Milo was having a bit of a dilemma; what to do with a passed-out Elf.
SPEED BUMP AHEAD was flashing a sign up ahead. Milo hit the speed bump as hard and fast as was possible without throwing safety out the window. Legolas slammed his head on the roof of the car.
"By Elbereth!" he hollered, groping painfully at a knot that had developed on his head, which was under his hat, now that I remember correctly. He clasped a hand to his forehead. "My head," he groaned.
"That's what you get for drinking coffee," Milo said carelessly. "Do you want lunch?"
"Ouch."
"I guess not."
"Wait, yes, I do want lunch."
"Oh, alright then." Milo made a turn in between two towering buildings, which marked official entrance into the labyrinth of concrete that was St. Louis.
Across from a sunken square filled with contemporary and classical statues (I know it has a name, I just can't remember it. Damn.) was a Starbucks© (I like Starbrandybucks better, frankly.)(see "What's going on" by Pointy-Eared Bowtwanger). Milo parked the car, and before getting out said, "You should fit in just fine here. I won't force you to keep quiet." Milo, upon getting out, was happy to see that Legolas had figured out how to work the car door himself.
Legolas was overwhelmed by the smell of coffee.
Milo was as well, and he suddenly saw his mistake. "Oh no," he groaned slowly. "Not the coffee. Not the coffee!"
SPEED BUMP AHEAD was flashing a sign up ahead. Milo hit the speed bump as hard and fast as was possible without throwing safety out the window. Legolas slammed his head on the roof of the car.
"By Elbereth!" he hollered, groping painfully at a knot that had developed on his head, which was under his hat, now that I remember correctly. He clasped a hand to his forehead. "My head," he groaned.
"That's what you get for drinking coffee," Milo said carelessly. "Do you want lunch?"
"Ouch."
"I guess not."
"Wait, yes, I do want lunch."
"Oh, alright then." Milo made a turn in between two towering buildings, which marked official entrance into the labyrinth of concrete that was St. Louis.
Across from a sunken square filled with contemporary and classical statues (I know it has a name, I just can't remember it. Damn.) was a Starbucks© (I like Starbrandybucks better, frankly.)(see "What's going on" by Pointy-Eared Bowtwanger). Milo parked the car, and before getting out said, "You should fit in just fine here. I won't force you to keep quiet." Milo, upon getting out, was happy to see that Legolas had figured out how to work the car door himself.
Legolas was overwhelmed by the smell of coffee.
Milo was as well, and he suddenly saw his mistake. "Oh no," he groaned slowly. "Not the coffee. Not the coffee!"