Title: Save Me!
Character/s:Merlin, Elena, Arthur
Summary: Arthur's running late
Warnings: Drunken advances of the unwanted kind
Word Count: 445
Prompt: Pick up lines
Merlin’s sitting at the crowded bar nursing his second pint, trying to give off stay the hell away from me vibes. Said vibes are not cooperating. Arthur had promised he’d meet him over forty minutes ago. Merlin looks down at his phone again but there’s still no response to his texts. So far he's been hit on half a dozen times and the hits just keep on coming. Two-for-One Tuesday had been a truly terrible idea for date night.
“Are you a model? You could totally be a model,” Number Seven slurs into Merlin’s ear. Merlin shudders which, unfortunately, Seven seems to take as encouragement rather than revulsion. “If I was an artist I’d love to draw you.” He leans in close, Merlin can smell the vodka on his breath. “Naked,” the drunk whispers in Merlin’s ear.
Merlin elbows the beefy brunette away, turning on him. “I’m married,” he says firmly. The man looks confused for a second then leers. “I can work with that.”
Merlin points at his wedding band. “Mar-ried. Happily. Go away,” Merlin says, turning back to his pint, texting Arthur one more time.
8:43 PM Merlin: Seven times is not the charm! Save me! frowny face
“I've been wondering, do your lips taste as good as they look?” a short, busty redhead asks him five minutes later. Merlin sighs.
"Not interested." She shrugs and moves on.
Someone slips into the newly vacated barstool to Merlin’s left but he pointedly ignores them, staring at the sparkling liquor bottles behind the bar instead. The person scoots their stool closer, making Merlin cringe in anticipation of yet another pass to deflect.
“Are you waiting for anybody?” the woman asks in a low voice.
The pretty blond looks a bit nervous so Merlin relaxes a little. “My husband. He’s a doctor. Emergencies happen. I just wish he’d message me so I knew whether he’s coming or not. I’d hate to leave and have him show up five minutes later.”
She holds out her hand, “I’m Elena and if one more person tells me I look like I could use some company I’m going to punch them. The only thing I could use is another pint. Would you care to join forces so we can drink in peace?”
“That’s a brilliant idea,” Merlin says with relief.
When Arthur arrives twenty minutes later, Merlin happily forgives him for being late because “Elena is my platonic soul mate. She watches all the crap television you won’t and she actually wants to go see the new Underworld movie.”
“Best pick up ever,” Elena agrees and she and Merlin clink glasses then make a date to marathon Season one of “Scream” the next time Arthur has a double shift.