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[lord_feanor]

*evacuates the house along with several other squeeing-female fearing male relatives*

*relocates at the pub*

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[celebrimbor_]

::shows up with an address slip in his hands::

::finds a quiet corner and settles down with a pint of beer, studying various paeople as they come in::

[lord_feanor]

Hello you. Checked in yet?

[celebrimbor_]

nuh. Just stumbled in. I'm checking out the ambience right now. ;]

[lord_feanor]

Well then. What're you drinking?

[celebrimbor_]

Beer. I was going to orer some absinthe, though.

[lord_feanor]

Absinthe? Overrated I say. The novelty wears off about hte same time the hangover kicks in.

[celebrimbor_]

::smirks:;

I'm open to trying new drinks. Why don't you order something for me?

::cups his hands around his mouth and calls out::

DRINKS ON DAER-ADA, HERE! >:D

[lord_feanor]

*raises an eyebrow*

How very presumptuous. Still. I'll let you get away with it... THIS time. >:)

[tar_calion]

*sniggers from his side of the table*

Reminds me of me at that age...Wait, how old is he?

[lord_feanor]

Oh who the hell knows in this place. Between rehousings and being immortal? Eh. Probably a good few centuries at least, give or take.

[celebrimbor_]

I'm pushing my luck here, I know, but I also know you won't kill me for it, THIS time. >:D

[lord_feanor]

*shakes his head at such an obvious family trait*

[celebrimbor_]

::is a proud Feanorean at heart after all no matter what his father says or does::

[lord_feanor]

Still. Once you've got yourself sorted out, you're buying the rounds.

[celebrimbor_]

Done deal, Sir. Done deal.

[lord_feanor]

So... how much of the family have you seen then?