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*comes wandering in, looking weary, and leans over the bar without bothering to sit down*

The drink from last time. Er... vodka.

*seems highly uncertain as to how to pronounce it*

I think it was vodka.

*looks around the bar*

There are a lot more... people. I've only been gone three nights...

[OOC: Just to clarify, it's been way more than 3 nights Milliways-time since Glorfindel was last here. And also: I swore I'd stay away until my other character entered but OH GOD THE CRACK.]

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*smiles and offers his hand after wiping it with the bar rag*

Dionysus, pleased to meet you.

*shakes the proffered hand, somewhat awkwardly, and doesn't seem sure when it's proper to let go*

This gesture, is it the custom of your people?

*looks more closely at you*

And... your pardon, lord. Who are your people?

It is a sign of trust and friendship, yes.

*falters at that*

My people are...elders.

I see. My people are most often shy of strangers. This... touching of hands... how does it signify trust?

Elders... I do not know your world, lord, but my people are the First-born of our world. A long life is not always a blessing.

*smiles and explains*

It signifies that no weapon is held in the hand, that there is trust in offering a bare hand to someone.

*his smile fades a little*

Yes...a long life can have its own burdons.

I know them well.

*drains the last few drops of vodka, then looks somewhat morosely into the glass, absently massaging the bandage across his left hand*

Another, please. Perhaps... larger?

*notes the bandage, and busies himself prepping another vodka, in a tall glass this time*

Here you are, Glorfindel.

*sets the glass down before him*

Thank you.

*drinks, faster this time*

*considers Glofindel*

Why do you seek to drown yourself in drink, good sir?

I do not seek to drown myself; only to lessen the complications of a long life. I was incautious; that, my lord, I am sure you can see by my hand. Now it is suspected that I am... not content.

I crossed the Sea many years ago. To be discontented in this land... there is no surer sign of madness.

*smiles softly*

I am sure you will find your place, eventually.

I thank you, lord innkeeper.

*stares into the glass, at the thin layer of liquid left there, then looks up shyly*

If it is proper to say so, my lord, I wish you the same.

*smiles warmly*

Thank you as well. I am headed of to sleep; do you need a place to rest before I close?

Thank you, lord Dionysus. I would welcome this tavern's hospitality. Though it is unfamiliar to me, there is a sense of great comfort to it.

*gets a key and hands it to you*

Rooms are inexpensive, and quite cozy. Rest well tonight.

[ooc: and putting dionysus TO BED.]

*takes the key; his face colors slightly as his fingers brush Dionysus' in the process*

Thank you.

*wanders upstairs*

[OOC: And as you can see by my lovely late reply, I went to bed as well. And... is it just me, or did Glorfindel just establish an attraction to Dionysus? Why do my characters persist in doing things without my consent?]

[Also OOC: That was Glorfindel who posted this. Really. Not Luke Skywalker at all. Give me a break, I've had about 2 hours' sleep.]

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