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Merlin wanders down the stairs, fresh from a nap and some work on a set of new Trumps he's creating, which explains the tired expression on his face. At the bottom of the staircase, he's suddenly seized by an inexplicable urge to sing:

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Nobody but the blonde who gives up her table for a seat at the bar.

"So I take it the singing is running rampant again."

Her smile is sympathetic.

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"Hey, beautiful."

Nope, no Chaosian blushing around here.

"Apparently. How bad was I?"

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"You were fine," she says, giving him a soothing pat on the shoulder.

"Besides, it's not like you were singing spontaneous declarations of love to anyone."

Wince.

"Which reminds me--Bar? Tequila, please."

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"That's very true." Does it count if the first person he thinks of is Jack? Probably not.

Merlin reaches down to capture that hand and lift it to his lips.

"Did you get caught up in this too, my lady?"

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She manages not to turn bright pink.

"Not this time--not yet, anyway. Although I did a year ago, the first time something like this rolled through the bar."

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His grin is just this side of legal.

"How unfortunate. We could have sung a duet full of fire and ice."

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"Be careful what you wish for," she warns, gesturing with her glass.

"We're not sure how long this musical...thing is going to last, or what sets it off."

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The smile vanishes from his mouth, and there may be a glint of panic in his eyes.

"You don't say?"

Well, there's always his room and those Trumps.

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"Well...I don't know. Doesn't mean no one does," she says in an attempt to be reassuring.

"And I doubt it'll last too long before someone either finds a way to stop it, or it just wears off on its own."

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"Oh." Blink, blink. "Let's hope so. I don't like the idea of having to hide in my room for weeks on end."

[song_tra_bong]

"I doubt it'll last that long. Why?"

She nudges his shoulder with hers.

"Afraid of having to serenade the bar on a regular basis?"

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Merlin nudges back, and grins down at her.

"That's exactly what I'm afraid of. It might ruin my hard-won reputation for moderation."

Cough.

[song_tra_bong]

Mary Anne looks appropriately shocked.

"Perish the thought."

Sip of tequila.

"Even if you do have a nice voice."

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Merlin may not resist the urge to reach over and ruffle her hair. All depends on if she looks armed or not.

"Thank you."

Sip of Atlantean.

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She's pretty much constantly armed, but hair ruffling is pretty much constantly accepted.

"You're welcome."

She eyes the Atlantean. "Pace yourself with that. I don't want to be the one holding your hair back when it comes up to bite you."

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Merlin snorts, draping an arm across her shoulders. It's a given that he won't try anything.

"That hasn't happened yet. I just keep waking up in my lover's bed."

Which is always preferred.