*can see she's got some serious angst on her hands here*
*sternly* All right then. *points down the bar* I'm gonna give you and your friend a bit of room and eat some peanuts. All the peanuts, most likely. So if you decide you want some you're just gonna have to be sociable. *gets up and walks very delicately down to a seat at the end of the bar* *bangs her leg on a barstool* ow.
*after a minute, looks down and eyes you quizzically*
*gets up and walks down to your end, and takes one of the bowls of peanuts you've appropriated* The grand exits usually work better without the bumping into furniture. Just a tip. ;)
Yeah? Which folks? 'Cause I know some good ones, and some not-so-good-ones. *washes down the peanuts with another sip* the not-so-good ones, I wouldn't recommend.
*washes down peanuts with beer at a slightly alarming rate*
*plunks down her glass, evidently sated, and brushes off her hands* Well, let's see. Maybe one middling sort and another not-so-good? Caranthir's the middling sort. Me 'n' him were like that, you know, ages ago? He's not a bad little bitch so long as he's not being all irritable. But between you 'n' me, if the others are much like Celegorm, I think I'll leave 'em.
*tries not to let her eyes glaze over* Yeah. And I've heard a bit about your dad. *tentatively* Tough break on that one.
Hey, thanks. *takes a more reasonable sip of her new beer* So. Um. Am I to take it that the family connection is somehow related to you going for the world record here? *gestures to the poor unsuspecting peanuts*
Me? *shrugs* Yeah...'s okay. Can't complain really. The woods are sorta more my thing, you know? *almost nostalgic* Brethil was the place to be. But my brother'd hate it, so we stay for now. He's a good kid, but he drives a girl a bit batshit now and then.
*pats your arm companionably* Nothing like what you've got to put up with, prolly. Worst case scenario, you can always change your name and join the circus, huh?
*sighs* Bet they do, yeah. Place has gone all suburban on our asses lately. It's still pretty, though. *thinking* I wouldn't mind you taking a look at mine, if you're reasonable. Damn thing hasn't run right since I let this guy take it all the way to Vinyamar and back.
Jewelry's a limited market.
Oh, I dunno about that. There're still plenty of rich bastards around to jack up prices on. *holds up her bare hands* *smiles* Though obviously I'm not one of 'em.
They told me I needed big red shoes first.
*very seriously* You'd need to fix that nose, too. Better redo the whole look, really.
hasn't run right since I let this guy take it all the way to Vinyamar and back
*crunches on a few more peanuts, frowning* How's it sound? Automatic or standard-H?
You'd need to fix that nose, too
*gives you a serious look* Guess I'm hopeless.
Though obviously I'm not one of 'em
Yeah, I'm pretty much done with commissions anyway. ;) *folds his arms and rests them on the bar* What are you doing with my uncles, anyway? You don't seem like their type.
Standard. *considers* When I start 'im up he goes ARRRRRRrrrrmmmmaaARRRRRRrrrmmm and when I get up to high speeds it's more like a THACKATHACKATHACKA and when I shut 'im down he says ffflllluurfffum ping! He shut down altogether about a week ago. I had to hitchhike to Himlad, ai.
What are you doing with my uncles, anyway?
*brightly* Well, Caranthir bailed me and my homies out of a tight spot back in the day, and since then it's been all poker and corn chips. I'm telling ya—he's a whole different guy when he's holding a small straight.
Guess I'm hopeless.
Nah. I think you've got a little ways to go yet. *winks*
*fishes into his jacket pockets before finding a card with slightly bent corners* Yeah, here's the name of a good tow company. You gotta get that guy to the ER, ASAP.
he's a whole different guy when he's holding a small straight.
*mild hmph* *never would have pegged the C's for anything altruistic* *or being likeable when they're in tight spots* If you say so, kid.
a little ways to go yet
Do I? There's a hopeful notion. ;) *takes it up by starting in on his 4th pint*
*accepts the card from you* Shit. Ah, well, thanks anyway. How much I owe you for the armchair diagnosis, doc?
*firmly* I do say so. I don't go 'round making excuses for the snot, either. He c'n be a right bastard some of the time. *giggles* But at least it keeps stuff interesting? I've got to keep company with interesting mates 'cause Eru knows I'm 'bout as boring as they come.
*clinks glasses with you* *has put away several of her own by this point* Oh, yeah. Lose that job and get a little meaner. Then you're well on the way to hopeless.
You know, I'll have to think about that. ;) *takes it back from you and scribbles the number for his body shop* But I hear this place has very reasonable staff.
*notices you feeling/enjoying the effects of alcohol* *is well managing his own progress* Boring? You don't seem like boring.
Lose that job and get a little meaner.
*shakes his head, decidedly* Nope. 'Cause then I'd be my father and there's no way I'm gonna be like him.
Oh, do they now? *gives a little nod as she reads the number* I'll drag the ol' boy in there one of these days, then. Maybe literally.
*waves a hand dismissively* Boring's maybe not the right word. Simple, maybe. Just an eternal optimist of a mortal chick who likes meat and potatoes and ballgames. *laughs* So pretty un-Fëanorian, yeah.
*has to agree* *wonders why someone as bright and bouncy as you hasn't been eaten alive by people like that already*
*turns toward you, leaning his arms on the bar* You're not gonna be a double agent are you? *genuinely* Why's someone like you want to be in harm's way?
*gulps the rest of her pint and grins sideways at you* *cheekily* Dunno. Tabloids give out decent pay these days?
Why's someone like you want to be in harm's way?
*turns to face you halfway* *sounding not at all affronted* Hey, I can take care of me. Besides, I guess I kinda like to find the good in people. Haldar—that's my brother—he's always scared I'll fall in with the wrong men sort. I just tell him you never know when somebody might surprise you. Deep down everybody wants to be liked.
*gently* So screw 'em then. Write 'em off. There's a point when even I'd make people come to me if they were lookin' to make amends or, fuck, even for the time o' day.
it's what they do in the process that you hafta watch out for
*nonchalantly* Eh. I like the challenge. Sometimes you get burned. Just comes with the territory. *cheerfully* You fret a bit and then you let it go. Much better for your health that way.
*looks at you as though wondering if there's a catch here* *NO one can be this cheerful* If I knew you better I might think you liked a challenge or something. ;) *wouldn't classify his Nargothrond life as a "fret", really*
*leans her chin on her hand and smiles back at you* Maybe you just haven't had much of the right kinda luck. And it seems I suck at recognizing the bad kind. *bites her lip* But that's something, anyway, eh?
*would quickly disabuse you of any unnecessarily gentlemanly notions if you weren't so cute she wasn't quite so happy about...well, everything, really*
Right then. Let's go. *takes your arm to lead the way to her place*
*punches your arm* You kidding? Look how tiny I am. I'm harmless! *grins* 'less you're angling for a fight. *looking slightly confused* Are you angling for a fight?
*is secretly a bit relieved you don't seem afraid of put off by her like so many other guys*
*runs a hand through her hair* Oh, good. *tiny smile*
*opens the door and prays her brother isn't home* *gestures for you to enter* Pull up a chair then. Um. If there's clothes and shit on it just toss 'em anywhere.
*tosses her jacket onto another chair and goes to make coffee*
*easily* Oh, awhile, yeah. I'm not sure I remember how long exactly. *glances over at you* I guess that's sorta weird? I dunno. One day we were just...here.
*nods after a moment* Yeah, I guess so. I like that.
*brings the coffee over and hands you a cup* It's just instant. *smiles apologetically* Sorry. You can sit down if you want. *doesn't actually move to sit down herself*
*starts to think about that* Yeah, I guess I did that too, back then. It was better in Gondolin. And 'region. *brow furrows a little* There were people there I liked. It's weird you know, I hardly had that? Didn't know who'd be here when I got here.
*pauses* *has kind of lost where he was going with this* Sorry, I'm... not making sense really.
*doesn't touch much of her own coffee* *thinks it was probably her turn to go grocery shopping...oops*
No, no, you...I get it. Here is just another place in the series, maybe? And it's still like before, where you lose touch with some folks and keep up with others. Only now it's not always up to us? I think that can make it easier, actually. *leans her head on your shoulder*
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