Title: Have a Nice Stay, Sir
Pairing/s: None. Yet.
Character/s: Arthur, Merlin, Will
Summary: Merlin's just minding his own business.
Word Count: 942
Prompt: Intrigue, Prompt 123
Author's Notes: Here, have some more ridiculousness. With bonus Will.
Merlin has been waiting in the lobby for several minutes before he finally calls Will. “Sorry,” Will blurts in lieu of hello, “Spilled tea on myself and have to change. I’ll be down in ten.” Will hangs up before Merlin can utter a sound.
There’s a commotion at the hotel entrance as an overfull luggage cart is being wrestled through the automatic doors. Merlin hurries over when it looks like the cart might tip. He wrestles his end over the threshold, expecting to get a thanks from a grateful porter. Instead he meets the angry gaze of a well dressed blonde. There is something unsettling in the man’s flinty stare but Merlin can’t pull his eyes away. “Watch this while I check in,” the man demands and marches off toward the front desk muttering to himself.
Merlin hears the words service and professionalism and not much else. He feels sorry for the desk clerk.
The hotel is trendy and expensive and Merlin is only there to meet up with his mate Will who’s landed a sweet gig guitar wrangling for some up and comer’s tour. Will had offered to let Merlin in on the perks of free food and booze. Instead, he’s stuck babysitting some berk’s expensive luggage.
The man is back looking slightly less angry. He announces “Twentieth floor, Room 2012,” and walks toward the bank of elevators leaving Merlin with the cart. Merlin rolls his eyes at the idiot but not seeing any real hotel employees about he dutifully pushes the cart (which is fucking heavy) after him.
Merlin has trouble getting the cart both into and out of the elevator. “Whoever loaded this did a completely shite job,” he grumbles.
“Well, if there had been an employee at the front to help it might have been done properly,” the man snipes as he walks down the plush hall toward his room.
He opens the door with a key card and holds it for Merlin to follow. “Put the luggage in the bedroom,” the man demands and walks over to open the curtains. Merlin looks back and forth. There are three doors to choose from and he pushes the cart toward the first. Of course it’s the bathroom. The second is the bedroom and Merlin pushes the cart inside and turns to leave.
“Un-believable,” the man huffs. “Unload it, you idiot, and take the cart when you leave.”
Merlin blinks. “Um, no. You can unload your own damn luggage. I’ve got a mate to meet downstairs,” he looks at his watch, ”like five minutes ago.”
“Outrageous,” the man squawks, “what’s you’re name? I’m reporting you to management.”
Merlin laughs. “I’m Merlin Emrys and go ahead and report me. Management will cheerfully inform you that they have no Merlin in their employ. I was just standing about and minding my own business when you bullied me into being your servant.” He marches to the door and walks into the hall, turning around to give a sarcastic “Have a nice stay, sir.” The gobsmacked look on the blonde’s face is priceless.
Will’s waiting downstairs and Merlin immediately launches into a rant about the blonde prat that just spent ten minutes bossing him about like royalty.
When Merlin finally takes a breath, Will cuts in. “So he was gorgeous, right?”
Merlin nods, “and loaded,” he adds with a sad shake of his head. Will gives him a conciliatory arm pat and then turns them back toward the elevators.
“Nothing a bunch of free liquor and nibbles can’t cure,” he assures.
The elevator doors open and of course the gorgeous posh git is standing right there. He steamrolls Merlin and grabs him by the upper arm, pulling him away from Will.
“Hey,” Merlin yelps, “Let go, you jerk.”
Will stands aside looking more amused than alarmed that Merlin is on the way to becoming the victim of a kidnapping.
The man stops and takes his hand off Merlin, stares into Merlin’s eyes, smiling for once. “Sorry. I thought I’d probably already missed you. I wanted to apologize for my behavior. I really thought you worked here.” He looks over Merlin’s tight black T and skinny jeans. “If I hadn’t been having such an epically crap day I think the lack of uniform or name tag would have clued me in.” He runs a hand through his hair and clasps the back of his neck obviously searching for more words before fumbling in his pocket. He grabs his wallet and pulls out a few notes. “Here,” he says, thrusting the money toward Merlin.
Merlin’s eyes widen at the bills and then at the man. “What’s that for?”
The guy blushes and doesn’t answer.
Merlin crosses his arms over his chest and glares. “Are you trying to give me a tip, you massive, entitled pillock?”
“Yes?” the blonde answers uncertainly.
Merlin turns back to Will. “See? Isn’t he just like I said?”
Will holds up one hand, “Pushy, check.” He pushes one finger down. “Entitled, check.” Another down. “Bully, check.” Three fingers down. “Gorgeous, check.” Four fingers down and Will gives the man a blatant once over. “Fit as fuck, triple check. Make the posh git buy you a drink and give me a ring when you’re done.” Will punches the elevator button and disappears.
Merlin turns back to the man who’s now laughing and holding out a hand to shake. “Hi, Merlin, I’m Arthur. Can I buy you a drink as an apology for acting like a massive, entitled pillock?”
Merlin smiles and shakes the proffered hand, “Sure, Arthur and, hell, I might even let you buy me two. Your luggage weighed a fucking ton.”