Thranduil left after Thorin with the biggest smile. Now to call Chelsea and tell her the good news. He really wanted to follow Thorin and see what was going to happen. But would he be spotted? It depends on the venue. He would follow him to the venue if it was very secluded he would leave yes, good plan.
Thorin was hurt. No more than hurt he felt betrayed he put trust in Bilbo. Told him all about Thranduil and his family. And like dust in the wind the trust vanished. Poof. Gone. He was going to find Bilbo. He was going to see if Bilbo would tell him. Or lie to him. Likely he was working at the bar if not he was at his house. He drove expressionless concentrating a little too hard on the road in front of him. Bilbo's car was outside the bar. He was inside.
Walking in he started to feel sick. His stomach knotted. He didn't think he could do this. He went up to the bar and all behold there was that guy. Again. The one that started this. Thorin outwardly cringed.
Luke strode over huge grin in place. "Hey! Thorin right! I'll get your usual Bilbo told me" He winked. God Thorin detested him.
"No, no just get Bilbo."
"Okay then."
He swaggered into the back room. A few moments later and a sullen looking Bilbo appeared.
"Hello Thorin."
"Bilbo, I waited for you last night. After the place closed. Did something happen?" Bilbo paled slightly. What should he do? His head screamed at him different things but Bilbo couldn't lie he would just leave a few details out that's all.
"Oh, Luke wanted to go out so I went with him. Sorry."
"That's perfectly fine." He had to add for if he didn't he would implode. "I trust you." And that's all he needed to say because the look of utter guilt and utter sadness that grazed Bilbo's face for a second told him everything. It had happened.
Thranduil in his hiding place was mentally cheering he was over flowing with delight. He took a quick photo of Bilbo's face as Thorin walked away. Never would Bilbo forget, you never mess with a blonde's live and man. And too think it all started with a neon drink.
FLASH BACK
Bilbo couldn't remember the last time he was out. With anyone. It was exiting bodies dancing everywhere the music thumping in your chest. Haven. He was holding a neon green drink that tasted like a fruit explosion. Too long had it been since he was at a scene like this. Thorin would never be seen here. 4 neon drinks late rand Bilbo was dirty dancing with Luke. 7 neon drinks and Luke had kissed Bilbo. 10 neon drinks and Bilbo had no idea who this Thorin guy was that he apparently knew the name of. 13 neon drinks and Bilbo was getting into Luke's car
Bilbo felt like a piano had just dropped on his head. How did Thorin know? Or did he? He was so confused. He ran after Thorin.
"THORIN!" He kept running after the very fast walking man. "Wait please!"
"Why should I" He kept on striding away.
"Because I made a mistake and I . . . I'm sorry."
"Oh you're sorry everything is so much better now."
"I don't know why I did it those drinks where so strong."
"Nice, blame the alcohol."
"But Thorin –"
"Save it Bilbo." He got into his car and drove off. Leaving a watery eyed young man to stare after him.
