the_last_resort | Blackmoon Celebration

[Lindir wipes his eyes once more and tries to straighten up to look more composed. It's not very convincing.]

..Well met.

[Said unenthusiastically.]

[Pointy? He looks down at himself. Then he shrugs with acceptance and a brief smile. That's probably a compliment. And they look like they're about three swigs away from sauced.]

You two look like you're having some trouble getting around. I can go get one of the museum cars. I'm allowed, I'm a guide. [He doesn't even have to steal it. It's exciting. It's like when he could borrow cars off his cousin.] Lets do that, okay?

Mae govannen- that is hello?

[Tauriel just smiles all the more warmly as she leans against Lindir forgetting for the moment, forgetting that they barely know each other.]

But that won't be fun, will it Mellon nin?

[She is used to getting into trouble with Legolas and keeps forgetting Lindir is not her long time friend.]

Yes, yes it is a greeting of my people!

[Drunk!Lindir doesn't even notice the strangeness of the familiarity. Fun wasn't usually a word the Elf associated with himself, really, but something inside him was willing to try.]

I may like that. I am unsure... but where shall we go?

As long as he doesn't throw up. You're not looking so hot there, friend. [He motions to Lindir, who seems like he's just mustering the will to understand anything.]

Give me a moment, I'll be right back. I have to make a quick stop and then I'll take you to get some food on your stomachs. It helps you sober up.

[And with that he jogs off to get a rover, vaguely wondering if he's going to have to teach an elf to use a safety belt.]

He is fine, I am sure of it! [Actually, she wasn't. I her less than sober state, she kept thinking it was Legolas who was off getting drunk with her. She missed her friend suddenly, but did not fault Lindir for not being him.]

We won't move. I promise... unless it's a little to the left.

[Tauriel watched Niko jog off, hoping he'll come back soon, since she didn't know how much longer she and lindir could wobble abut safely. While Niko was gone, she turned to wards Lindir, looking puzzled.]

You.. think he shall return soon?

[Lindir is no Legolas at holding his drink - not by a long shot, no archery puns intended. Thankfully though, he's not about to be sick anytime soon.]

He said as much, did he not?

[The steward pulls away and turns aside, looking to the left, and almost ready to take a step.]

What is it that is left of us that is so interesting? Shall we go there?

[One thing that Niko misses about tires? That fun little screeching sound they make when they stop. The rover comes hovering up near them, pulling up to the sidewalk. He gets out so that he can open up the back door.]

Ladies [said more like "lehdees"] and gentlemen your ride has arrived. I don't remember the fancy word for thing pulled by horses but maybe we are bad people for metaphors today.

I think we should... oh I don't know it looks pretty.

[Inebriated as she was, telling Lindir no was the furthest thing from her mind so she had stepped over towards him when Niko pulled up in the rover. She gestured towards the place that Lindir had spotted, with perhaps even more curiosity than he had.]

What is that place can we go, is it safe?

[Lindir looks to Niko when he pulls up, but then back over to the left when Tauriel looks there.]

I do not know...

Niko nods to the back door. Come on. It'll be fine. As soon as we drop some food off I'll help find a place- a sandwich place? How about that. There is more chance you can pick whatever you want.

[He is going to have to do the safety belt thing, isn't he? This is something he's never had to do before. Well, when they get in he'll patiently help them get them on. ]

[Tauriel clambers into the rover with as much dignity and grace as she can muster. to a normal person it might look like she barely is suffering from the effects of the alcohol, but to another silvan elf, her movements are sloppy].

What is a sandwich? Why do you eat sand? Is it a food from another world?

[Lindir follows behind... and may have just elbowed Tauriel's behind. He backs up quickly and nearly falls out of the rover.]

I don't know where the name came from. It doesn't have anything to do with sand, but a place called Sandwich, I think? It's two pieces of bread with meat and some sort of vegetables betwe- oh hoooo straight lines are not for today, are they friend? [Niko puts a hand at his back to keep him from tobbling out completely, but at least has the good sense not to remark on that elbowing. Because uh... they both might die later and he wouldn't want that.]

[She turned to look at Lindir wondering if he had just touched the butt. She knew she had a nice butt, but he did not seem like he would touch it. Him staggering around causes her to giggle.

Her attention shifts to Niko in confusion. It did not sound overly appetizing.]

It is human food then? It sounds... without taste.

[In a frantic whisper in Sindarin, Lindir mutters a sincere apology. Lindir's voice cracks a little as he speaks again, in embarrassment over what he had just accidentally done.]

I... oh... It matters not to me.

[With Niko's help he finds his way inside the vehicle, though he's still visibly flustered.]

[He notices the flusteredness. And he whispers as he helps him in.] Don't worry, if she didn't yell at you I don't think she's too mad. [And then he rights himself to go around to the driver's side to hop in.]

Don't worry. Sandwiches come with lots of other things that can make them taste good.

[Though now he has this strange mental image of elves having to sample ketchup and mustard and mayonnaise and he wonders what it is that he's gotten himself into.]

[He starts driving, and unfortunately for them he still goes a bit fast even if he can't go Liberty City fast. And those corners are sharp. Thankfully for not having wheels these things handle like dreams.]

She of course heard Niko whisper to Lindir and her giggling just grew. His reaction had been hysterical and she was just a little too tipsy to be proper.

[Niko's driving very nearly soberedher up as the second he took the first corner, she was frantically grabbing for handholds of any kind, including Lindir if necessary.]

Mandos!

[Lindir is also grabbing onto things. His palm slides against the glass window with a squeak. Fortunately, he's too busy doing that to feel any embarrassment at being grabbed occasionally by Tauriel, and muttering prayers to the Valar.]

Are you two alright back there? [He asks when he hears Lindir's palm sliding. But he does slow it down a touch, realizing.] Oh, you've never been in one of these before. Don't worry. You'll be okay. [Fortunately he does stop himself from saying, "I don't wreck unless I want to."]

Okay, before we get food I really need to drop off some money. [He is a little nervous to explain why. He thinks they already know what this place is, and he's a little embarrassed for some people to know he visits here but he's not planning on doing anything tonight and for once his intentions are completely chivalrous.]

[He pulls up outside the bright brothel and parks. He starts to unbuckle.] I'll be right back out. I'm giving the money and that's it.

[Once everything stops moving, Tuairel just sort of flops back against the seat, glad she no longer needed to scramble for some sort of handhold.]

I am... alive. [She glanced to Lindir to see if he was alright.] And you Lindir have you survived?

[And then the bright lights get her attention as she peers out at the brothel.]

What is that place?

[Lindir is still holding on tightly to the back of the front seat, and looks like his was this close to asking for his Naneth.]

...I am unharmed.

[He sounds genuinely surprised. He takes a deep breath then follows Tauriel's gaze.]

See? You two are tough. Don't worry, I went way slower than I do back home.

[And he hesitantly looks over his shoulder at the place, um. How does he answer that. What's the polite thing to say here?]

It's ah-

[hrm.]

It's not important. I'll go in, drop off the cash, and be right back out. [And he rushes off to attend to that. He doesn't want to keep them waiting.]

[If that had been him going slow, she dreaded the idea of moving at the speeds he hinted at. Worriedly, she began to poke at the harness keeping her in place, trying to figure out how to undo it. Maybe if she got out of the death vehicle before Niko got back, she might keep her sanity.]

[Meanwhile Lindir is trying to understand how the door opened, but not getting very far with his shaking hands and lack of experience with such vehicles. In his intoxicated state he didn't even realize that he would have to get out of the restraints as well.

In Sindarin:]

We must go! I fear for our lives - he is reckless!

woot!

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