*looks a bit doubtful* *raises his chin* You know anyone better?
*twitches a little* Only it's getting late, man, and my mom--well, anyway that's not the point, it's just been days, you know? Days and fucking days, fuck, what I'd give for a couple valium right now.
*reaches into his pockets for whatever cash he has which was lifted out of his mother's purse* Seriously, man, do you have any? Fuck, I'd fucking kiss you if you did.
*eyes widen* Jeez, man, that'd be awesome. Honestly, I totally just need something to take the edge off. Fuck, what'd I'd give for a night's sleep? *starts to count out his cash in crumpled notes and small change*
*smirks* In my vast and storied experience, if you're not sleeping, you're just not getting tired enough first.
*lightly* Come on, come on, let's have it then. I'm not getting any younger. *rattles his prop bag* *takes out a tiny mint something and pops it into his mouth*
You know, man, if you extrapolate the age I was last time to my mortal age, I've probably already almost outlived myself? You know? And we didn't have drugs then. Or maybe we did and Glorfindel was keeping them for himself I didn't know about it?
*stops and lets his fingers fall from the door handle*
You sure you're not already hopped up on something? You sound like it.
*thoughtfully* You know, if you can give me names of anybody who's doling out the good stuff, I might be able to help you out. Cut you a break. What's your name?
What? Huh? No, I'm not on anything. That's the problem, man. I saw a therapist in where was it again? Who said I need a hobby but I don't have any hobbies because my last hobby ended up with me getting abducted and that wasn't so cool.
*rubs the back of his neck* I don't know anyone, man. I'm new to Delving. My mother came here to see someone? My name's Maeglin and, wow, these cuffs chafe, you know?
*follows you over, wiping his hand across the back of his neck and looking around a bit nervously* *reaches into his pocket for some more grubby cash* What are you drinking?
*promptly* Oh, all right, so you're paying. You twisted my arm. *orders shots from the waitress before slapping her ass and earning a satisfying squeak as she departs* We don't even have to call it a bribe.
*lays a firm hand (hahaha) over yours on the table and eyes you seriously* The key is to keep drinking until you can't feel the itch, okay? It may take awhile.
*manages to keep pace with you for the first five or so, before dropping behind*
*makes it to eight and a half (he coughed up half of a shot while laughing) before lying back in his chair* *starts to giggle* That's b-better. *blinks sleepily*
*laughs hoarsely* I like outdoors. Always like the outdoors 'cept when I'm in the mines. Trees. I like trees too an' -- oh. *kisses you again, more hungrily* Take me outside?
*shrugs out of his shirt and arches up against you, his nipples hard as rocks* *opens your trousers and inches them down over your hips as you hover over him*