"Oooooookay," said a very drunk Merlin on the "eye-phone" screen. Merlin, yet again, went to happy hour, and this time Arthur was going to look at the pictures so he could black mail his friend later. Unfortunately, the warlock had taken a video, which the king had no idea how to send to everyone on Merlin's contact list.
"Ooookay," the screen Merlin said again, with a very drunk smile on his face. "Well I'll tell ya a story."
Arthur facepalmed (something he learned about through the sorcery of the internet.) Merlin got weird when he was drunk.
"This is the story of Herman Herman," the warlock continued. "Once upon a time, in new ancient Rome –" the screen suddenly shook as the person that had been holding doubled over with laughter. Really, it wasn't even that funny. "In new ancient Rome, there was a boy. He t'was named Herman Herman."
"T'was?" a voice called from the background.
"T'was!" Merlin called back, raising his drink and taking a shot from it. He shook his head and carried on. "Nobody liked Herman Herman, so he created a place where he could live without the constant fear."
Suddenly a girl came into the screen. She kissed the warlock full on the lips and then fell down across him. They both were giggling like mad.
"The constant fear of what?" asked the girl Arthur identified as Merlin's new girlfriend Alyssa (the one who'd previously been his best friend.)
"Exactly!" Merlin yelled, taking another shot. "Herman Herman then went to an old abandoned place –"
"Like the Starbucks down the road!" the person holding the camera cried.
"And he called it –" Merlin paused for dramatic effect. "America!"
"That's stupid," Alyssa grumbled. "Why America? They do nothing over there."
"No not that like that America," the drunk warlock insisted. "Like sub-America."
"Make sense," many voices chimed. This was slightly disturbing Arthur for some reason.
"And that's the story of Herman Herman!" Merlin yelled and then looked at Alyssa. "Time for body shots!"
Arthur shut it off then, thinking that whatever Merlin had said did not mean something pleasant to watch. He was about to put the "eye-phone" away, but then everyone's favorite warlock walked in.
"Hey Arthur what – oh, crap, which one did you watch?"
"You mean there's more?"
"Which – video – did – you – watch?"
"Ummmm, the Herman Herman one."
Merlin sighed in relief. "Good. The others got a bit out of hand. And don't get me started on the pictures."
"I didn't see any pictures on here."
"Check Photostream."
Arthur did and an evil smile broke out on his face. "Okay, sending theses to everyone on your contact list….."
"And…you sent them. Oh my Herman, Arthur. I hate you!"
A/N: Sorry about this one. That's all I got to say, just sorry. Herman Herman is an inside joke between me and my friends and I had no ideas for tonight. Let's just say Merlin+beer=Herman Herman. Sorry.
Next up: A Wal-Mart Adventure (in which Arthur gets lost in a big store and Merlin has to explain the use of bras.)
And thank you sooooo much to all the reviewers! You guys must like making me smile because that's all I do when I read your awesome reviews. (Really, my mom was like "okay, who're you thinking about?" And I was like "what?" And she was like "You were smiling like you were thinking of a cute boy. C'mon tell me who it is." Then it got awkward. "Mom, I was reading story reviews." She blinked then said, "You really need to get a life.") So anyways, thank you!