Jun 21, 2016
Gwaine hesitated little as he pressed his hands to Arthur's back and pushed him forward. "Not a word - we're going drinking tonight, and we're going to celebrate, and you have no say in the matter whatsoever. Okay? Okay. Now come on, the pub is calling our names and tankards await."
Arthur had barely enough time for a squeaking noise of protest as Gwaine began to push him, but it seemed there was little he could do to escape his fate tonight. “... Sounds like a rather demanding pub,” he commented quietly. “I approve of the tankards, though.”
