On der road again...almost.

[othosb]

We spent a night at a motel and what a night it WAS!!!1! but we have to leave again. I don't mind staying another night--I had a good time once Angst and me dumped Frodo and Sam. Nobody asks Otho's opinion about staying. Grrrrr

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*sputters angrily*

[mayorsamgamgee]

othosb, you can't bring that slut girl with us! We're going to see the KING! Queen Arwen will make a huge fuss if that girl points her *cough* ... well, you know.. her.. THING at King Elessar.

Get her out of the car!!! Are you CRAZY?

*glares*

[angst_galore]

See here, Hobbit-boy! I don't point ANYTHING at big-people!

Besides... *bats eyes at othosb* I got my main man right here.

*glares at Sam again*

So just you HUSH!

*turns to othosb and whines says tearfully* He's being mean to me!

[othosb]

*puffs out chest proudly* I'll take care of it, Angsty. Stay right here next to your main man. *winning smile*

*turns to glare angrily at Sam* You stop talking like that! You don't know JACK about women!

Angst doesn't have a THING...she has THINGS!!!! With an 'S'!!!! TWO of them! Nice ones!! Better than anything Frodo's got, for sure.

So until you get your anatomy right, you stop saying anything. Just load the Hummer, will you? We have to get to the next motel.

*my mouth opens in horror*

[mayorsamgamgee]

Don't you DARE compare her with my Mr. Frodo!! My Mr. Frodo is the most beautifulest Hobbit in Middle-earth.. with THINGS or without them!

My ant-atomy is just fine, if you take my meanin'! That.... girl ain't got nothing that I'd want my Frodo to have! And he has plenty that she ain't got that I like just fine!

*gives a short bow to Angst* Meanin' no disrespect, mam.

And I am NOT loading her things!

*Starts throwing Angst's stuff to the ground and putting Frodo's and mine into the trunk*

*mumbles* Low down skunk, that Otho! Comparin' my Frodo with that... GIRL! Bringin' her along on our trip!

[_misterfrodo]

Sam, darling. *I try to still Sam's actions with a gentle touch to his arm*

You don't have to load Angst's things. She...*I redden slightly*...I mean, Otho...he...*I blush more* He doesn't want you to touch them. Just her suitcases. *I bite my lip with embarrassment* Let me talk to him.

*I leave Sam and walk to where Otho is seated in the driver's seat of his vehicle* Otho, if Angst is to be your guest, then you should take care of her thi--needs. And that means her luggage. *I nod firmly*

[othosb]

*slides out of Hummer* Why Sam can't do it. He's the one back der. But ok.

*stalks off toward back of Hummer* Where are da bags...*stares*. Women. *shakes head; hefts suitcases one by one and throws them into the back of the Hummer*

Get in, Sam. I can take care of my woman. You take care of yours. Er, I mean, of Frodo.