the kitchen table is covered with an assortment of bottles: some from which they are drinking, some of which they have drunk, and some which they considered drinking but changed their minds, and then will was too lazy to put them away again.
after anna's second glass of wine and will's third beer (bradley is still nursing his first scotch), the boys get into an argument about who was the better king, arthur or peter, and anna wonders, whatever happened to keeping your work life separate?
"come on, you were based on me," says bradley, dropping the illusion of correct prepositions. anna knows a cock-measuring contest when she sees one.
"ha!" will scoffs. "we don't even know if you existed!"
"well, we know for sure you didn't exist," anna shrugs at him, and he glares at her.
"you're supposed to be on my side!" says will.
anna laughs. "oh will, don't you remember? i eventually leave you." she smiles at bradley, running her fingers through his hair. "and gwen eventually leaves you, poor sod."
"who needs her? i've got a merlin," says bradley. "together we are a coin."
"'s not the brightest coin in the collection box," will comments, "but certainly the gayest."
"the gayest of coins," anna sighs wistfully, before taking bradley's glass from his hand and finishing it. there wasn't that much left anyway.
"hey! i was using that!" bradley protests
"much too slowly." she threads their fingers together and smiles at bradley in a way that, she has discovered, makes him forgive her anything. anna stands up and tugs. "come. will, you too."
"where are we going?" asks bradley as she leads them out of the kitchen. he catches up to her and slides his arm around her waist.
"we're going to polish your sword, your highness," anna replies.
"can we polish mine first?" asks will, draping his arms over their shoulders and forcing himself between them.
"you can polish each other's," says anna, and pushes open will's bedroom door. "i'll supervise. and then," she smiles, slipping away from them and pulling her blouse over her head, "i'll show you how it's done."
i'm just looking for an excuse, really
the kitchen table is covered with an assortment of bottles: some from which they are drinking, some of which they have drunk, and some which they considered drinking but changed their minds, and then will was too lazy to put them away again.
after anna's second glass of wine and will's third beer (bradley is still nursing his first scotch), the boys get into an argument about who was the better king, arthur or peter, and anna wonders, whatever happened to keeping your work life separate?
"come on, you were based on me," says bradley, dropping the illusion of correct prepositions. anna knows a cock-measuring contest when she sees one.
"ha!" will scoffs. "we don't even know if you existed!"
"well, we know for sure you didn't exist," anna shrugs at him, and he glares at her.
"you're supposed to be on my side!" says will.
anna laughs. "oh will, don't you remember? i eventually leave you." she smiles at bradley, running her fingers through his hair. "and gwen eventually leaves you, poor sod."
"who needs her? i've got a merlin," says bradley. "together we are a coin."
"'s not the brightest coin in the collection box," will comments, "but certainly the gayest."
"the gayest of coins," anna sighs wistfully, before taking bradley's glass from his hand and finishing it. there wasn't that much left anyway.
"hey! i was using that!" bradley protests
"much too slowly." she threads their fingers together and smiles at bradley in a way that, she has discovered, makes him forgive her anything. anna stands up and tugs. "come. will, you too."
"where are we going?" asks bradley as she leads them out of the kitchen. he catches up to her and slides his arm around her waist.
"we're going to polish your sword, your highness," anna replies.
"can we polish mine first?" asks will, draping his arms over their shoulders and forcing himself between them.
"you can polish each other's," says anna, and pushes open will's bedroom door. "i'll supervise. and then," she smiles, slipping away from them and pulling her blouse over her head, "i'll show you how it's done."