Tonight was a good night. It was surprisingly not freezing even with the sea breeze from Cardiff Harbour attempting to blow everyone who dared venture too close over.
Myrddin was out celebrating his 30th birthday with: Will a close family friend he'd grown up with, Mordred a druid boy (though he was only 5 years Myrddin's junior) who'd sought Myrddin out years ago and had become fast friends with the man he admired. And some friends from Myrddin's work at a local doctors.
Myrddin was enjoying his night out, they'd all had some food and more than a couple of drinks but people were beginning to leave. Some had promised partners to be back by a certain time others had simply had enough or had work the following day. Myrddin stopped listening to the reasons after both Will and Mordred had left him.
Myrddin wondered down the harbour past the water tower and towards the angry waves that tried in vain to breach the harbour wall. The night had taken a turn, the wind had picked up and the cold had crept in. Myrddin was really regretting his decision not to bring a warm coat with him now but he'd not wanted to be burdened by it.
He was so focused on getting to the wall the water was desperately trying to climb that Myrddin didn't notice the other man until it was too late.
"Watch it." The man's friend barked in a posh London accent.
"Why should I?" Myrddin asked the lingering alcohol not allowing for the normal feeling of embarrassment to rise.
The man Myrddin had bumped into turned allowing Myrddin to see more than just his big coat. A chiselled face with a strong jaw framed with bits of slightly wet blonde hair sticking to it graced Myrddin's view. Blue eyes burned into his and a smirk tugged at the man's face. "Probably because I'm Arthur, the Prince of Wales." he stated the smirk ridiculously wide now.
The now identified Prince tugged his hood down revealing the golden locks underneath that had been plastered everywhere after the Prince's latest press conference at a charity gala. Realisation that this really was the Prince of Wales hit Myrddin like the waves hit the harbour wall behind him.
Myrddin could feel the alcohol fuelled anger rising at the cockiness in the Prince's words. Reason drowning in both alcohol and anger Myrddin took a step forward to close the distance as his fist suddenly connected with the Prince's face.
Arthur stumbled back from the force of the blow. His left hand reaching up to touch the drop of blood that escaped his lips. "I could have you arrested for that." He stated looking at the blood on his finger with the smirk still resting on his face.
The group of men that had once been lingering near the Prince suddenly swarmed Myrddin two of which forcing his arms behind him. The other three creating a human wall between Arthur and Myrddin.
Myrddin scoffed "What you gonna do? Hide behind daddy's men?" he bit back. Myrddin could tell his rage was fuelled by the alcohol but couldn't force enough sense back to himself to care.
The Prince laughed slightly. "I could take you apart with one blow." He started.
"I could take you apart with less than that." Myrddin bit back lunging forward slightly the Prince's guards gripped his arms tighter forcing him further away from his target. Myrddin knew that if he used the magic that raged through his veins breaking the men's hold would be child's play.
Arthur laughed again, taking a step back towards the man that had punched him. Arthur quickly fished in his pocket for something. "Here" he stated holding a small rectangle of paper towards Myrddin.
Myrddin looked up his eyes focusing on the paper the Prince held, he started for a while trying to work out how he was supposed to take it with the goons still retaining him. Not that he Myrddin wanted whatever the clotpole was offering him.
"Oh for God's sake." Arthur scoffed closing the distance between them. He smiled at the men that held Myrddin's arms back issuing them a nod.
Myrddin felt the arms gripping his loosen their hold and allow his to slip free from the guard's hold. Myrddin could sense that the guards hands lingered close by at the ready should he try to punch the Prince once again.
Arthur grabbed the hand that had connected with his face and pushed the paper onto it, forcing Myrddin's hand closed with the paper inside.
"What?" Myrddin squeaked out looking between his hand and the only person he'd ever punched that just so happened to be the Prince.
Arthur smirked once more as he began to move away. "Call me some time, will you?" he questioned not really expecting a reply. He turned and continued back on the journey he'd been on before colliding with a stranger and getting punched in the face. A small chuckle echoed behind him as the events replayed in his head.
Myrddin watched Arthur and the guards leave, hearing a slight chuckle issue from the Prince. Confused Myrddin looked at his still outstretched hand that was holding whatever the Prince had put within it in a death grip. Slowly the fist relaxed and the claw opened to reveal the now crumpled rectangle of paper. Bringing it closer Myrddin forced himself to read the gold lettering. It confirmed the name of the man he'd punched as well as provided a number to contact the man on.
Anger swelled, 'Why the hell does that arrogant ass think I'll want to contact him? Myrddin thought. Crumpling the paper into his hand once more he channelled his mounting anger to his feet and began the trek home.
Arriving home some 15 minutes later Myrddin had just managed to deplete his anger and a plan had been slowly forming since realising that he still held the Prince's number crumpled within his fist. A smirk grew on Myrddin's lips as he pushes the button to power on his computer.
The desktop shines brightly from the dual screens. Flipping the lamp on near his desk Myrddin settles himself into his chair. Before Myrddin can complete the plan he has come up with he receives a message from Mordred.
A fond smile tugged at Myrddin's mouth as he reads the message. 'Hey, hope you had a good night out. Sorry again for leaving early.'
Quickly typing 'Yeah was great, no worries man thanks for coming out.' Myrddin suddenly wanted to tell Mordred what happened earlier. 'Almost got arrested.' Myrddin added as a separate message.
The dots on the chat page indicated Mordred was typing a reply. 'What? Why?' Myrddin could almost picture the concern on the younger man's face. The imagery forced a small laugh from Myrddin's mouth.
'Punched the Prince of Wales.' Myrddin replied not wanting to go into much detail about the whole encounter.
The quick reply was not one he was expecting. 'Was he angry?'
Quickly thinking back to the moment after Myrddin's fist connected with the Prince's face caused Myrddin confusion. 'I don't know. Gave me his number.' Myrddin sent realising that he really had no idea how the punch had really been received.
'You going to call him?' Mordred had replied whilst Myrddin was pondering what exactly had happened. The words burned into Myrddin's eyes and he laughed out loud at the idea.
Now was the moment he'd reveal to Mordred his plan. 'Nah, gonna post it on Twitter.' Another short laugh escaped Myrddin's mouth as the idea became words on the screen.
Mordred took a little longer to reply either distracted by something else, working out how to answer or stunned by Myrddin's idea. Finally the dots appeared on the screen and a message finally appeared. 'You sure that's wise? You could get into trouble.'
Now that Myrddin actually thought about it Mordred was right. Myrddin's mind worked to think of a solution to the problem that would be the police seeing the tweet and quickly arresting him. Myrddin still wanted to post the number, it was the perfect revenge as far as Myrddin was concerned. Besides the Prince could easily change his number but then would never be contacted by Myrddin. Not that he had any plans to contact him but the Prince didn't know that.
'If you really want to post the number at least do it with an anonymous account or send it to me and I'll do it.' Myrddin read having just noticed the message.
A grin split Myrddin's face 'Thanks man I will.' was the reply he sent.
'No worries, anyway man I've got to go. Got to get stuff together for tomorrow, not all of us were lucky enough to get tomorrow off work.' Came the next message. Glancing at the clock Myrddin noticed it was a lot later than he originally thought it was.
'Catch you later man.' Myrddin sent quickly before opening a new tab and accessing twitter. Quickly signing out of his account Myrddin began the process to create a new one. He quickly created a new email one that no one would guess was his. Myrddin named his account 'anonymous753' and entered 'Blank' into the name. Now all that was left was to create the tweet.
'For a good time call me any time night or day.' Myrddin added the number with some tags that should help the tweet get noticed. Smiling to himself Myrddin sent the tweet and quickly signed out of the account before logging back into his normal one.
Picking the Prince's business card up Myrddin ripped the rectangle into quarters and then placed them into the bin. Smiling slightly Myrddin decided to spend some more time on his computer before calling it a night.
Myrddin hoped the Prince got lots of calls.
