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[sweet_nimrodel]

*takes a long walk on her own because the boyfriend is once again at the pub as every eru-damned day for the past week*

I don't know why new staff was ever needed, it's not there is much of chance for anyone else to work if he spends all of his days there.

*sulks*

*wonders around hoping to meet new folks*

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[elladanelrondio]

*continues to defend the bar against Rohir's incessant reorganization*

NOBODY IS GOING TO FENG SHUI MY BOTTLES!

[sweet_nimrodel]

*continues long walk, purposely ignoring coming close to the bar*

[maglor_harper]

*sitting crosslegged on the lawn in front of Casa de Feanor, smoking an Uscil.*

Someone as pretty as you shouldn't frown that much, you'll get lines.

[sweet_nimrodel]

*smiles* I'm an elf, elves don't get lines. Certainly not pretty me.

*in lack of something better to do plops down crosslegged next to you*

[maglor_harper]

elves don't get lines.

Then I must have been in the back of the queue when illuvatar was handing out complections either that or it was the millenia of non-stop angst.

*offers you a ciggie*

[sweet_nimrodel]

It's the angst. Now that is bad for your skin.

*takes the offered ciggie lights it and puffs away*