In all the confusion of Elves, Hobbits, hippos and Chicken so suddenly disrupted by the untimely collapse of the host, Cuthalion spilled his drink all over Maika's dress. She shrieked and leapt to her feet. Aghast, Cuthalion attempted to dry her cleavage off, but she swatted his hands away and left in a huff.
Knowing that he was probably toast, the Elf sat forlornly, hoping that she would come back soon, preferably without weaponry. A collective gasp came from the entrance to the Hall moments later and there she stood, dress in a skin-tight electric blue sequinned sheath. His jaw dropped and he rose to his feet. She smiled seductively at him and made her way slowly across the room toward. As he stood, stunned, she pulled him close and whispered, "You'll pay for that..later!"
He smiled knowingly, then inspiration hit him and he ran to the orchestra pit to converse with the Maestro.
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05-06-2003, 11:25 AM
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