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Sophia the Thunder Mistress · 05-03-2003, 06:21 PM

Sophia lay back, and sighed, letting her arms drop from around Fin's neck. The wine had been sweet, and her date was sweeter, and Sophia was very drunk. Fin smiled drowsily, still playing with her hair, and Sophia wondered what had made her let go of him after all. She lifted her arms back up (a tremendous effort) and pulled his face down, kissing him again, longer this time.

When she let go, Fin straightened up. "How about a nap, then?" he asked, still slurring. Sophia nodded absently, but then a stray thought drifted into her head. I am now positioned just like the unfortunate HerenIstarion was yesterday... I am going to need a very talented chiropractor after this.

She looked up at Fin and hiccuped. "Fin, love... I can't sleep here. I'll be permanently pretzel shaped." He laughed softly.

"I'll see what else I can find then." He replied, scooping her up and carrying her into the multiple coat rooms. A quick glance about revealed very few abandoned couches. One in a drafty corner near the door seemed conveniently vacant and Fin set her down on it gently. As he went to sit down beside her he stubbed his toe hard on the bottom of the couch.

Sophia's eyes shot open. Apparently she was drunker than she thought, for she was suddenly tossed high in the air, amid the sounds of Fin cursing in a loud voice. But, no, upon landing she realized that it was merely that Fin's kick had caused the sofa to unfold into a camp bed with a lumpy mattress. Sophia bounced once or twice, and then curled up snugly on the bed, falling nearly immediately asleep.

Fin looked at her for a minute, and laughed, before crawling up beside her and going to sleep himself. Someone, he thought, has to keep her warm with all these drafts. He put his arms around her, and I think that someone is me.

[ May 04, 2003: Message edited by: Sophia the Thunder Mistress ]

05-03-2003, 06:21 PM	#715
Sophia the Thunder Mistress Scent of Simbelmynë Join Date: Apr 2002 Location: Aboard Highwind, bound for Traverse Town Posts: 1,780	Sophia lay back, and sighed, letting her arms drop from around Fin's neck. The wine had been sweet, and her date was sweeter, and Sophia was very drunk. Fin smiled drowsily, still playing with her hair, and Sophia wondered what had made her let go of him after all. She lifted her arms back up (a tremendous effort) and pulled his face down, kissing him again, longer this time. When she let go, Fin straightened up. "How about a nap, then?" he asked, still slurring. Sophia nodded absently, but then a stray thought drifted into her head. I am now positioned just like the unfortunate HerenIstarion was yesterday... I am going to need a very talented chiropractor after this. She looked up at Fin and hiccuped. "Fin, love... I can't sleep here. I'll be permanently pretzel shaped." He laughed softly. "I'll see what else I can find then." He replied, scooping her up and carrying her into the multiple coat rooms. A quick glance about revealed very few abandoned couches. One in a drafty corner near the door seemed conveniently vacant and Fin set her down on it gently. As he went to sit down beside her he stubbed his toe hard on the bottom of the couch. Sophia's eyes shot open. Apparently she was drunker than she thought, for she was suddenly tossed high in the air, amid the sounds of Fin cursing in a loud voice. But, no, upon landing she realized that it was merely that Fin's kick had caused the sofa to unfold into a camp bed with a lumpy mattress. Sophia bounced once or twice, and then curled up snugly on the bed, falling nearly immediately asleep. Fin looked at her for a minute, and laughed, before crawling up beside her and going to sleep himself. Someone, he thought, has to keep her warm with all these drafts. He put his arms around her, and I think that someone is me. [ May 04, 2003: Message edited by: Sophia the Thunder Mistress ] __________________ The seasons fall like silver swords, the years rush ever onward; and soon I sail, to leave this world, these lands where I have wander'd. O Elbereth! O Queen who dwells beyond the Western Seas, spare me yet a little time 'ere white ships come for me!