Title: Slip Into Destiny
Character/s: Arthur, Merlin
Summary: Merlin would spill his drink on this biggest arse at the club.
Warnings: Excessive cheese
Word Count: 488
Author's Notes: I apologize for the title and pretty much everything else
The club was crowded and steamy. A loud bass line thumped right along with the pounding in Merlin’s head. His drink had been an electric blue that was now staining a fit blonde’s white Oxford. Merlin dabbed ineffectually at the soaked shirt, not meeting the other man’s eyes, red faced with embarrassment.
“Sorry,” he yelled, straining to be heard over the music, patting at the man’s chest, eyes focused on the pebbled nipples now visible through the soaked cloth. “I tripped on something. Sorry.”
“Your own drunken idiot feet most likely,” the blonde growled, pushing Merlin’s hand away. “Where should I send the dry cleaning bill, then, or more likely the bill for replacing this shirt?”
A flare of anger ignited and Merlin huffed, indignant, “Hey, no need for name calling. I said I was sorry. I’ll be happy to pay for the dry cleaning.”
“And what should I do in the mean time, walk about in this?” The man waved a hand over his ruined shirt. He looked at Merlin’s torso and gave an unpleasant smirk. “Give me your shirt. I can’t walk around like this.”
Merlin crossed his arms across his chest and glared. He’d gotten this T at an early Deathcab gig and he wasn’t giving it up without a fight. “Not likely. You couldn’t fit in this on a bet. You’ve got two stone on me.”
The blonde’s eyes narrowed dangerously, “Are you calling me fat?”
“No but I am calling you an arse. I’m not going bare chested just so you can make a point. You’d look even stupider in this shirt.”
“So now you’re saying I look stupid?”
“Well, you look like you spilled a drink all down your front so, yes, I’d say you look a bit stupid and you’re behaving like an arsehole so you’re acting the part, too. Give me your phone so I can give you my contact info and we can end this and move on.” Merlin made a grabby motion with his hand. The man just stared back.
“Phone. Now,” Merlin gritted out. This guy was getting on his last nerve.
The man pulled out an iPhone and handed it over.
Merlin punched in his contact information and gave it back, turning to the bar to get a refill. He really, really needed that drink now.
“Merlin? Your name is Merlin?” The man laughed incredulously.
Merlin spun back, “Yes, my name is Merlin, what of it?”
The blonde held up his hands in a placating manner, his scowl replaced by a bright smile. “No, see, I’m Arthur. It’s a funny coincidence, isn’t it?”
Merlin waited a beat before relaxing into a smile of his own. This Arthur was a jerk but he was a very handsome, well built jerk. “I don’t believe in coincidences. I think this might be destiny. Drink?”
Arthur laughed and clapped him on the shoulder, steering them both toward the crowded bar.