“Menelien! How nice of you to finally join us! I'm sorry to say that your "escort" seems to have been drugged by a certain hippo, but you may join us in introducing ourselves to that elf over there if you would like.” “Errm.” Said Menelien, looking over at Gimli, whose face looked suspiciously as if somebody had colored on it, who was snoring away peacefully with his head on the table. Trippo the Hippo was next to him, giggling insanely, leading Menelien to the idea that perhaps he had overdone it on the beer. “I’ll be just fine, thanks.” she went on, not looking at the good looking elf, not trusting herself to stand without tripping immediately. “I’ll just sit here with a drink, say hi to some friends…” Menelien realized that she was sitting alone by this time, as the girls had all left to swoon over the elf (no offense meant, I’m just kidding you guys), and Gimli having slipped to a new position under the table. Menelien looked around the room, trying to find somebody she knew. She waved a hi to Sophia and giggled at the sight of some tipsy dwarves singing Ricky Martin, revolting though it may seem. Suddenly, her eye caught something else. Someone she knew only slightly, Finrondioel, behaving rather queerly. Her eyes seemed to bulge out slightly as she stared at somethings, then somebody pulled her down. Hmm… party pranks are always fun to watch. thought Menelien, managing to walk over to the spot without knocking anything down, for once. What the hell? thought Menelien. She heard a scream and decided that it wasn't a prank and that it was time to do something... but just here her usual clumsiness saught up with her and she fell forward with a crash.
[ May 01, 2003: Message edited by: GaladrieloftheOlden ]
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