bitchprince ([personal profile] bitchprince) wrote2010-09-24 12:22 pm
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Banquet Hall, Camelot, Friday Night

It had been a week since certain... events. Arthur's position had been reinstated, and he had very, very subtly informed his father that he really did not want to know any of the details about his marriage bed.

Ahem.

(It had been harder than he'd anticipated to keep a straight face, which was probably relief.)

Now, King Uther had ordained a feast in Arthur's honour, to celebrate the return of his titles. The servants in the castle preferred to refer to it as the 'Thank-God-I-Am-No-Longer-Married-To-A-Troll feast', though none of them would be caught calling it such out loud. Perish the thought.

There was plenty of wine, there was plenty of food, and as the night went on, the nobles loosened up -- which meant the servants got to dip into their fair share of drink, too.

It was a good night.

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[personal profile] bitchprince 2010-09-24 10:24 am (UTC)(link)
Arthur was present by Uther's side for most of the first hour of the feast-- but by now he had wrenched himself loose from his father. He walked the hall, chattering at knights and courtiers he knew.

He'd had a fair bit of cider and wine, yeah.
thatsamilkshake: (harvest)

[personal profile] thatsamilkshake 2010-09-25 04:57 pm (UTC)(link)
No one had been stupid enough to give Francine a tray of drinks to serve, but she did have fruit. Half of which may or may not have disappeared into her mouth during the course of the evening.

"Grapes? Melons?"

Why she was still asking that after the first response from a courtier who'd had three too many glasses of something, even Francine couldn't tell you. Probably because she'd had at least one too many glasses of something.
bitchprince: (and where did you come up with that one?)

[personal profile] bitchprince 2010-09-25 05:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Arthur... burst out laughing for a moment. Don't worry, Francine. He would have with anyone, in this state. "No, please," he said, still grinning. "Nooooo."
thatsamilkshake: (my face: it is up here)

[personal profile] thatsamilkshake 2010-09-25 05:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Francine sighed deeply. "Nobody wants my melons."

[personal profile] bitchprince 2010-09-25 05:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, I'm sure Katchoo would have something to say about that."

Dammit, Arthur. Remember who you're talking to. And propriety. Remember that?

"...and Merlin."

Or you could just segue into sulkypants.
thatsamilkshake: (dubious)

[personal profile] thatsamilkshake 2010-09-25 05:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well yeah, Merlin had some. But I think he was just being polite."

[personal profile] bitchprince 2010-09-25 06:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Arthur's face achieved the expression of I accept your reality and will substitute it for my own. "God knows he's only polite when he's nowhere near me..."

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[identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com 2010-09-24 03:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Of course they could, and Katchoo wasn't really drinking much these days, but tonight a glass was okay, right?

Right.

And if anyone came close to calling this party the "Thank-God-I-Am-No-Longer-Married-To-A-Troll feast," well, just guess. Go on. Guess which one that was. And then be glad she'd only had one glass of cider. (The nobles could have the wine; as far as she was concerned, if this'd been modern times they'd be wearing suits and chattering about their stock portfolios. Frikkin' sheep.) Milling about was not exactly her thing, so she was drifting along the edges of the party, sipping at that glass of cider slowly.

She was also . . . wondering how much time had passed back home. She wasn't exactly raring to go back, but it'd be a shame if they got kicked out of school for non-attendance after everything it'd taken to get in.
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[personal profile] bitchprince 2010-09-24 04:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oi, serving girl!" hollered one particularly inebriated knight across a distance that was a fair bit greater than he'd thought it was. "I have a rather large issue that requires your attendance!"

He grinned lecherously in Katchoo's direction; a second later he was wincing loudly under the force of Arthur's hand, coming in for a shoulder-pat that was a little too hard.

"Like you can even keep yourself up, let alone what's in your breeches, Erwyn," Arthur said, pleasantly. "Nevermind that this one might cut it off. Not that you'd miss the difference. Now go on, my lad."

He gave the knight a shove.

[identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com 2010-09-24 04:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Katchoo gave Erwyn a particularly smug smirk, and was not above waving a limp leaf of some sort of vegetable at him.

"It's never any fun when you warn 'em about the possible mayhem, Arthur," she complained mildly.

[personal profile] bitchprince 2010-09-24 04:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Arthur turned his head towards her in a motion that was fairly exaggerated. He grinned. "I can't have a serving girl damaging my knights," he said, and ambled towards her. "Though I've no doubt Sir Erwyn's about to spread some rumors about me picking favourites."
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[identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com 2010-09-24 05:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not even one?" Katchoo wheedled playfully. "I'll even find you a replacement for 'im, come on."

[personal profile] bitchprince 2010-09-24 05:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not a single one," Arthur said, and opened his mouth like he was feeling about ready to lecture her about knights and discipline and fortitude and all that again--

--but instead he sort of leaned over. "They wouldn't be entirely wrong about the favourites," he informed her, "but no one can know about that. It would be unfair, and Francine would give me eyes. Also, I'm a prince."

A very plastered prince. Thank you.

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[identity profile] bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com 2010-09-24 04:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Merlin had also gotten into the cider this evening. Despite this being a truly horrible idea.

So, if he was smiling like an idiot, it was for a reason.

[identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com 2010-09-24 05:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Katchoo loved truly horrible ideas. What was wrong with that?

She had no ulterior motives whatsoever -- and by the way, would you like to buy a bridge? not Bridge -- about wandering Merlin's way with another tray of cider and drawling, "Can I not offer you another one, there?"

[identity profile] bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com 2010-09-24 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"Really?" Katchoo, you're a horrible person.

[identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com 2010-09-25 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
And you love it, Merlin. "Well, y'know," she said, in her best impression of one of the flightier serving girls (or an airheaded celeb groupie at one of Darcy's parties, it was really the same principle), "this tray's awfully heavy with all these drinks on it."

[identity profile] bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com 2010-09-25 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
Merlin giggled snickered like a manly man. "You should never do that again," he informed her, but took a drink to help out.

Okay, two drinks.

[identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com 2010-09-25 12:40 am (UTC)(link)
"Never do what?" asked the horrible, insidious enabler.

[personal profile] bitchprince 2010-09-25 08:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"Meeeerlin!"

Hello there, drunken Arthur.

[identity profile] bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com 2010-09-25 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"Shhhh," Merlin whispered, looking around to make sure the king didn't see anything and have him drawn and quartered. He didn't want to be quartered!

Damn you, Katchoo.

[personal profile] bitchprince 2010-09-25 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"Merlin, you can't shush me," Arthur said, jovially. "I'm the crown prince."

Who was steadily maneuvering Merlin into a quieter end of the feast. ... not for purposes. Just for talking.

[identity profile] bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com 2010-09-25 08:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"People will hear," Merlin whined said whined.

[personal profile] bitchprince 2010-09-25 08:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"What, me talking to my own manservant?" Arthur said, wiggling his eyebrows. "What a scandal."

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[personal profile] thatsamilkshake 2010-09-24 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Francine knew better, after two years in Fandom, than to get drunk at dances or anything that vaguely resembled them. Things of questionable intelligence tended to happen, especially when Merlin was in the same room. Then again, things of questionable intelligence tended to happen when the two of them were in the same room anyway, and that cider smelled really good.

She'd only had one! Right before that stableboy had tried to waltz around the edge of the hall with her. Or was it after? No, before, but then somebody had replaced her cup, so, okay, maybe it was two, but she hadn't entirely finished the first one, so this one in her hand didn't really make three.

She might have been dancing a little in place now.

There might not have been any music.

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