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

[bloody-luck.livejournal.com]

"I am not so desperate that I'd need to dance with you," Mat said, reaching out to poke Arthur in the arm. "Ever. You'd look ridiculous in skirts."

Re: Arrive & Mingle

[bitchprince]

"I would never wear skirts," Arthur said, rolling his eyes, "But you'll have to fatten up your hips a bit if you aspire to wear some."

Re: Arrive & Mingle

[bloody-luck.livejournal.com]

"Why would I have to be the bloody woman?" Mat demanded.

Re: Arrive & Mingle

[bitchprince]

"Because you are a bloody woman," Arthur said, without a care in the world. "Now shoo. Your hairbrush awaits."

Re: Arrive & Mingle

[bloody-luck.livejournal.com]

"You'll pay for that later," Mat promised.

Re: Arrive & Mingle

[bitchprince]

"I'm sure," Arthur said. Sincerely.

Really.