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Title: Metamorphosis 1: Drunken Musings
Authors: Red Light District and Ezra
Rating: PG-13
Summary: preferences are revealed and a seed is planted. (Pippin-Pov)
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Pippin wasn't sure why, but Merry had decided that today was a good day to get drunk together. As always, he acquiesced to Merry's wishes. I've spent years doing what he wanted. Why stop now? Besides, if he's drunk I might be able to sneak in a few cuddles...
A drunken Merry was usually amusing, but drunken Merry also had the bad habit of turning every conversation into a dissertation on various females and their charms.
"Now Delia Goold! There's a fine looking lass and affectionate, too." he smirked.
"Really," replied Pippin trying to sound interested.
Merry nodded emphatically. "What about Diamond?" he asked. At Pippin's blank look he
added, "you know the one from Long Cleeve that you've been spending so much time with."
Pippin blushed, "She's just a friend. I'd never dream of doing anything with her!" only with you.
But Merry was going on about the umpteenth girl of this evening and didn't press the matter. Finally, after several more mugs, he quieted. Pippin breathed a sigh of relief since the discussion about feminine attributes was over. However, Merry's next question almost gave him heart failure.
"What's your type, Pip?"
Pippin choked on his drink and coughed for a few minutes before gasping "What?"
Merry looked at him strangely before saying, "I mean what's your favorite? What do you look for in a lass?"
"Emm..." he hesitated. "I don't have a type." unless I count you...
"Ahh... well that's good I suppose," said Merry doubtfully. "But I'll admit I have a weakness for green eyes. And if she has a good figure... slender yet fulsome is what they call it... I'm done for then."
Pippin watched as Merry launched into a lengthy description of his dream girl and concentrated on becoming as drunk as possible. Merry was still having his one-sided conversation when Pippin slumped over on the table.
I wish I was a lass.
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TBC in Chapter Two: A Proposition
Hopefully, the chapters will get longer as the story progresses. We'd like to apologize right now if there's any irregularity in tenses and/or he/you/I usage.
Ezra: It's probably my fault, but once we get used to co-writing the grammar and style problems should smooth out.
Title: Metamorphosis 1: Drunken Musings
Authors: Red Light District and Ezra
Rating: PG-13
Summary: preferences are revealed and a seed is planted. (Pippin-Pov)
---
Pippin wasn't sure why, but Merry had decided that today was a good day to get drunk together. As always, he acquiesced to Merry's wishes. I've spent years doing what he wanted. Why stop now? Besides, if he's drunk I might be able to sneak in a few cuddles...
A drunken Merry was usually amusing, but drunken Merry also had the bad habit of turning every conversation into a dissertation on various females and their charms.
"Now Delia Goold! There's a fine looking lass and affectionate, too." he smirked.
"Really," replied Pippin trying to sound interested.
Merry nodded emphatically. "What about Diamond?" he asked. At Pippin's blank look he
added, "you know the one from Long Cleeve that you've been spending so much time with."
Pippin blushed, "She's just a friend. I'd never dream of doing anything with her!" only with you.
But Merry was going on about the umpteenth girl of this evening and didn't press the matter. Finally, after several more mugs, he quieted. Pippin breathed a sigh of relief since the discussion about feminine attributes was over. However, Merry's next question almost gave him heart failure.
"What's your type, Pip?"
Pippin choked on his drink and coughed for a few minutes before gasping "What?"
Merry looked at him strangely before saying, "I mean what's your favorite? What do you look for in a lass?"
"Emm..." he hesitated. "I don't have a type." unless I count you...
"Ahh... well that's good I suppose," said Merry doubtfully. "But I'll admit I have a weakness for green eyes. And if she has a good figure... slender yet fulsome is what they call it... I'm done for then."
Pippin watched as Merry launched into a lengthy description of his dream girl and concentrated on becoming as drunk as possible. Merry was still having his one-sided conversation when Pippin slumped over on the table.
I wish I was a lass.
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TBC in Chapter Two: A Proposition
Hopefully, the chapters will get longer as the story progresses. We'd like to apologize right now if there's any irregularity in tenses and/or he/you/I usage.
Ezra: It's probably my fault, but once we get used to co-writing the grammar and style problems should smooth out.