milliways_bar | (no subject)

Entry tags:

(no subject)

Atton is outside, training.

He has a dozen or so floating targets, like dartboards, zipping around him very quickly and firing stun bolts down at him from tiny holes at the sides. It's very obvious that he cobbled them together from various machines.

He's blindfolded, and he's alternating between throwing knives at them with one hand and shooting them with another, while dodging the stun bolts. Judging by the bright, chirpy green flashes and the heavy blaster scoring and multiple knife marks on and immediately around the bullseye, he's doing quite well.

He may be grinning from ear to ear, because it's reassuring to know that he's not helpless without the Force.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"The door showing up, usually. What about you?" Atton grins as they head inside.

"Research. But I like your answer better."

At this point, Merlin has decided he needs a strong drink. It'll keep him distracted from charming Atton.

"My answer was very good." Sagely.

"Yes, it was. I'd say it deserves a glass of Bayle's Piss." Which is what he orders when they finally arrive at Bar. Imagine his surprise when two glasses of the white wine appear on the counter.

It's not often that he gets this particular drink outside of Amber or the Golden Circle.

"And it has such a pleasant name, too."

"It does. I'm not sure who started the name calling, but this is a decent white wine from my homeland. It's just not the baron's best vintage ...hence the title."

"I'm shocked and appalled that you wouldn't get me the best vintage." Atton attempts to look very sad.

Merlin snorts. "I'd have to return there to get some. I've a journey coming up soon. Should I remember, I'll bring you a bottle of it."

Atton huffs, a little.
"I suppose it's okay, then."

"Are you going to stand there and talk, or drink man?"

Atton laughs, gulping down the wine quickly.

"Blessed serpent, you're as much a peacock as any of my brothers." There is a slight pause. "Or me at times." He consumes a mouthful of the wine and smiles. Serenely.

"What's a peacock?"

"A vain bird with annoyingly lavish tail feathers."

"'M not vain. If I was I'd comb my hair."

"I never said it was a bad thing!"

"It was implied."

"It wasn't my intention to imply that you are a vain peacock." Mostly. Atton may imply there was an unspoken apology if he likes.

Atton just snickers, quietly.
"Sure it wasn't. Sure."

There is a very strong temptation to stick out his tongue, but Merlin manages to quash it.

"I am the soul of honor, kindness, mercy, and goodness. Trust me in all things."

Well, if it worked for his father...

[ooc: quote lifted from Guns of Avalon, CoA book 2]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only