Room 511, Friday Night, After the Dance

[bigdamndestiny]

With Francine on his arm still, Merlin was doing the terribly noble thing and escorting her back to her room after the dance was all over and done with. He was more giggly than normal over... something or other, but he hadn't thought anything of it.

Since all he'd had was that punch, after all. No wine, no ale...

Merlin put a finger to his lips, trying to shush her before they drew the attention of anyone around. It wasn't working so far.

[[OOC: For the gal with him!]]

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[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Like you're one to talk," Merlin said with a grin. He had no idea why he was grinning, but there he was. "You sit first, m'lady."

He could be charming! See?

[thatsamilkshake]

"But what if there's cookies on the bed? How are you gonna pr'tect me if I sit on them first?"

Which didn't stop her from taking a couple of tottery steps and bouncing down on any invisible cookies that happened to be lying on her bed.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin gallantly took a seat on her bed, taking great care to make certain there were no cookies laying in wait to pounce on her. "You're safe, m'lady," He said, flopping back a bit.

[thatsamilkshake]

"My hero!" said she, clapping a hand to...well, there wasn't much between her hand and skin, which made an interesting sound. "...They really are kind of out there, aren't they."

Someday, when she was sober, she was going to be glad she couldn't remember half of what she said when that wasn't the case.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin just giggled snickered, offering her a hand to the bed. "They're very nice."

[thatsamilkshake]

"Thank you." The daintiness of the reply was a little undercut by the giant yawn. "Not that I did much about it. They came that way."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Still lovely," He insisted, closing his eyes and answering her yawn with one of his own.

[thatsamilkshake]

The translation of "Mmmphmrrrm..." may be left as an exercise in postmodern literary theory for the reader. It might just mean noises made in the process of kicking one's totally impractical shoes off and snuggling into a more comfortable position, but really, who knows?

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin shifted as best he could to accommodate the comfort, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and closing his eyes. "'re nice," He mumbled halfheartedly.

[thatsamilkshake]

The only sound in response to that was breathing that could in no way be described as snoring because that would be unladylike.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin cracked one eye open to look at her for that. He yawned once more and waved his hand at the bed across the way to pull a blanket over them both. It was cold still, after all.

Another wave of his hand and flash of gold in his eyes and the door was firmly shut and light off. Magic when drunk was surprisingly easy.