Title: Denying Interest
Character/s: Merlin, Gwaine, Gaius
Summary: Nothing like friends to make you admit that you like prats.
Word Count: 526
Prompt: #84: Interest
Author's Notes: Continuing my "Simply Irresistible" series. Sorry it's been so long, but real life got in the way for a few weeks. Also, I should add that everything I know about restaurants comes from books, TV, movies, that 2 year period where I worked as a cashier in a gas station that also catered, and fanfiction. All this means that I bluff a lot and hope that you'll tell me if I get a major detail wrong.
“Merlin!” Gwaine said happily as Merlin carted the bag of groceries and the basket of crabs into the kitchen. “Come try this wine,” he said as he poured white wine into one of the chipped coffee mugs Merlin kept in the kitchen, “My new supplier gave me a sample case, and I thought that you might want to be the first to have it.”
“I don’t have time to drink, Gwaine,” Merlin said, gesturing to the items in his arms. “I have to start getting ready for the dinner rush.”
Merlin could feel Gwaine and Gaius exchange a look over his head as he carried the vegetables into their walk-in fridge.
“Look,” he said with a sigh, “I know that we aren’t going to be in business for too much longer, but I also know that Will, Freya, Gwen, and Lance will be here every single night until the closed sign goes
on the door. I’m not planning on serving a million people, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to give my best friends and best customers inferior food.”
“I can get behind that,” Gwaine said.
“Me too,” said Gaius.
“Good,” said Merlin. He looked at Gwaine, who was morosely swirling the wine around in the mug. He sighed. “Fine, let me try that.” He grabbed the mug and sipped the wine. “This is really good,” he said, “I bet it would go good with Crab Napoleon.”
“Since when do you make Crab Napoleon?” Gaius asked.
“Since I got mad at some prat in the market and told him I was going to make it with the crabs that he forced me to buy after stealing away all the good fish,” Merlin said.
“Ahh,” said Gaius, “I should have known a prat was behind it. Are you sure you just didn’t think that he was cute?”
Merlin blushed. “No comment.”
Gaius laughed. “I’ll be wiping down tables in the other room if you need me,” he said.
“So tell me about this prat,” Gwaine said as he hopped onto one of Merlin’s side tables.
“Well, he’s gorgeous for one thing: blond hair, blue eyes, and nice clothes. But then he opens his mouth and insults you. It completely ruins his good looks,” Merlin said as he angrily started to prepare his prep station.
“In other words, you think he’s hot and are trying to convince yourself that he’s out of your league,” Gwaine said.
Merlin shot him a glare before turning back to his table. He mumbled something to himself.
“What is it, Merlin? I can’t hear you,” Gwaine laughed.
Merlin cleared his throat and spoke in a much too loud voice, “I said, the day I’m interested in a prat like that will be the day Ealdor becomes an overnight success.”
“Don’t say that. It’s going to happen now, and you won’t be able to close, and I’ll keep having my best customer, and life will just be horribly successful,” Gwaine said.
Merlin rolled his eyes. He had work to do. He pulled out an onion and began to chop it.
Of course, that’s when the bell on the front door rang.