Past-Part Fills Part 7
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Past-Part Fills Part Seven
Fills from past parts can go here!
Fills from the current part (part 22) MUST go in that part's post until it is full.
Link to the original request (and if an ongoing fill, any previous chapters/sections).
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I...tried for the bonuses. I tried. Also, I should just let you guys know, in my headcanon, drunk!Arthur sounds exactly like the Sleep Talkin' Man. Verbatim, really.
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“Tell me again why the hell we're wandering the streets of New York at one in the morning, piss fucking drunk with our hands out like complete nutters, trying to hail a cab when we could just use the car we came in?”
Alfred repressed the urge to facepalm, because even though his back was turned and Arthur was definitely more than a little tipsy, the man would know and no matter how much rum or beer or whiskey straight from the bottle, or how many dirty pints he'd downed over the course of the night, he'd remember tomorrow and Alfred did not need to deal with more snark on top of what was sure to be a massive hangover. But he couldn't quite hold back the frustrated sigh of someone well acquainted ( ... )
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“Orange Fruities, get the Orange Fruites,” Arthur insisted.
Alfred kept smiling at Ben, even as his hand snapped out to whack Arthur in the side.
“Whataya say, do you wanna play?” Ben asked.
“We're doomed,” Arthur moaned fearfully from the seat beside him.
“By which he means hell yes,” Alfred corrected, sitting back in the seat with a grin. He didn't care if Arthur was drunk, they were playing this game because it was awesome and he loved game shows and he'd never have this chance ever again. Arthur owed him this much at least for the llama spit comment ( ... )
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“Virtue,” Arthur started listing again, slowly and with a deliberateness that suggested Alfred was a giant idiot for not knowing this and dammit, it was hard!
“Honor.” Arthur was being a total douche and not helping and how the hell had this question made it into the first four? The first batch was supposed to be easy and-
“Five seconds.”
“Courtly. Love.Oh, god, how lame was it that he was going to get a strike on the second question of the ride? They still had over 35 blocks to go and he was about to get a question wrong and if he lost this game, Arthur would give him shit about it forever and maybe it hadn't been such a good idea to play and ( ... )
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Alfred stifled a frustrated huff. “You're thinking Grand Theft Auto, Arthur. This is Cash Cab, a game show we are playing right now and-”
“Ten seconds.”
“- and we're gonna lose if you don't give me the stupid answer, already. Seriously, I will buy you a new sweater vest in whatever horribly ugly design you want, just tell me who it was-”
“Five seconds.”
“I'll bottom for a week!”
“Pete Best, you moron,” Arthur said, not moving from his position and not opening his eyes ( ... )
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It is not. XD
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Gahh can't wait for the rest!!
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“I don't think I've ever spent so many consecutive days as sore as I was during that decade,” Arthur told Ben in a secretive kind of voice, though he was still talking loudly enough for it to be a useless effort. “Although I do think your boss overreacted when he caught us in the storage closet.”
“Arthur.”
“He wasn't even supposed to be in the building that day, how was I supposed to know he'd need post-its at the exact same time I had you bent over the box of legal pads?”
“Arthur!” Alfred shouted, tugging the man back and into his seat before slapping a hand over his mouth. “TMI, dude! TMI! We are on television ( ... )
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“That is correct!” Ben called with false enthusiasm.
“'m going to XO the shite outa ye,” Arthur murmured in his ear, tongue darting out to lick a trail up the shell of his ear.
“We're in a taxi, Art,” Alfred whined, trying to push the man back toward his own seat. “On camera!” he insisted.
“I've always wanted to fuck ye in a car,” Arthur said, struggling to stay close to him even as Alfred's strength began to win out.
“You already have, Art, you don't-” Alfred caught himself, eyes darting toward the mirror as he scrambled to correct his slip. “I mean- Uhm- Shut up!”
Alfred left his own seat to try and put Arthur back in his own, grabbing the seat belt and attempting to twist in such a way that it would make the drunken moron sit his ass down. But Arthur struggled and in an attempt to keep the scuffle to a minimum, Alfred gave up and just flopped back into his own seat, bringing Arthur with him as he let out ( ... )
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“I was winning, you know,” Alfred grumbled.
They stood on the sidewalk a block away - one fucking block! - from Alfred's apartment and Arthur looked only slightly more sober than he had at the beginning of this catastrophe, still dressed in the uniform of Britannia Angel. His wings drooped to the ground and he held the wand loosely in his hand. Alfred had only returned the blasted thing to him after he'd promised to turn Ben's taxi back into a taxi, rather than leave it as the shining, majestical unicorn he had transformed it into in his fit of cock-blocked rage. They were just lucky the complaint They turned my taxi into a mythical creature! sounded a little too crazy to actually bring to the police with any sort of hope for retaliation, and that was his sole guiding thought when Alfred tried to find the bright side of tonight.
“At least he didn't arrest you,” Arthur mumbled, gazing at his wand in contemplation.
“Me!?” Alfred sputtered. “For what?”
“Public indecency.”
“And who was responsible for that?” Alfred hissed. “It's ( ... )
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