Menelien tried to speak to a few people at once, failed miserably, and tried again. "Eladoriel, you are not my mother. 2 weeks and 5 days is not a sufficient age difference for you to boss me around." Menelien started, then couldn’t help herself, and cracked up laughing, Eladoriel joining her. "Hi Firondoiel, I thought you had gotten lost... somewhere." To the Elf she didn’t know- "Hi. I’m Menelien. You may have seen me earlier, I was *ahem* swinging on some chandeliers...'And to Arafangwen- "Yes, I think Trippo is coming soon. I couldn’t make sure, as I am drunk enough to have just let El drag me here. Damn hangovers!" At this point Menelien felt that her ability for speech had expired, and nobody was listening anyway, so she just sat and hoped fervently that those who she was supposed to present awards to would be there shortly, and that she would be able to think up an impromptu award speech. Ah, the troubles of life she thought, listening to somebody snoring loudly behind her.
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