There was much joy in Camelot. Their prince, Arthur, had returned unscathed from his last adventure or ahem quests to save Camelot, and on top of all that, it was his birthday. Of course there had to be a celebration! So Uther was throwing a party for his son. Just a feast, you see, with jugglers and acrobats and plenty of ale. This will end just splendidly thought a certain manservant. Merlin suffered through the loudness just to pour Arthur more and more and more drink over and over again.
Arthur was making quite the fool of himself the whole time. He knocked over goblets, plates of food, and occasionally people which Merlin had to pick up or help stand up. That was tolerable. Then Arthur became a bit friendly with one of the ladies there. She was pretty, sure, but not nearly pretty enough for him WHAT AM I THINKING? Thought Merlin. Merlin promptly left the feast.
He first went to his own quarters in Gaius's office, but then thought about what kind of state Arthur would be in when the feast ended. He would probably pass out halfway down the hall and Merlin would have to drag him all the was back to his room. Where was he now? Merlin pondered. Maybe with that ugly wench from the feast. She had no right to even speak to Arthur. Not that he was jealous or anything. Why would he be jealous? That's stupid, Merlin thought. He decided to go looking for Arthur, because it was getting rather late and god knows where he could be.
It didn't take him very long at all to find Arthur. He only took a few steps around the corner, and there was Arthur, stumbling into his room in a drunken stupor. Just great!
"Arthur do you need help?" Merlin shouted, which caused Arthur to fall off of the chair he was gripping.
"Wha- MER-MEMMMMERLIN! No i—I donned helf." Arthur tried to stand up, only to fall down once more.
"There there." Merlin dragged Arthur across the room to his bed, Arthur protesting the whole way. At least he thought it was protesting. It sounded a bit like a gurgle. Once Arthur was in his bed, Merlin started to turn away.
"Mmmmerlin! I ned ta tell ya somin." Merlin walked back and leaned over the bed.
"What." He rolled his eyes at Arthur's drunken state. Then Arthur grabbed Merlin's shirt and kissed him right hen and there, then promptly fell asleep.
Merlin stood there for a second, and once he realized what had just happened, he turned bright red and ran down the hall.
The next day, Merlin approached Arthur suspiciously.
"Arthur, what do you remember of yesterday?" Merlin asked.
"Yesterday? Uh nothing really. Why? What happened? MERLIN!" but it was too late, for Merlin was running down the halls already.