A/N: Good news! I am making progress on my first legit multi-chapter Merlin fic! This has been in the planning stages since before I started writing drabbles, so it feels good to actually be working on it! And now for a public service announcement. CUT YOUR TOENAILS PROPERLY! INGROWN TOENAILS ARE NOT FUN, BUT WHAT'S EVEN LESS FUN IS WHEN, AFTER FIVE YEARS OF HAVING THEM, YOU GO INTO THE FOOT DOCTOR SO HE CAN CUT THEM OUT, AND YOU HAVE TO GET 6 VERY PAINFUL SHOTS IN THE OFFENDING TOES SO YOU DON'T FEEL ANYTHING! ...Okay, anyone grossed out? Sorry about that. Just...cut your toenails straight across, okay?
Anyway. In this drabble, Merlin decides that Gwaine may need to go to an AA meeting, because let's face it, it's bad form for knights, no matter how luscious their hair is, to go out drinking every night.
Disclaimer: Merlin belongs to BBC, and Revolution belongs to the Beatles. Or Michael Jackson. Still a little fuzzy on that.
Rating: K+
Genre: Humor/Friendship
Characters: Merlin, Gwaine
Pairings: none
Warnings: Drunk!Gwaine
Prompt: Help (Revolution)
31. Help
"Okay, no," Merlin declared, moving Gwaine's ale just out of reach. "Just no. You've gone too far this time Gwaine."
"But, Merlin—" The knight lunged after the mug frantically, uncoordinated limbs flailing everywhere. "It's—it's just one more!" Merlin shook his head, downing the drink himself, lest Gwaine try to distract him or something to get it back.
"Gwaine, you're totally out of control! You're a knight, now!" Gwaine started pouting like a five-year-old.
"I don't like being a knight! They make you get up early!" Merlin sighed, hand over eyes. This was going to be a long night.
Cheers!
~Melpomene