Drunk
Prompt from thegirlwiththerainboweyes
Merlin opened the door. He ducked out of reflex, and sure enough, a large unidentified object smashed directly overhead. He wove through the tightly packed men - a skill perfected in the Camelot kitchens - and headed for the bartender. The bartender raised an eyebrow at Merlin. "Looking for him again?" he asked. Merlin nodded. "Back of the room," the bartender grunted, turning back to his customers.
Merlin approached Gwaine. "Come on, Gwaine. Time to go."
Gwaine sighed. Merlin grinned and pulled him to his feet. "Lovely seeing you all again," Merlin told the rest of the table with a smile. They all laughed, and Merlin glanced at the assortment on the table. "I do need the sword back. He'll want it tomorrow."
"But -" someone said. Unwisely.
The steely glint in Merlin's eye convinced him otherwise. Merlin dragged Gwaine out into the cold night air. "Sorry, Merlin," Gwaine apologized with a perfectly sober smile. "I owe you one."
"Yes, yes you do," Merlin grumbled. "Do me a favor and beat Arthur in practice tomorrow. He's being a real prat."
Gwaine's smile was fierce. "I look forward to it."
It's kind of fun writing without full context. It leaves something to the imagination.
It's been a while since an update. Sorry about that. I plan to post another drabble prompt tomorrow. Hope you enjoyed!