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: Talk to the Birthday Boy

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"I can't say I've had much opportunity to do it here so far," Merlin admitted.

Re: Talk to the Birthday Boy

[life_inshadow]

Tara considered it for a second.

On the one hand: Birthday.

On the other: She was wearing a long skirt that did not exactly scream let's-go-jump-around-in-things. Dangly earrings she didn't want to lose, too.

Birthday won. She'd figure out how to manage the skirt once she was in the pit.

"I can initiate you now, if you want," she offered.

Re: Talk to the Birthday Boy

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"...is this part of my gift?" Merlin asked, slowly grinning.

Re: Talk to the Birthday Boy

[life_inshadow]

"Sure, yeah," Tara confirmed, and grinned back at him. "The really cheap part."

Re: Talk to the Birthday Boy

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Well then! Lead the way," Merlin replied, bowing poorly, even in jest.

Re: Talk to the Birthday Boy

[life_inshadow]

Tara curtseyed, a bit more neatly. "Of course, sir."

And then she did.