A/N: Blaggh. Long day. No movie tonight, sadly. On the flip side, my store is selling these AWESOME fluffy bathrobes! I love mine! Now I just need slippers. So, as I was flipping through my iTunes, and skimming my list of prompts, I realized that it has been far too long since I got Gwaine (or anyone else, really,) seriously drunk. Almost a month, in fact. How dare I? (I'm also poking a bit of fun at myself, because to make another story work, I decided that Caerleon was North of Camelot, but in "Gates of Avalon," they say it's to the West.) Anyway. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Rating: K+
Genre: Humor
Characters: Gwaine, Merlin
Pairings: none
Warnings: drunk!Gwaine, Conan Doyle-ish inconsistencies.
Prompt: North (With a Little Help From My Friends)
92. North
As a rule, Merlin was not particularly fond of the nights when Gwaine dragged him down the tavern. It was loud, and smelly, and full of obnoxious drunks who Gwaine seemed incredibly apt to pick fights with over nothing.
Tonight, though, seemed to be a rare exception. Gwaine was regaling everyone within a fifty-foot radius with tales of his childhood, and Merlin found himself genuinely amused.
"So, Gwaine," he drawled sarcastically, "where exactly are you from?"
"Caaaerleon," Gwaine slurred back. "North of here."
"Right." (Caerleon happened to be west of Camelot.) "And which way's North?"
"Uhhh…that way."
Again, the West.
Cheers!
~Melpomene