Kink Me! #33
Kink Me! #33
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Arthur awoke with a pounding in his head. He lay on Gwaine's puffy, leather couch and stared at the early morning ceiling.
There was a commotion happening somewhere in house. “Shit, shit, shit, shit...” somebody was cursing. A male - Gwaine.
Arthur sighed and clawed at his hair, closing his eyes and hoping for a reprieve from the effects of the hangover. He hadn't been this drunk since he won his Oscar. God, that was a good night. Shit morning. But a good night...
“Arthur we gotta get- fuck.” Somewhere in the house, Gwaine had stubbed his toe. “Arthur get up, we gotta go to work.”
Arthur groaned.
“ARTHUR!”
“I'm up, I'm up...” Arthur mumbled feeling rather grumpy. “Just leave me alone.”
Gwaine came over to him, still buttoning up his shirt. “Get the fuck up Arthur. If we leave like now, we'll only be a little late.”
“Shit,” Arthur mumbled. “I don't fucking want to... I feel like crap...” He growled, but then pushed himself off of the couch with a great show.
“Somebody clearly had too much to drink,” Gwaine noted, amused.
“How are you not fucking feeling it?” Arthur already knew that it wasn't going to be the best day on set.
“A combination of a better tolerance, and lower alcohol concentrations.” He shrugged, “But I still feel it.” Gwaine nodded his head towards the bathroom, “Anyways, go get ready Arthur, quickly. We're almost done for the year. Three episodes left to shoot, let's do it.”'
Arthur went to the bathroom, and sat on the toilet, holding his head in his hands. Never again was he going to drink so much. Never, never, never.
There was a tugging feeling in his stomach. Shit.
He barely had time to lift the toilet seat before he was vomiting. It felt like pure hell. His throat burned and the pressure made it feel like his eyes were about to pop out. After a second big heave, he felt a little less shitty - but it would do.
He stole some of Gwaine's mouthwash and gargled a bit. After he spit it out in the sink he examined himself in the mirror, noting his haggard, but otherwise attractive face.
Would he still look this way in ten years? Would Merlin still love him after he lost his charm and appeal?
Merlin. God he had forgotten all about Merlin. He had drunk so much that all he could think about was not puking. Merlin would be worried, of course. Shit, he should have told him he wasn't coming home. Of course, he hadn't known at the time, but still... He pulled his phone from his pocket and saw that it was dead.
He'd see Merlin later.
Right now his priority was to clean up, just enough, that Sharon, the make-up artist, wouldn't give him a double-take.
“I'm ready,” Arthur announced at last, when he walked out of the bathroom. Gwaine jumped up from his couch and tossed him an orange and a granola bar.
“Then let's roll.”
A/N: I'd like to emphasize that TV shows start filming before they air. Thus, All Voyagers has only aired like 1 episode, but they've already shot 10 of the 13.
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