[Sillabub]

In the broom closet, located in the front hall of Minas Anor: Frodo was asleep among a pile of mops and buckets when suddenly something large and heavy was shut in the closet with him. A 14 year old boy with black hair and scotch-taped glasses was lying in a place near the door, yelling things that suonded like gibberish. Frodo shuddered. Surely this boy wasn't insane? He hated insane people. Oh, and he also hated flies. And Gollum. And getting muddy. And being locked in a closet with who knows how many of those creepy dustbunnies! And...Frodo continued his list of things he hated, which goes ON AND ON AND ON AND- well, yes. I'll just skip that part. It takes WAAAAY too long to type it all. So, as I was saying, Frodo and the stranger (who just so HAPPENS TO BE Harry Potter, Antien's escort)were bound and gagged, locked in a broom closet in the front hall of Minas Anor while all the downies were having FUN at the ceremony. Well, almost all of them...

Whatever place the party is being held at the moment: Sillabub and Antien waited in the front hall for Lysi and, if he actually turned up, Fraul. They were very bored. They were also very annoyed that Lysi and Fraul weren't there. And to top it all off, Sillabub had a craving for MORE black forest cake.
"Wanna go get some more cherry wine?" Antien asked.
"I've never had cherry wine before, but it sounds good enough. Sure!" Sillabub said."But how will we get it?"
"I have my ways..." Antien chuckled mysteriously(don't ask how that's possible).
"If you say so" Sillabub muttered. They walked over to the bar.
"So what's the plan?" Sillabub asked once they had sat down at the bar.
"You distract the bartender by ordering a drink or something, and argue with him as long as possible. I'll slip in and grab a bottle" Antien whispered.
"I guess so" Sillabub said, dismayed. "You! Bartender! Yeah you! I don't see any other bartenders around here, do you?!"
"Coming! What do you want?!" The Bartender yelled.
"THE ONE RI- umm...I mean...I dunno, what do you serve?" Sillabub asked.
"Well" The bartender began, looking at her suspiciously "We have red wine, white wine, malt beer, Liquor, cocktails, cabernet, champagne, cherry wine, spritzers, bloody marys, Ice wine, normal beer, mulled cider, you know, all the normal bar stuff."
"What's the grade of the grapes used to make the Ice wine?" Sillabub inquired anxiously.
"I don't know! I don't grow the grapes!" The bartender exclaimed nervously.
"Alright then! Have a good day!" Sillabub said brightly, hopping down from the bar stool. "That was fun!" she told Antien.
"Whatever. Now, a toast! To..." Antien proclaimed.
"ALW?"Sillabub suggested hopefully.
"No. To The Fellowship of the Flyswatters!" Antien said regally, popping the cork from the bottle of wine. "Go on, try some!"
Sillabub eyed her glass cautiosly. She took a small sip, made a face, and swallowed hard. "This tastes horrible!"
"Who cares?" Antien asked lazily, sipping her wine.
Sillabub was about to return to her hotwiring when she saw Lysi. Her and Antien waved.

[ May 04, 2003: Message edited by: Sillabub ]