Over the next few weeks, Morgan did her best to avoid practically everyone, especially Arthur. Natalie, she couldn't avoid as easily. She tried her hardest to converse with her best friend and roommate, but Morgan could hardly hold more than a few words. Her heart had been betrayed and it was burning a hole in her life, socially as well as academically. Merlin, for one was becoming sick of it. He hated seeing his best friend in such a state, even if it was just over some dumb boy.

After coming over unexpectedly, like he did often, he opened the door to Morgan curled on the couch reading rather unenthusiastically for class. "Get up." He huffed over to her, shoving her lightly off the couch." Morgan glared, pulling her knees into her chest. "Excuse me?" Merlin sighed, folding his arms over his skinny frame. "I said get up. Go, get dresses. Garrett and I are taking you out. I'm so damn sick of watching you mope." Rather than fighting back, she huffed and thumped her textbook down with a thump on the table as she stormed off into her room. Natalie peered out from the kitchen, stuffing her face with chips. "What did you do to her?" She asked, slumped down lazily into a chair. "We're taking her out. She needs people and a hard drink." Natalie's face lit up like Christmas. "Can I tag along? I've been dying to get out." Merlin nodded and she skipped off to go glamorize.

After about 30 minutes of preparation, Natalie had to practically force Morgan out the door. "Look, you ARE going, ok? Stop trying to fight it off Morgan." Morgan grunted with obvious distaste until Natalie kicked her in the rump. Morgan had chosen black skinny's and a silvery white v-neck that had a flowy air about it. A silver feather gracefully hung to the side of the shirt, riding up her ribs. Merlin smirked at her appearance and the way she had skillfully worked her makeup magic to create her smoky looking eyes with the shadow. She was beautiful, simply. Morgan never had to try. She was beautiful inside, and that seemed to radiate outward.

One small detail Merlin had forgotten to mention was that Arthur was also going with some of his mates. It was….minor…ish. Merlin gave a nod of approval. "Are you wearing any perfume?" he asked nonchalantly. Morgan shook her head. "No…why? We're just going to a bar, right?" Merlin chuckled, taking her wrist gently as he led her into the bathroom. He spritzed a little Viva la Juicy on her and shoved her back out the door. "Good. Now you smell like a girl."

After piling into the cars, they arrived at Round's Table, their favorite bar and dance hall. It wasn't a weekend so the place was decently busy, but casual enough to relax. They ordered their drinks, sliding into their booth. Theirs primarily because it was the same place they sat every time. Merlin ordered cheesy fries and picked at them awkwardly, anxious for the tension to rise.

Sure enough, after about twenty minutes of cheesy fries and shared laughter, Arthur and his few group of friends poured in. Eli and Lance hung on Arthur, laughing and rambling on about their recent game of Call of Duty. The moment Morgan heard his voice, she turned to give Merlin a very fierce and direct glare. "What is he doing here?" Merlin shrugged and tried to play dumb, but Morgan only intensified her gaze. "You knew he would be here didn't you." She snipped harshly. The only thing she wanted was out. There was no way in hell she could be in the same room with him. Shoving Natalie out of the way, she made a beeline towards the bathroom, just to think by herself for the precious moments she even had alone anymore. However, plans did not go as intended.

A firm hand grabbed her forearm while she was headed towards her destination. She turned in surprise and looked straight up into deep oceans of blue – Arthur. "Hey, I didn't know you were here." He smiled down at her. Damn her emotions. "Uh..yeah I came here with Merlin..but it..it's late, and I was heading home so..nice.." He cut her off, sensing her flustered reactions to him. "I actually wanted to talk to you about something." Morgan furrowed her brow and backed off, locking up her heart for fear of hurt. Morgan looked away from his big blue eyes, straight to the floor. "I…I have to go. Bye Arthur." Without another word, she pulled from his gaze and headed straight back to the table to grab her purse and flee. His voice echoed after her in a desperate plea for attention but she was already out the door, and a scene was made.

Lance looked dumfounded at him, and then turned back to his drink on the counter. Arthur looked over at the table where Morgan's friends sat in idle silence. "What's wrong with her?" He leaned over to ask Merlin. Merlin, who had never previously held a conversation with Arthur, was silent in confusion before the question registered in his brain. "Oh..Morgan…I..I have no idea..you want me to talk to her?" Arthur glared down at Merlin as if he was going to smack his lights out. "No Merlin I want you to ask her what she wants or Christmas, you idiot." Merlin looked up at the blonde beast above him, swallowing down nothing. "Sorry. I….I'll go talk to her." The rest of their friends had already piled off to leave; Nimueh hanging seductively on Garrett's arm. Before Merlin made it to the door to leave, Arthur felt compelled to stop him one last time. "Merlin….I…I really like Morgan, but if you tell her before I do, I'll pull you limb from limb. Okay?" Arthur peaked a sly grin and slapped Merlin's bony shoulder. "See you later Emerson."