A/N: In need for some inspiration, I recently offered "15 minute request drabbles" to members of livejournal. These are the results.


For aronia: Elenor and Paula

You!" The tactician called to the first person passing in the hall. "Come here!"

The elf turned around, hoping not to let her shock at the woman's rudeness show. "Yes?"

"Come here," the older woman slurred. "I need help."

Clearly Paula thought.

As she entered the woman's room, a bottle of wine was shoved into her grasp. "Open that."

"Pardon?"

"Are you deaf, girl? Open the damn bottle."

Paula glanced around and retrieved the corkscrew from the table where a half dozen other empty bottles stood at attention like soldiers.

"Hurry up!" Elenor mumbled. "I've got some thinking to do."

The elf struggled with the cork but eventually managed to pull it out. "There you are, Lady Elenor."

"Fine. Go away."

Paula walked out of the room shaking her head and hoping the woman found whatever it was she was looking for.

For elregrs: Sigurd and Dario with the line "You have really bad aim, you know"

Lady Kika's pirates were having another party. It seemed like a daily occurrence to Sigurd, but he didn't mind. Although he wasn't as much as a drinker as Hervey, and certainly not even in the same league as Dario, he'd sit back and sip a glass of wine while waiting for another fight to break out. It wasn't the actual fight he'd wait for, no, he was more interested in watching Lady Kika herself break them up.

Just about the time things were getting really rowdy and Hervey had started removing his clothing, Dario began to square off with another man. Sigurd laughed to himself. The man was twice Dario's near-troll height and considerably more sober. This would be a good one, and any time Dario made an ass of himself, well, that was just the icing on the cake.

Hervey, now sans pants and shirt, slumped down next to him. "Great party, huh?"

"Yes," Sigurd said, not taking his eyes off Dario and the other man.

"Oh man! Dario's gonna get his ass kicked! Where's Nalleo? He should see this!"

Sigurd pointed into the crowd. "He is. Dario's such a role model."

Hervey squinted through his alcohol-induced daze to see Dario's son was indeed there, watching the entire event. "Who is that guy?"

"What guy?" Sigurd asked.

"The one he's fighting. Never seen him before."

Sigurd shrugged. "I don't know."

Hervey stood up on the table, his heart covered boxers now in Sigurd's face. "Hey, hey! Not fair! You can't use weapons!"

Sigurd jumped up from his seat and saw that the other man had Dario pinned against a wall, a blade as his throat. He quickly tossed one of his knives across the room, striking the other man in the back.

Dario managed to slip away from him and the party continued. Never one to offer thanks, he walked up to Sigurd and slurred, "You really have bad aim, you know. You shoulda hit him in the head."

Sigurd just shrugged. There was only so much he could do