Title: Friday Night
Pairing/s: None yet
Character/s: Arthur, Merlin
Word Count: 310
Prompt: 116 Balter
Author's Note: More shameless fluff
Cold pint in one hand, Arthur leans back against the bar and looks over the crowded dance floor. He catches Percival’s eye and lifts his glass in salute before taking a deep drink and setting the pint down.
The club is packed with Friday night revelers gearing up for the weekend and Arthur tries to switch mental gears and join in the fun. It had been a brutal work week of one mind numbing meeting after another and he can’t seem to put it behind him. He goes to take another pull on his pint only to find it empty and signals for another.
“That went down fast,” purrs a voice in his ear and Arthur turns to look into a pair of bright blue eyes accentuated by smudged black eyeliner. “You don’t look like you’re having any fun at all,” the boy continues with a mock pout. Arthur stares and the boy looks away, asking the bartender for two shots of tequila. He pushes one toward Arthur. “This might help. Find me if you want to dance,” he says with a broad grin. He downs his own shot and melts back into the crowd miming call me with his thumb and pinky finger before Arthur can respond.
Arthur can’t help laughing at the ridiculous come on but he feels lighter than he had just moments before. He does the shot and scans the crowd trying to find the skinny dark haired bloke that had cut right through his dark mood.
He isn’t hard to spot, all elbows and a sunny smile, hopping about un-rhythmically and obviously having a delightful time enchanting a crowd of admirers, pretty boys and girls all vying for his attention. Arthur drains his second pint and moves into the throng, hands already itching to pull this stranger close and learn all his secrets.