*pulls out her phone and calls Curufin* *...* *belatedly tries to think of some excuse other than "I accidentally scrolled one entry too far in my phone book" because she's already used that one*
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*raises an eyebrow* Is it all the rage? Should I feel as though I'm missing out?
*shrugs one shoulder* Well, let's just put it this way. Never in my lives would I have been able to convince you to have two drinks with me without a fight. You don't have any fight today, Fin. What happened?
*tight-lipped* Yeah. It is. I'm not sure what you're missing but it seems damned overrated to me.
*looks straight at you* *simply* The love of my lives dumped me for, apparently, someone approximately one-third as pretty as me. And if you laugh at my pain you'll be wearing that drink.
*downs her vodka and gestures to the bartender for the second*
*takes another distracted sip* How would you know?
*decisively* But you're right. It doesn't. Sometimes it feels like I've spent my entire lives heartbroken, but I still can't get my head around the idea. *smiles almost amusedly* It's just not me.
*a bit smugly* I just know. I know you, Fin, and don't forget it.
*laughs quietly* It's not you and we are going to have to take steps to remedy it. In truth, I prefer it when you're throwing things at my head instead of sitting there, looking all tragic. *places a hand on your cheek briefly* Can I get you all riled up?
*suppresses an errant giggle* Now that you mention it? I think it is. You're so fucking...pretty innocent-looking. Is that how you swindle everyone? Get them to let their guard down with those big eyes?
*slips off her light jacket and drapes it over the stool next to her* Uh-huh. Sure. *considers complaining to management about the temperature in here* *it can't be the five vodkas*
*laughs* Damn, my secret's out. Don't tell anyone or else I'll have to earn an honest living and I'm far too lazy to do that.
*reaches out and brushes a few strands of hair off your shoulder* What? Getting a bit hot under the collar? *carries on drinking, pretty much matching the pace you're setting*
*laughs too* Oh dear. I think you're completely drunk. *stands up and concentrates hard on not swaying* *offers you his arm with pronounced grandiosity* Shall we?
*laughs and slips an arm around your waist* We could dance? *sways a little with you* *drops a kiss on your neck* Or we could -- ? I don't know -- ? Dance?
*kind of gently* I can do that. *drops a kiss on the top of your head and secures your arm around his waist* I hope you've got food in your fridge. I've come a long way to enjoy your hostip-- hospital-- kindness.
*really quite a lot tipsier than [she thinks] she's letting on* I've got mayonnaise. And wine and ketchup. And bread. And mayonnaise.
*stumble-walks outside* *looks around in dismay* Um. This is far. The baddest part--the worst part o' town's on th'other side of here. And then I'm on the'other side of that. And then up from that is...something.
No, duh. Grandfather Finarfin. Gramps. We should take a cab. Huh? Yes! *cheerfully* Let's say hi!
*tightens her grip around your waist, sticking two of her fingers through one of your belt loops* *long-suffering sigh* Haven't we walked a long way already?
*carries on nuzzling your ear and throat and shoulder and guides you towards UncleGrandfather Finarfin's place and knocks loudly on the door* *stifles his laughter against your shoulder*
*a little desperately* Why don't you two kids come inside for a few minutes? You can just hang out untilyousoberup or something. I can go buy some coffee?
*grabs you by the front of the shirt with a surprisingly strong grip for a drunk man* But that's a few minutes you're taking off our wedding night, Uncle Finarfin, and that'd be bad. Really, very bad.
Fine. You're married. Sign this. *hands you the license* You'll have to drop this off at the courthouse. Feel free to forget at any time or to stop down at the same office to go about getting an annulment.
*takes the license from Finarfin and signs it* We'll just *kiss* stick this in their *kisskiss* letterbox...um...thingie on our way home. Won't we, honey?
*runs his hand down your back to cup your butt* *holds you against his body and kisses you leisurely*
*sweeps you up into his arms when the elevator stops at the penthouse* Gotta carry you over the threshold. Make it official-like. *opens the door of the room and carries you into a very luxurious suite of rooms*
*threads her fingers through your hair and nibbles your neck and jawline*
*is set down* *presses a hand flat against your chest and stands on tiptoe to draw your earlobe between her teeth* *whispers* Let's save the champagne 'til later.
*feels her pulse quicken at the thought of those fingers stroking her to senseless bliss* *eventually disentangles herself from you and saunters into the bedroom*
*reaches behind her to unzip her dress as she goes* *lets it drop around her feet*
*stretches out on the bed in her bra and panties, positioning her body enticingly* Shall I refresh your memory?
*stands at the foot of the bed and bites his lip, looking uncharacteristically shy* *kicks off his shoes and pushes down his trousers before kneeling on the edge of the bed*
*tilts his head to the side and looks at you with something like wonder* If you'd be so kind--?
*continues working you up maddeningly for another minute or so before pulling away*
*wriggles out of her panties and stretches out fully on top of you, pressing her hips tight against yours* *giggles harder* It's no use. I'm just so tired. *sighs entirely unconvincingly*