She had managed to down a few more drinks. She looked out on the dance floor, which was now spinning.
She tried to get up, maybe to dance, she didn't know, but she fell onto the floor.
Pulling herself back to her chair she hoped nobody had noticed. That was NOT dignified for an elf, she hoped she didn't remember that in the morning.
[ May 03, 2003: Message edited by: Laiquendi ]
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My name is Lalaith, i am an Elven exile, living with the Dunedain of the North. I can disapeare for days at a time so be warned. I appeare when and if i chose.
I amar prestar aen, Han mathon ne nen, Han mathon ne chae, A han noston ned wilith.
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