Thorin was not amused with the teasing winks her nephews were sending her as she tried to chat up a copper-haired woman sitting at the bar. Nor was she amused with the way her best friend, Dwalin, was making kissy faces. It was all very distracting and Thorin felt like the scowl upon her face would terrify the short and gentle woman away. "Sooo..." the woman drawled. "Do you come here often?" "Well, I am an owner of Erebor, sweetie." Thorin grinned as she leaned against the bar. "Am I supposed to be impressed?" "No, but it wouldn't hurt." Thorin chuckled. "Name's Bilba." The woman, Bilba, said. "And you are?" "Thorin Oakenshield, pleasure to meet you." "I bet it is." Bilba smirked. Thorin opened her mouth to say something but she noticed a very familiar face peek out from behind one of the pillars in the bar. "Dis," Thorin growled not noticing the way Bilba's green eyes darkened. "What are you doing here?" "Oh, just checking the rumors circulating in our group." Dis, almost the carbon copy of Thorin, replied as she threw an arm over Bilba's face. "Apparently, you are flirting and I just had to see that." Thorin groaned and let her head fall and thud against the black marble of the bar. Her annoyance was lessened by the sweet sounding giggle coming from Bilba, but the embarrassment was far from being lessened. "I was until you came here." "Well, you were doing a great job." Bilba said. "If you ask me out, I might say yes." Thorin's head snapped up so quickly most of the bar patrons thought she broke it. "What? I mean," Thorin coughed before grinning as confidently as possible. "Will you go out with me?" "Gladly." Bilba purred, eyes shining. "My big sister is all grown up." Dis mock sniffed, wiping away imaginary tears. Thorin was so happy, she ignored Dis.