to yours pinning my muse against a wall
The party was in full swing and everyone there seemed to be having a good evening. It was late…or early depending on how you wanted to look at it and it had turned now to that time when there were few people on the dance floor, the food had mostly been eaten and those who hadn't gone back to homes and beds were sat or stood in smaller groups mainly. Chatting and laughing and a few drinking games going on. Most had partaken pretty thoroughly throughout the night and Laurefindil was no exception.
"Hmm…I think we need another bottle," he said thoughtfully as Rog drained the one on the table into his glass, "I'll go and hunt one up."
He pressed an exuberant kiss to Ehtele's cheek, earning him a squeeze to his backside as he rose and friendly murmurs of indignation about the show from the rest of the group around their table. He waved them off, rather drunkenly and told them they were all prudes before heading off to find the wine.
He wandered over to the far side of the ball room, smiling and calling replies to the few who accosted him on his way and spotted a couple of unopened bottles on a table in the corner. He realised they'd been missed as it was a little in the shadows and felt quite pleased with himself for finding them.
"Ahh…wond- hey!"
He felt himself being pushed by the force of a warm body against his, taken off guard and in his slightly hazy state it took him a moment to react and when he did he found his back against the wall, hands groping at his side and murmurs coming from their owner.
For a moment he did nothing, having realised the 'ai Idril, here at last!' wasn't exactly meant for him and that he'd been mistaken for his cousin's daughter. Maeglin was in for a rude shock!
"Well," he started, "I know we have similar colouring and all but I don't think I resemble her so much…"
He felt the other freeze. The hands dropped from his robes and the body shifted away. Laurefindil pushed himself away from the wall and out of the shadows past the young elf, shoulders shaking with laughter.
"Nice try," he said, patting his shoulder as he went, picking up the bottles and winding his way back to his friends. He was laughing now but he knew, even being inebriated, he'd have to watch that one…