Fin finished his third glass of whatever Sophia had found at the bar. It was attrocious but Fin could not stop, his pride would not let him.
As the fourth was poured, he asked Sophia, "would you like another as well."
"No its ok, I haven't got the stamina you have."
"Well thats true," he thought. I am the lord of Mirkwood most known for his parties.
He downed then next glass, slouching further in his chair.
H ewatched Chicken fail to win Thoriel time and time again and decided to act before he burst into laughter.
"Chicken, my goose...I mean good friend. Take aglass and drink with me, to the health of these fin...(oh wait thats me) fine ladies."
He raised his glass and drained it down.
[ May 03, 2003: Message edited by: the real findorfin ]
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