It was a bit more than 8 hours after the party had started, and Menelien woke with a start to find that she had fallen asleep applying her make-up in the wee hours of the morning. After pinching herself to check whether she was awake or not, and groaning with displeasure upon finding that she was (to make herself feel better), she got heavily out of bed, stubbed her toe immediately, applied the rest of her make-up, and headed for the car.
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15 minutes or so later, the (mostly drunk) party-ers were startled by a loud honk and the sound of a soft feminine elvish voice cussing with vehemence. Those still able to stand and walk witnessed a very annoyed Menelien stumbling out of the wreckage of her (once) nice BMW, having been in something of a hurry and crashed it into a wall of the building. Her cheeks burning furiously, Menelien hoped she wasn't the only extremely clumsy elf present as she hurried off to try and find her friends, leaving the problem of the car in the way to the Moderators, and hoping there weren't too many Uruks chasing her...yet.
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