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ataraxionlogs2013-01-17 01:05 pm
prince) wrote in ataraxionlogs2013-01-17 01:05 pm
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CHARACTERS: Arthur Pendragon and Merlin AND POSSIBLY YOU?
LOCATION: Space Babylon.
WARNINGS: includes XXX gay threesome with Nathan Young.
SUMMARY: I've got something to put in you. Set after this.
NOTES: Drop a comment, get tag-teamed by two ren-faire idiots in the gaybar tavern. Order of You-Merlin-Arthur. Track your threads!
[ Arthur stops berating Merlin the moment they enter and stares around. ]
Are you sure this is the right place?
[ It's unlike any tavern he's ever been to. Of course, he has far less experience than Merlin, who is no doubt aquainted with taverns of all shapes and sizes and therefore has no compunction in bringing him to a space bar. But Arthur feels as though he deserves a drink after arguing about bloody sorcery so much lately. ]
[ He heads for the bar itself, clutching his purse with a couple of gold coins in. ]
Do you think they'll actually serve ale here?
[ Given the strange unfamiliarity of food in space, he doubts it. But he approaches the counter anyway, and he's not entirely out of place in what he's wearing: the coat's brown leather, after all, and the tunic's cut low in the chest, and the breeches are very tight. However he marks himself as a stranger, and maybe an idiot, when he gives an awkwardly jolly hello, smacks the coins onto the bartop sharply. ]
Two mugs of your finest.
[ Who let Arthur order, seriously. ]
LOCATION: Space Babylon.
WARNINGS: includes XXX gay threesome with Nathan Young.
SUMMARY: I've got something to put in you. Set after this.
NOTES: Drop a comment, get tag-teamed by two ren-faire idiots in the gay
[ Arthur stops berating Merlin the moment they enter and stares around. ]
Are you sure this is the right place?
[ It's unlike any tavern he's ever been to. Of course, he has far less experience than Merlin, who is no doubt aquainted with taverns of all shapes and sizes and therefore has no compunction in bringing him to a space bar. But Arthur feels as though he deserves a drink after arguing about bloody sorcery so much lately. ]
[ He heads for the bar itself, clutching his purse with a couple of gold coins in. ]
Do you think they'll actually serve ale here?
[ Given the strange unfamiliarity of food in space, he doubts it. But he approaches the counter anyway, and he's not entirely out of place in what he's wearing: the coat's brown leather, after all, and the tunic's cut low in the chest, and the breeches are very tight. However he marks himself as a stranger, and maybe an idiot, when he gives an awkwardly jolly hello, smacks the coins onto the bartop sharply. ]
Two mugs of your finest.
[ Who let Arthur order, seriously. ]