Life could be simple but you never fail
To complicate it every single time
Merlin awoke to a pair of confused blue eyes.
"I'm sorry. Do I know you?" Came a deep voice.
That wasn't a difficult question, yet it sent a million answers swirling through Merlin's head.
"Not really. No. Sorry, Arthur." Merlin explained. "We were both at the party last night. Morgana told me you lived-"
His bed mate gave a long-suffering sigh. "Of course: Morgana set this up." Arthur began to bustle around the apartment and Merlin found he was now the confused one.
"I don't understand what you-"He started.
"I'll pay your cab fee home. I'm sure Morgana didn't include that in your fee."
A sudden clarity came to him. "You think I'm a hooker." It was a statement. There was no mistaking the disrespect In Arthur's eyes.
"Gigolo, companion, escort, whatever you are." Arthur hastily threw on some clothes. "I need to go to work and you need to leave."
"But it's Saturday."
"Not everyone has the luxury of working whenever they want to. Some of us actually have responsibilities." He placed Merlin's clothes neatly on the bed. "I'm sure last night was lovely-"
"You don't even remember?"
"Does it actually matter? Sex is sex." Merlin found himself ushered out the door, half dressed.
The moment in the hallway was beyond awkward.
Arthur cleared his throat and placed his hand on Merlin's shoulder.
"Stay safe and all that." He turned to leave. As he faded off in the distance he called back "Have a nice life!"
Merlin couldn't understand why the bastards of this earth still surprised him.
Like a baby you're a stubborn child - what's the matter
Always looking for an axe to grind - what's the matter
While you're wondering what the hell to do
We were wishing we were lucky like you
Song: Blame it on the Girls- MIKA