Sixth Floor, Thursday Evening -- Merlin's Birthday Party

[bitchprince]

If Arthur had still been back at Camelot, the idea of holding celebrations for a servant's birthday would have seemed preposterous. But he wasn't, and it didn't, and if he were really honest with himself he'd admit he enjoyed it (or at least in as much as it involved picking out presents that made him fret some on the inside and yelling at people about getting decorations in).

The Sixth Floor was decorated rather decadently for a birthday party. There were some CDs of painfully carefully selected songs playing through the system - the ones Arthur had judged least likely to shatter eardrums (and maybe tending towards the classical and medieval).

And there was food. Courtesy of Francine.

Arthur didn't like half-measures much.

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Re: Arrive & Mingle

[bitchprince]

"Katchoo," Arthur called, letting some of the bred-in politeness fall away for something more genuine. "See you've made it."

Re: Arrive & Mingle

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Arthur," she replied, because she couldn't quite resist the urge to try and throw him a little bit with a non-customary greeting. "Told you I would."

Re: Arrive & Mingle

[bitchprince]

"And you seem to have followed up on it," Arthur commented. "Colour me impressed."

Re: Arrive & Mingle

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"And Francine didn't even have to drag me." Katchoo indicated her un-abused ears, then brought a hand briefly to about the spot where she'd had a bullet go into her liver, once. "Idiot. It's for Merlin. You think I wouldn't show?"

Re: Arrive & Mingle

[bitchprince]

"We did need someone around to keep him frightened within an inch of his life..." Yes, that was never going to be not funny.

(Arthur, you could also consider the idea that the opposite was true and you just had no sense of self preservation around women like Katchoo)