Very Good Idea... No; Merlin RPF
Title: Very Good Idea... No.
Authors: mydoctortennant
Pairings/Characters: Bradley/Angel, Katie/Colin, Eoin/Angel, Katie/Eoin, Eoin/Barmaid I like to call Sophie. Suggested Gwaine/Lancelot, Colin/Bradley, Bradley/ASH, Bradley/Rupert (all in VERY minor ways xD) Umm yeah, I think that's it...
Warnings: RPF...
Disclaimer: Not real. Despite birthday wishes and night time prayers to Santa (all Hail Amy Pond!) Merlin still isn't mine!
Rating: PG13
Summary: Katie thinks it's a very good idea... not everybody else agrees with her but it's never stopped her from doing anything before... time to get Bradley James drunk.
Author Notes: This is for my Gwen, mustbethursday3. Last RPF she said one day she'd challenge me to write an RPF minus kissing welll I beat your challenge, missy, have an RPF without kissing and with practically every other pairing under the sun in some way or another. Love you.
Also; the barmaid that I like to call Sophie is a nod to my fabulous friend sophielou21 and her 'Brokeback Knights' fetish she started and we carried forth XD Gwaine/Lancelot to be BFFs!
My Merlin Prompt Table
“And to the wonderful bar staff who have been so gracious in hosting our many parties. Be it me and Colin getting away from the girls. Or all of us boys having a blast. You’ve been wonderful!” He had been at this for the last half an hour. Rupert, along with the regular cast, looked at him with an amused look on his face. It wasn’t unusual for Bradley to get his rant on.
“You fill up his drink, I’ll head him off at the pass,” Angel nodded and discreetly headed to the bar. It wasn’t as if Bradley was currently drunk. He was in one of his moods where he was high on the world or something and with it being the last ‘group drinks’ of the series he was pulling out all the stops on the annoying-o-metre. There was something about Eoin, Santiago and Ade being there that meant his ego needed the added boost of being the voice in charge.
“And on that note, I think we should toast Bradley and his ability to never shut up!” Katie took the new drink Angel gave her from the bar and handed it to their friend, “Here, drink this,” he took it from her willingly, downing the top of it without taking a breath.
“Thanks!”
“Sure. Now, how about you sit down and shut up? You’re embarrassing everybody,” she patted him on the shoulder and took her seat next to him, “You are an embarrassment to mankind, Mr James.”
“Well, Miss McGrath, we can’t all add to the world like you do,” he retorted sarcastically before downing half the pint.
“That much is true.”
“Do you have to drink quite so fast?” Angel asked him a he damn near chugged down half his drink in a matter of seconds; she was still on her second drink compared to his fifth.
“I’ve barely had a night drinking for nine months. I have a lot to make up for. It’s your round.”
Before Angel could complain he’d ushered her towards the bar. Katie followed her, needing a new rum and coke, “I swear to god I’m going to throw a drink over him soon. He’s winding me up.”
“He’s Bradley. It’s what he does. We’ll get him stupidly drunk, he’ll shut up. He always goes quiet after about ten pints.”
“At least we don’t have to see him for three months,” she replied and ordered her drinks.
“Wrong. You have promo with him. Especially near Christmas. And you know what they say about Christmas-“
“It’s a waste of time?” She said as the barman handed her drink to her, she thanked him and handed over the money as he exchanged Bradley’s next pint for her coins.
“Have you never seen Love Actually?”
“Oh, I forgot. You like to live in a fantasy world.”
X
“I thought you said he’d shut up after ten pints?” Angel complained to Katie as Bradley had started singing; Colin wasn’t helping either, singing along and goading him on, louder every time they sang the same verse over and over.
“Apparently not,” Katie replied, wanting to bang her head on the table and hard.
“Could he be any louder?”
“He’s joyous,” the Irishwoman tried to rationalise.
“He’s annoying.”
“He’s coming over.”
“Oh, god,” Angel sank down into her seat, trying to become invisible before their co-star appeared at her side. Katie quickly skirted away, Colin now on his own and now quiet she imagined he would produce some rather comical material for her pleasure (blackmail or otherwise).
“Aiiingel!” The blonde flopped down onto the bench that Angel was currently occupying.
“Bradley,” she shuffled to the far end and turned her body towards him, her legs in the way of him getting too close in his intoxicated state.
“You are looking particularly gorgeous tonight.”
“Thank you.”
“I mean, Katie, she’s gorgeous. She’s got the whole willowy beauty thing going on, but you,” he slumped sideways against the back of the bench, and fell, not so graciously, towards her, with a cocky grin on his face, “You are something else.”
“Thank you,” she pushed his head back up and away from her shoulder with her finger tips.
“Eoin is a lucky man,” Angel choked on her drink.
Holding the back of her hand to her mouth she cleared her throat before she choked on more of the alcoholic liquid, “I’m sorry?”
“You and Eoin. I saw you.”
“You saw what? Me and Eoin? What are you on about?”
“I know you love him.”
“I- huh?”
“Don’t deny it,” he said shaking his finger at her violently, “I saw you.”
“You’re drunk.”
“I saw you kiss him,” he said matter-of-factly, poking her harshly in the shoulder.
“When?”
“This afternoon. You kissed him on the lips.”
Angel rolled her eyes when she recalled; it had meant so little to her that she’d already pushed the incident from her mind and filed it under ‘never need speak about in the future’, apparently Bradley had other ideas. “Yes. You dared him to.”
“No, I didn’t.”
“That’s what Eoin said,” she said turning away to ignore him and taking another long swig from her drink. Katie appeared at their table again with a sardonic grin on her face.
“Angel got pl-ayed.”
“Shut up Katie.”
“He likes you,” she sing-songed nudging her friend in the side and pointing over to their bearded co-star who was currently having his arse handed to him by Rupert after he had challenged him to an arm-wrestle.
“No he doesn’t,” Angel said sharply.
“He’s not the only one,” Katie grinned, stopping herself from laughing at Bradley and his less than subtle state of mind.
“I’m going now, Colin’s calling,” angel said trying to move off from her seat only to be pulled back down by a stronger hand on her shoulder.
“He can keep his hands off you too,” Bradley commanded, looking at her sternly before his glared turned onto the back of Colin’s head, “He can’t have both of you.”
“Shut up, Bradley,” Katie bit, not liking her own teasing being turned on her as Angel sank back into her seat, losing the hand gripped on her shoulder as it looked like she was willingly staying.
“Oh, go snog Colin or something.”
“Snog? What are you twelve?”
“What are you, Irish?”
“You make no sense!” Angel slipped away, drink in her hand, and walked over to the other group of boys. She put her drink down on the table, alerting her fellow actors to her presence. She leant on Colin’s shoulder as she slipped into the spare wooden chair gracefully.
“What are they arguing about?”
“Uh, you? I dunno,” she shrugged and took another gulp of her drink; it was already dwindling in content, soon she’d be on the same path as Bradley, “I just had to get out of there.”
“How’s he doing?” he asked her with a sympathetic look on his face; he heard what she’d been subjected to and now their co=stars were arguing about nothing. So much for drunk Bradley being a quiet one.
“He’s beyond drunk. Thinks Eoin likes me.”
“He’s projecting.”
“Noooo he’s not,” she protested narrowing her eyes at him.
He didn’t take the warning, choosing to ignore it completely, “Sure he is.”
“Aiiingel!”
Colin snorted a laugh and grinned at her, “That’s my cue to leave,” he slipped out from the table and turned towards the bar. He beckoned for Ade and Rupert to follow suit, Eoin had already walked off in a sulk after Rupert beat him and dragged Santiago off with him to get a refill.
“Katie kicked me!” Bradley declared slumping into the seat Colin had just vacated.
“I’m sure you deserved it.”
“Kiss it better,” he pouted, rubbing at his trouser clad shin.
“I’m not kissing your shin better.”
“You can kiss me properly and it will transfer down.”
“That is the worst pick up line you’ve ever tried and you’ve tried a few.”
“Why do you never reciprocate?”
“Because most of the time you’re drunk.”
“And when I’m completely sober?”
“You don’t mean it.”
“Sure I do.”
“No, Bradley, you don’t.”
“So you do want to be kissing Eoin instead?”
Angel drained in her drink in a last ditch attempt to not completely wring his neck or bash his head into the table, “Bradley?”
“Mm?”
“Grow up,” she left him to join the others at the bar.
X
“I love her.”
“Nice to know buddy,” Santiago patted him on the arm and looked over to Colin for reassurance. The small Irish man looked to his Chilean friend and shrugged. It wasn’t the first time he had heard a drunken Bradley decided he was in love with somebody. Usually it was him. Once it had been Rupert. Another time it had been Tony.
“Really, really, love her.”
“I’m sure she’d like to know.”
“Nah, she doesn’t. She doesn’t care about me. She wants Eoin.”
“I heard that too,” Colin said with a wicked grin on his face, “Wants to have an army with him. Army of Angel/Eoin sprogs.”
“Best looking army of sprogs ever,” Eoin interjected as he sat opposite his fellow Irishman with a typical pint of Guinness in his hand, “Why are me and Angel having an army of sexy babies?”
“Because you’re in love.”
“Of course?”
“Don’t look at me, it was his idea.”
“I’m not nicking your girl, Bradley, don’t worry about it. I think the barmaid is making eyes at me, anyway,” he looked back over his shoulder and casually leant back in the seat, flashing a smile at the girl behind the bar; she blushed looking down into the pint she was pulling.
“That’s because you’re Eoin Macken; actor extraordinaire,” Colin said, flashing his trademark grin at the girl and quickly turning it on Eoin, “She mentioned something to Rupert about Gwaine and Lancelot and how they should be really good friends.”
“Riiight, anyway. Me and Angel can still have our gorgeous sprogs. I’m open to it. Try anything once.”
“More than once and he might hang you,” Colin said not so quietly behind his hand and pointed indiscreetly at their blonde friend.
“He might want to stay awake enough to finish his argument in future then,” Santiago said, nodding towards Bradley who had, somehow, fallen asleep, leaning on his hand. The group od the laughed.
“Shame,” the final Irish voice rejoined them, leaving her female counterpart with her ‘brother’, “He was gunna tell her.”
“He’s too much of a wuss,” Eoin concluded.
“But he is drunk enough.”
“That was your plan?”
“Near worked didn’t it?”
“I guess,” Colin admitted with a shrug.
“Now he’s convinced himself Angel and Eoin are getting married and plan on repopulating the whole of Ireland alone, whatever, I’m not going to correct him.”
“You are a mean, mean person, Katie McGrath.”
“Yes, yes I am. And you owe me a drink.”
Authors: mydoctortennant
Pairings/Characters: Bradley/Angel, Katie/Colin, Eoin/Angel, Katie/Eoin, Eoin/Barmaid I like to call Sophie. Suggested Gwaine/Lancelot, Colin/Bradley, Bradley/ASH, Bradley/Rupert (all in VERY minor ways xD) Umm yeah, I think that's it...
Warnings: RPF...
Disclaimer: Not real. Despite birthday wishes and night time prayers to Santa (all Hail Amy Pond!) Merlin still isn't mine!
Rating: PG13
Summary: Katie thinks it's a very good idea... not everybody else agrees with her but it's never stopped her from doing anything before... time to get Bradley James drunk.
Author Notes: This is for my Gwen, mustbethursday3. Last RPF she said one day she'd challenge me to write an RPF minus kissing welll I beat your challenge, missy, have an RPF without kissing and with practically every other pairing under the sun in some way or another. Love you.
Also; the barmaid that I like to call Sophie is a nod to my fabulous friend sophielou21 and her 'Brokeback Knights' fetish she started and we carried forth XD Gwaine/Lancelot to be BFFs!
My Merlin Prompt Table
“And to the wonderful bar staff who have been so gracious in hosting our many parties. Be it me and Colin getting away from the girls. Or all of us boys having a blast. You’ve been wonderful!” He had been at this for the last half an hour. Rupert, along with the regular cast, looked at him with an amused look on his face. It wasn’t unusual for Bradley to get his rant on.
“You fill up his drink, I’ll head him off at the pass,” Angel nodded and discreetly headed to the bar. It wasn’t as if Bradley was currently drunk. He was in one of his moods where he was high on the world or something and with it being the last ‘group drinks’ of the series he was pulling out all the stops on the annoying-o-metre. There was something about Eoin, Santiago and Ade being there that meant his ego needed the added boost of being the voice in charge.
“And on that note, I think we should toast Bradley and his ability to never shut up!” Katie took the new drink Angel gave her from the bar and handed it to their friend, “Here, drink this,” he took it from her willingly, downing the top of it without taking a breath.
“Thanks!”
“Sure. Now, how about you sit down and shut up? You’re embarrassing everybody,” she patted him on the shoulder and took her seat next to him, “You are an embarrassment to mankind, Mr James.”
“Well, Miss McGrath, we can’t all add to the world like you do,” he retorted sarcastically before downing half the pint.
“That much is true.”
“Do you have to drink quite so fast?” Angel asked him a he damn near chugged down half his drink in a matter of seconds; she was still on her second drink compared to his fifth.
“I’ve barely had a night drinking for nine months. I have a lot to make up for. It’s your round.”
Before Angel could complain he’d ushered her towards the bar. Katie followed her, needing a new rum and coke, “I swear to god I’m going to throw a drink over him soon. He’s winding me up.”
“He’s Bradley. It’s what he does. We’ll get him stupidly drunk, he’ll shut up. He always goes quiet after about ten pints.”
“At least we don’t have to see him for three months,” she replied and ordered her drinks.
“Wrong. You have promo with him. Especially near Christmas. And you know what they say about Christmas-“
“It’s a waste of time?” She said as the barman handed her drink to her, she thanked him and handed over the money as he exchanged Bradley’s next pint for her coins.
“Have you never seen Love Actually?”
“Oh, I forgot. You like to live in a fantasy world.”
X
“I thought you said he’d shut up after ten pints?” Angel complained to Katie as Bradley had started singing; Colin wasn’t helping either, singing along and goading him on, louder every time they sang the same verse over and over.
“Apparently not,” Katie replied, wanting to bang her head on the table and hard.
“Could he be any louder?”
“He’s joyous,” the Irishwoman tried to rationalise.
“He’s annoying.”
“He’s coming over.”
“Oh, god,” Angel sank down into her seat, trying to become invisible before their co-star appeared at her side. Katie quickly skirted away, Colin now on his own and now quiet she imagined he would produce some rather comical material for her pleasure (blackmail or otherwise).
“Aiiingel!” The blonde flopped down onto the bench that Angel was currently occupying.
“Bradley,” she shuffled to the far end and turned her body towards him, her legs in the way of him getting too close in his intoxicated state.
“You are looking particularly gorgeous tonight.”
“Thank you.”
“I mean, Katie, she’s gorgeous. She’s got the whole willowy beauty thing going on, but you,” he slumped sideways against the back of the bench, and fell, not so graciously, towards her, with a cocky grin on his face, “You are something else.”
“Thank you,” she pushed his head back up and away from her shoulder with her finger tips.
“Eoin is a lucky man,” Angel choked on her drink.
Holding the back of her hand to her mouth she cleared her throat before she choked on more of the alcoholic liquid, “I’m sorry?”
“You and Eoin. I saw you.”
“You saw what? Me and Eoin? What are you on about?”
“I know you love him.”
“I- huh?”
“Don’t deny it,” he said shaking his finger at her violently, “I saw you.”
“You’re drunk.”
“I saw you kiss him,” he said matter-of-factly, poking her harshly in the shoulder.
“When?”
“This afternoon. You kissed him on the lips.”
Angel rolled her eyes when she recalled; it had meant so little to her that she’d already pushed the incident from her mind and filed it under ‘never need speak about in the future’, apparently Bradley had other ideas. “Yes. You dared him to.”
“No, I didn’t.”
“That’s what Eoin said,” she said turning away to ignore him and taking another long swig from her drink. Katie appeared at their table again with a sardonic grin on her face.
“Angel got pl-ayed.”
“Shut up Katie.”
“He likes you,” she sing-songed nudging her friend in the side and pointing over to their bearded co-star who was currently having his arse handed to him by Rupert after he had challenged him to an arm-wrestle.
“No he doesn’t,” Angel said sharply.
“He’s not the only one,” Katie grinned, stopping herself from laughing at Bradley and his less than subtle state of mind.
“I’m going now, Colin’s calling,” angel said trying to move off from her seat only to be pulled back down by a stronger hand on her shoulder.
“He can keep his hands off you too,” Bradley commanded, looking at her sternly before his glared turned onto the back of Colin’s head, “He can’t have both of you.”
“Shut up, Bradley,” Katie bit, not liking her own teasing being turned on her as Angel sank back into her seat, losing the hand gripped on her shoulder as it looked like she was willingly staying.
“Oh, go snog Colin or something.”
“Snog? What are you twelve?”
“What are you, Irish?”
“You make no sense!” Angel slipped away, drink in her hand, and walked over to the other group of boys. She put her drink down on the table, alerting her fellow actors to her presence. She leant on Colin’s shoulder as she slipped into the spare wooden chair gracefully.
“What are they arguing about?”
“Uh, you? I dunno,” she shrugged and took another gulp of her drink; it was already dwindling in content, soon she’d be on the same path as Bradley, “I just had to get out of there.”
“How’s he doing?” he asked her with a sympathetic look on his face; he heard what she’d been subjected to and now their co=stars were arguing about nothing. So much for drunk Bradley being a quiet one.
“He’s beyond drunk. Thinks Eoin likes me.”
“He’s projecting.”
“Noooo he’s not,” she protested narrowing her eyes at him.
He didn’t take the warning, choosing to ignore it completely, “Sure he is.”
“Aiiingel!”
Colin snorted a laugh and grinned at her, “That’s my cue to leave,” he slipped out from the table and turned towards the bar. He beckoned for Ade and Rupert to follow suit, Eoin had already walked off in a sulk after Rupert beat him and dragged Santiago off with him to get a refill.
“Katie kicked me!” Bradley declared slumping into the seat Colin had just vacated.
“I’m sure you deserved it.”
“Kiss it better,” he pouted, rubbing at his trouser clad shin.
“I’m not kissing your shin better.”
“You can kiss me properly and it will transfer down.”
“That is the worst pick up line you’ve ever tried and you’ve tried a few.”
“Why do you never reciprocate?”
“Because most of the time you’re drunk.”
“And when I’m completely sober?”
“You don’t mean it.”
“Sure I do.”
“No, Bradley, you don’t.”
“So you do want to be kissing Eoin instead?”
Angel drained in her drink in a last ditch attempt to not completely wring his neck or bash his head into the table, “Bradley?”
“Mm?”
“Grow up,” she left him to join the others at the bar.
X
“I love her.”
“Nice to know buddy,” Santiago patted him on the arm and looked over to Colin for reassurance. The small Irish man looked to his Chilean friend and shrugged. It wasn’t the first time he had heard a drunken Bradley decided he was in love with somebody. Usually it was him. Once it had been Rupert. Another time it had been Tony.
“Really, really, love her.”
“I’m sure she’d like to know.”
“Nah, she doesn’t. She doesn’t care about me. She wants Eoin.”
“I heard that too,” Colin said with a wicked grin on his face, “Wants to have an army with him. Army of Angel/Eoin sprogs.”
“Best looking army of sprogs ever,” Eoin interjected as he sat opposite his fellow Irishman with a typical pint of Guinness in his hand, “Why are me and Angel having an army of sexy babies?”
“Because you’re in love.”
“Of course?”
“Don’t look at me, it was his idea.”
“I’m not nicking your girl, Bradley, don’t worry about it. I think the barmaid is making eyes at me, anyway,” he looked back over his shoulder and casually leant back in the seat, flashing a smile at the girl behind the bar; she blushed looking down into the pint she was pulling.
“That’s because you’re Eoin Macken; actor extraordinaire,” Colin said, flashing his trademark grin at the girl and quickly turning it on Eoin, “She mentioned something to Rupert about Gwaine and Lancelot and how they should be really good friends.”
“Riiight, anyway. Me and Angel can still have our gorgeous sprogs. I’m open to it. Try anything once.”
“More than once and he might hang you,” Colin said not so quietly behind his hand and pointed indiscreetly at their blonde friend.
“He might want to stay awake enough to finish his argument in future then,” Santiago said, nodding towards Bradley who had, somehow, fallen asleep, leaning on his hand. The group od the laughed.
“Shame,” the final Irish voice rejoined them, leaving her female counterpart with her ‘brother’, “He was gunna tell her.”
“He’s too much of a wuss,” Eoin concluded.
“But he is drunk enough.”
“That was your plan?”
“Near worked didn’t it?”
“I guess,” Colin admitted with a shrug.
“Now he’s convinced himself Angel and Eoin are getting married and plan on repopulating the whole of Ireland alone, whatever, I’m not going to correct him.”
“You are a mean, mean person, Katie McGrath.”
“Yes, yes I am. And you owe me a drink.”