up into Arthur's smirk, Merlin supposes he didn't need that last shred of dignity after all.
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Date: 2011-12-14 07:57 pm (UTC)She gives him a dubious look--proving that although Merlin hasn't actually been to the tavern in many months, the staff hadn't forgotten the last time. But dammit, if he's going to get accused of spending all his time at the tavern while he's actually saving Camelot (and Arthur's arse), he might as well get a real drink out of it for once.
A hand falls heavily on his shoulder. "So. Want to tell me again about how you're not always at the tavern?"
As he looks up into Arthur's smirk, Merlin supposes he didn't need that last shred of dignity after all.