As Fin got progressively drunker, Sophia continued to sip at her glass of Mudwater. Apparently the stuff was not an aquired taste, for three quarters of the way to the bottom of the glass she was still as disgusted as after the first sip. Her tongue burning, Sophia noticed the room beginning to slide out of focus. Wah! The bartender was right! This is some potent stuff!
She watched Fin and Chicken spar over Thoriel for a minute or two before slurring gently. "Hey, sir... hello." Fin looked up surprised. "I'm over here!" she said, feeling somewhat silly. Fin raised his eyebrows as though she'd just told him something he hadn't expected to hear.
"You are." he observed brilliantly. "Right over there!" and pointed at her. "Want to come over here?" he asked absently.
After a long moment of consideration Sophia nodded. The chair on Fin's left was empty, and she wandered over to it, taking rather longer than necessary. She sat down, and rested her head on his shoulder. She looked around the room again. "What's that Chicken trying to do to Thoriel?" she asked Fin, in a tone of great concern.
"Oh, you know... this and that." he replied. She was greatly relieved to hear this and snuggled closer to his shoulder.
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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!
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