From: finellach	Date: 04/07/2007 15:35:07

*idly, as he turns the page of magazine* Really, do you have to be quite so loud? Some of us are trying to read.

	From: maeglinlomion	Date: 04/07/2007 15:41:39

*looks across the foyer at you* What are you doing here? What are you reading? What Car? But you have a car. Why do you want another?

	From: finellach	Date: 04/07/2007 15:47:47

I am, Cousin Maeglin, biding my time. But I would have thought you'd know all about that.

	From: maeglinlomion	Date: 04/07/2007 15:52:37

What do you--? Oh, right, you're talking about the treachery thing, aren't you? Honestly? That was more of a fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants thing.

*is interested* Why are you biding your time?

	From: finellach	Date: 04/07/2007 15:57:56

*snorts* Really? 'Cause the word on the street is that my dad's harbouring a criminal mastermind. *looks at you over the top of his magazine* If I were you? I'd play that up. Seriously, I'm sure you could cash in on it.

*turns back to his magazine* And I am waiting for the changing of the guards. They get so caught up in the ceremony of it all that they'd never notice if someone were to -- leave? -- the building?

	From: maeglinlomion	Date: 04/07/2007 16:07:14

*lies back, resting his feet on the arm of the couch which is something he'd never do if his mother was in the building*

*curiously* You're waiting to leave to? What, can't you just waltz out at any time? Aren't you the son of the dude in charge, no? In Gondolin, Idril got away with so much just because of who her dad was. Not that the fact that she's gorgeous didn't help a little too, you know?

	From: finellach	Date: 04/07/2007 16:14:31

*without looking up* *matter-of-factly* You don't make much sense, Maeglin, but in answer to the question I think you're asking, my dad has grounded me. I think he's worried I'm going to run out and knock up some other girl. I told him I'm not nearly drunk enough for that but I don't think he got the joke.

*gets smoothly to his feet as a bell rings* If you're coming, come now. *strides out through the front door and, in a series of well-choreographed steps, exits the grounds and begins to walk down the main street of Hithlum*

	From: maeglinlomion	Date: 04/07/2007 16:20:44

*does not need to be asked twice!* *follows you out and starts to laugh as soon as the grounds have been left behind* You're a pro, huh? *lights a cigarette while walking along*

	From: finellach	Date: 04/07/2007 16:23:01

*walks into the first bar he comes across* *orders a rum and coke*

I guess I am a pro, yeah. At least, Dad grounds me so often that I have to find some way around it, else I'd never breathe fresh air again!

	From: maeglinlomion	Date: 04/07/2007 16:25:20

*sits up at the bar with you* *orders a whiskey, neat* You get grounded a lot? I thought that just happened to me you were supposed to be the good one?

	From: finellach	Date: 04/07/2007 16:31:58

*snorts* Oh, you mean the part where I was High King for years and years? *shrugs* I'm not sure Dad quite believes that I was as good as the books say and I do so hate proving him wrong.

	From: maeglinlomion	Date: 04/07/2007 16:34:49

*laughs* Well, I never proved my father right or wrong, I think, except for living when he meant to kill me. He can't have liked that. *shrugs in a manner very similar to you* Do you like tequila? *without waiting for your answer, orders a couple of shots*

	From: finellach	Date: 04/07/2007 16:38:14

Do you like tequila?

Not really, no. *knocks back the shot anyway and grimaces, before wiping his mouth*

*spins around on his stool and looks at the talent in the bar* Where are all the pretty girls?

	From: maeglinlomion	Date: 04/07/2007 16:42:52

*sagely* They're all in Gondolin.

*nods at a brunette who has just entered the bar* Although she's not bad, I guess?

	From: finellach	Date: 04/07/2007 16:43:56

*perks up a little* Oh, where?

*--*

Shit.

	From: maeglinlomion	Date: 04/07/2007 16:44:36

Shit, why shit? She not your type?

	From: belthronding	Date: 04/07/2007 16:46:51

*breezes up to you both*

*pleasantly* Gil-galad, I don't suppose you could explain to me why all of the security in Hithlum is on red alert, thus disturbing my evening stroll through your father's fine city? *looks at you* Ah, and you must be Lómion.

	From: maeglinlomion	Date: 04/07/2007 16:54:24

*stares at you* And who the fuck are you? Please don't say the police.

	From: finellach	Date: 04/07/2007 16:55:31

Her name's Cúthalion, Maeglin. She's not the police but I'm guessing she's here to bring us back?

	From: belthronding	Date: 04/07/2007 16:57:43

*brightly* Right you are! Drink up, boys. Your excursion is officially over.

	From: finellach	Date: 04/07/2007 17:04:11

*gets to his feet*

Same time tomorrow, Maeglin?

	From: maeglinlomion	Date: 04/07/2007 17:09:54

*cheerfully* You betcha! *takes a final gulp of a nearby drink which may or may not be his own*

*allows Beleg to escort them back towards the State Buildings*