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A/N: Hello again ^^;; Yes, um, spending some time with Jake and all. *ehem* Anyhooters.I've nothing to do better than Time ^^;; Yes yes, ta-ta! *waves and exits*
Time: If at first you don't succeed, trial, try again.
Her dress was tailored, her hair was done, she had learned with many bruises and scrapes to walk in heels, and now she was drunk. Holly hiccuped and swayed slightly in her chair, holding her moonshine bottle in one, wavering hand. Giggling, she downed more of the alcohol and staired at the tailor. E was fiddling with his spindle and dropped it, stuttering an apology. "M'lady, I think you've had quite enough." "Nonsense! I'm a fuckin' sailor and can drink like one twice over!" she slurred back, squinting her eyes. She mumbled something about his twin being cuter than he was and nearly fell over. The tailor was, by now, pacing back and forth, sweat beads falling from his forehead. The soon-to-be-queen of Gondor was laying in her betrothal dress, drunk, and unconcious. How would he explain it to the Steward's son? "Please, m'lady, you have to wake up!" he squeaked. Afraid to touch her, he blew on her face, but then, hesitantly, shook her shoulder. Holly moaned and blared up at him. His afraid face blinked once and sighed with relief. "I'm awake. Where's the cavalry?" she said, sitting up with some effort. The tailor helped her to her feet and brushed some spots of liquor off her sleeve. "Waiting for you in the dining hall. You'd best hurry, m'lady," he said, helping Holly struggle to her feet. "I won't be able to get there by myself. Help me, pwease?" she said, giving him her best puppy eyes. He fidgeted and nodded uncertainly. "Alright, fine, but only to the doors." The tailor grabbed her arm and put it around his shoulder, being a pillar for Holly. They walked down the hallways, panting from the strain, and hardly uttering a word. The exercise quickly burned some of Holly's drunkenness away and they reached the doors to the dining hall with her walking on her own. "Wait!" she whispered, grabbing his shirt collar before he left. "Yes, m'lady?" he shook. "What's your name?" "Grenwich, ma'am." "Thanks, Grenwich," Holly smiled, patted his shoulder, and walked into the great unknown with her new friend watching fearfully after. She hiccuped once more and he flinched, shook his head, and ran away, fearful of punishment.
A/N: Hi.*waves again*
A/N: Hello again ^^;; Yes, um, spending some time with Jake and all. *ehem* Anyhooters.I've nothing to do better than Time ^^;; Yes yes, ta-ta! *waves and exits*
Time: If at first you don't succeed, trial, try again.
Her dress was tailored, her hair was done, she had learned with many bruises and scrapes to walk in heels, and now she was drunk. Holly hiccuped and swayed slightly in her chair, holding her moonshine bottle in one, wavering hand. Giggling, she downed more of the alcohol and staired at the tailor. E was fiddling with his spindle and dropped it, stuttering an apology. "M'lady, I think you've had quite enough." "Nonsense! I'm a fuckin' sailor and can drink like one twice over!" she slurred back, squinting her eyes. She mumbled something about his twin being cuter than he was and nearly fell over. The tailor was, by now, pacing back and forth, sweat beads falling from his forehead. The soon-to-be-queen of Gondor was laying in her betrothal dress, drunk, and unconcious. How would he explain it to the Steward's son? "Please, m'lady, you have to wake up!" he squeaked. Afraid to touch her, he blew on her face, but then, hesitantly, shook her shoulder. Holly moaned and blared up at him. His afraid face blinked once and sighed with relief. "I'm awake. Where's the cavalry?" she said, sitting up with some effort. The tailor helped her to her feet and brushed some spots of liquor off her sleeve. "Waiting for you in the dining hall. You'd best hurry, m'lady," he said, helping Holly struggle to her feet. "I won't be able to get there by myself. Help me, pwease?" she said, giving him her best puppy eyes. He fidgeted and nodded uncertainly. "Alright, fine, but only to the doors." The tailor grabbed her arm and put it around his shoulder, being a pillar for Holly. They walked down the hallways, panting from the strain, and hardly uttering a word. The exercise quickly burned some of Holly's drunkenness away and they reached the doors to the dining hall with her walking on her own. "Wait!" she whispered, grabbing his shirt collar before he left. "Yes, m'lady?" he shook. "What's your name?" "Grenwich, ma'am." "Thanks, Grenwich," Holly smiled, patted his shoulder, and walked into the great unknown with her new friend watching fearfully after. She hiccuped once more and he flinched, shook his head, and ran away, fearful of punishment.
A/N: Hi.*waves again*