Do you remember?
Merlin sat down on his bed and dropped his head into his hands, rubbing his temples. He just had one memory going through his head.
Arthur pulled him up the stairs roughly, only turning around to check Merlin's arm was still attached to him.
"Arthur what are we doing, what about your father?"
"Merlin," He slurred, "I don't think you've had nearly enough alcohol if you're thinking about that sad old bastard." Arthur continued marching up the stairs, not loosening his grip on Merlin's jacket.
"Sorry." He crashed into Arthur's back as the prince stopped abruptly in front of him.
"Are you really sorry?" The blond turned around, his face an inch away from his servants. Merlin felt himself shaking his head. "Didn't think so." He kissed the brunette briefly on the lips before continuing up the stairs, this time letting Merlin make his own way up. "Now you need some more alcohol."
"No I most certainly do not," Merlin stumbled up the last step, as if subconsciously making his point.
"Yes you do, you need to forget all this." Merlin furrowed his brow and followed Arthur down the corridor towards his chambers.
"Forget what?" They stopped outside the heavy doors, each waiting for the other to enter.
"Ladies first," Arthur smirked, watching as Merlin scowled at him.
"Well feel free." He challenged, folding his arms.
"See, if you were drunk enough you would have ignore that and stumbled through the threshold." Merlin rolled his eyes but pushed the door open anyway, unfortunately stumbling over the threshold just as Arthur had predicted, causing the prince to laugh.
"Doesn't matter if I need more to drink, you don't have anything up here anyway." Arthur walked over to his wardrobe and flung the door open with a little too much vigour, causing him to stumble sideways.
"That's where you're wrong Merlin," He pulled out a large bottle of, what Merlin hoped was, wine. "Good job you're a lousy servant." He grinned and walked over to Merlin, thrusting the bottle under his nose. "Drink."
He took a long swig from the full bottle...
"Urgh," Merlin groaned, falling back onto his bed. 'What was I thinking?' He tilted his head to the side to see his red neckerchief hanging over the side of the bed.
"I think I'll go with blue today." He chuckled out loud before pulling himself off the bed and walking over to his cupboard.
None his memories had anything to do with him going into his room with Arthur, just them going to Arthur's chambers.
He picked up a light blue neckerchief and hung it loosely around his neck. Maybe Arthur would have remembered more.
"Your turn, Morgana or Gwen?" Merlin began giggling before Arthur even gave him an answer, sprawled across the floor on his stomach. "Come on."
"You." The Prince grinned, leaning in to kiss Merlin softly on his neck.
"Answer my question, Arthur," He stressed his name, making his lack of manners obvious.
"Fine, Gwen." The servant pouted. "Only because Morgana is like a sister to me, plus she's a fucking pain in the arse." Merlin chuckled and leant into place a sloppy kiss on the blonds' nose. "Yuck! That's disgusting." He wiped his nose with the back of his sleeve.
"I was aiming for there." Merlin pressed two fingers against Arthur's lips before giggling again, resting his head on his arms.
"Well you missed." Arthur grinned and leant heavily on one arm, feeling it slowly slip from underneath him until he fell flat on his face. Merlin doubled up in hysterics.
"You Prat!" The prince gathered himself up to standing, looking regal despite the swaying.
"Right thatsit, I've had enough of your insholcence." He frowned slightly at the incoherent mess that just escaped from his lips before regaining his posture. "I've had enough of your idiot-ness, now stand up." He ordered, pointing at Merlin, who slowly got up to his feet, using the bed post as support.
"Now, what is suf... suficish... Suitable punishment?"
Arthur clutched his head in pain. He did not say that did he? "Urgh!"
"Sire?" He snapped his head up to stare at the door.
"Merlin?" The door swung open to reveal a grinning Merlin, not wearing a red neckerchief, thank the Gods. "Ahh, about time, did you, urm, remember anything else?"
The servant flushed slightly and shook his head. "No sire, I'm not sure what... happened there. You?"
"Me? No, no... no definitely not." Merlin raised an eyebrow at the prince, who was staring conveniently out of the window, before walking over to the wardrobe to get out the princes hunting gear.
He pulled the door open to see a lone bottle drop to its side and roll across the floor.
Both youths stared at it, neither saying a word.
I know it's short but it seemed like the perfect place to stop.
This chapter is not quite as bizarre as the last, but hopefully the humour will increase as the boys get more and more awkward around each other, each remembering different sections of the night.
:D