From: gorthol	Date: 02/10/2007 15:40:31

*just so happens to be there, collecting last night's poker winnings from a reluctant patron*

*is dressed to the nines and very likely high as a kite*

*figured on needing all his available cash to take...someone out...somewhere...as a sort of apology for...something?*

*ah, well, if he can't remember then it probably wasn't that important*

	From: belthronding	Date: 02/10/2007 15:46:57

*brightly* There you are, you bastard. Couldn't even come and see an old pal on her sickbed, huh?

*sits down opposite you*

	From: gorthol	Date: 02/10/2007 15:52:53

*taking a second to focus on you*

*cheerily* Beleg. I was going to see you tomorrow or today or...but here you are, anyway. Out. *ticks days off on his fingers, puzzled*

*smiles* Good as new?

	From: belthronding	Date: 02/10/2007 15:55:33

*pokes you in the shoulder* Nowhere near as good as new! Did you know how much bullets to the shoulder hurt? 'Cause it's a lot, really. I can't even use my bow for, like, weeks so I think the least you can do is buy me a drink. And maybe dinner?

	From: gorthol	Date: 02/10/2007 15:59:51

*considering* So...a lot, I guess? Yeah. I mean, I'd think so. A bullet, wow. Really sorry about that shit.

*amiably* Drink, right. Sure. Least I can do, you know?

And maybe dinner?

*frowns* Seems like there was someplace I had to be tonight. *distractedly* Is it dinnertime already?

	From: belthronding	Date: 02/10/2007 16:04:36

*tilts her head to one side* A drink would be a good start but it seems like you've gotten a headstart, huh?

	From: gorthol	Date: 02/10/2007 16:08:34

*looking around the bar as though in search of something* What? Nah, I just got here. *gestures vaguely to the little band of card players in the corner* Sore losers, the whole lot of 'em.

*blinks at you with sudden, grave concern* Fuck. Your arm okay, Beleg?

	From: belthronding	Date: 02/10/2007 16:20:07

*vaguely* My arm's fine, Túrin. Nothing that regular alcohol and painkillers won't fix but-- *concerned* -- you seem a little -- off.

	From: gorthol	Date: 02/10/2007 16:25:33

*seriously* Good. Because if it's not okay, that's...not okay. Which is bad. You know?

you seem a little -- off

*laughs* Never better, mate. Stuff's all kinda...whatever, like. *ponders the metaphysical implications of said 'stuff'*

	From: ivrinsun	Date: 02/10/2007 16:27:50

*sweeps in, wrinkling her nose at the thought of the dirt in this place sullying her expensive dress*

*spots you and sashays over* You know, if you meant Larry's Tap, you could have just said Larry's Tap in the message, and not "the theater district". Do you have any idea how long I've been looking for you?

	From: gorthol	Date: 02/10/2007 16:29:09

*looks at you askance*

Fin? What're you doing here?

	From: belthronding	Date: 02/10/2007 16:30:00

*looks at you askance*

Túrin, you should have said you had a girlfriend plans.

	From: gorthol	Date: 02/10/2007 16:32:23

*looking back and forth between you and Finduilas a bit helplessly*

Didn't I?

	From: belthronding	Date: 02/10/2007 16:36:57

*makes a move to stand up* I'll catch up with you another time?

*feels an irrational stab of disappointment*

	From: gorthol	Date: 02/10/2007 16:40:46

*lays his hand over yours to stop you*

*equally irrationally* Stay?

	From: belthronding	Date: 02/10/2007 16:56:14

*stays for a while*

	From: ivrinsun	Date: 02/10/2007 16:30:43

*pulls up a chair and sits primly at the edge of it*

*rolls her eyes at Beleg* "We must go to the opera," he says. "I'll die if I don't go to the opera today." Talk about a bizarre craving.

	From: belthronding	Date: 02/10/2007 16:35:27

*looks at Túrin curiously* It certainly sounds -- out of character.

	From: gorthol	Date: 02/10/2007 16:38:23

Um. Oh. Oh! *remembering* Because it's La Traviata and I thought it'd be a laugh because she... *glances at Finduilas and takes in her blank expression* ...and wouldn't it be funny? You don't know why that's funny.

*to you* She doesn't know why that's funny. I thought it was funny.

	From: ivrinsun	Date: 02/10/2007 16:45:06

*sighs a long-suffering sigh*

*to Beleg* Just ignore him when he gets like this.

*in a business-like tone* I'm terribly sorry. I'm Finduilas, by the way. I'm his enabler an old friend of Túrin's. And you are...?

	From: belthronding	Date: 02/10/2007 16:55:25

Beleg Cúthalion. *looks at Túrin for a moment* Another old friend.

*really does stand up this time* I'm sorry, I really should be going. I didn't mean to delay your plans.

	From: ivrinsun	Date: 02/10/2007 17:01:48

Beleg? *more than a little surprised* How interesting. *sweetly* I'd pictured you as being a little taller and considerably more male.

*benevolently* Oh, I'm sure it wasn't your fault. Túrin's been having some difficulties managing...things lately. *looks at him concernedly* Haven't you, darling?

	From: belthronding	Date: 02/10/2007 17:04:11

*wryly* And a boy? *shrugs* Things change, I guess.

*looks at Túrin concernedly too*

	From: gorthol	Date: 02/10/2007 17:04:49

*stands too*

*to Beleg* Rain check? *knows the right words are in his brain somewhere* I was really worried about you.

	From: belthronding	Date: 02/10/2007 17:11:10

*opens her mouth and closes it again*

You were never very good at making that clear. See you around.

*nods at Finduilas a bit awkwardly* Bye.

	From: gorthol	Date: 02/10/2007 17:18:25

*is going to be really really upset about that later*

She's angry. And sad. Why is she angry and sad? Think, Túrin, think. *losing that train of thought* Angry: Full of anger. Wrathful. Resentful. Opposite of happy...

*looks at you uncertainly* Bye? :/

	From: ivrinsun	Date: 02/10/2007 17:19:20

*cheerfully* It was lovely meeting you! Good riddance Bye now!