LOTR Party at LOBSANG'S PLACE !!!!

:: laughs ::

Missy, the guys are over by the firepits monitoring the progress on the d… um deergoat and other meats for the party. You would probably make more headway flirting with the menfolk. You’re cute, but not quite my type. :: winks ::

:: hands Kythereia another mug of miruvor, turns her towards the firepits and gives her a nudge ::

I am sure one of the menfolk will be happy on the company.

:: changes DVD to Two Towers and pushes play. Settles down in her red beanbag, glances around the room to see if anyone has noticed. ::

:wink: back at you, Tiggrkitty!

blows kiss, wanders off towards the firepits, mug of miruvor in hand

bursts in singing

Well you can keep your fancy ales!
You can drink them by the flagon!
But the only brew for the tried and true!
Comes from the Green Dragon!

Green Dragon Ale delivery, at your service. I have an order here for…whoa, ten kegs of our finest. Somebody’s gonna have a good time tonight.

Hey, is that the Two Towers?

plops down on a couch

We failed them…

:: looks up ::

Yes, Two Towers…shhhh…grab a seat won’t you.

Hey! What the…She said grab a seat you dork! Not my seat!
Oh…is that more beer? Eh, you’re alright. Just ask next time ok?

:: Wanders out to the pits, rips off a leg of deergoat ::

Hmm, good. But I think it would be better with Heinekin or maybe a Hobrau for some reason.

:: casually nudges **Kythereia ** away from her collision course with the bonfire ::

Hooboy, sad part. Gotta go.

:limps out to the bonfire and starts spinning fire:

Whooo… close call!

to Inigo Montoya How you doin’? :wink:

I do well enough for seconds…want some deergoat? And might I suggest an enormous glass of ice water? Or perhaps … :eek:

:: blushes & gets back to the movie ::

pouts, flirts some more

:: looks up to watch the exchange between Kythereia and Inigo, giggles ::

Wow time for part 3.

*:: grabs a huge glass of orange soda, plugs “The Return of the King” in and settles back down into her comfy red beanbag :: *

You know, it would figure that, even at LOTR parties, I’m the one sitting alone with her drink.

: Grabs Guinness and wanders over to the pit :

I burning your dog?

:eek:

gets up for a Coke, and when he returns “accidentally” sits in Harimad-sol’s lap Oh, fancy meeting you here. So, how you doin’?

It’s a deergoat! Shhh…

I LOVE German food.

Filipino fire-spinning! So cool!

You are not sitting there alone, Harimad. I’m right here, and TheOnly is sitting in your lap.

Err… does anyone mind if I pause? I’m trying to work out the pattern for Wormtongue’s robe.

:munches popcorn:

OOO! Costumey stuff!

puts down fire chains and wanders back to the movie

I’ll teach ya how to spin if you get me a copy of that pattern, Lissla…

[English accent ON]
Now look here chaps. I agree that you colonial types certainly know how to throw a party - thanks, I will have some of that! - but I must insist on a few ground rules.

The good Professor was inspired by the English countryside after all. So somebody put the kettle on, so we can have a nice cup of tea.

Next we come to the thorny question of invitations.
Some of us don’t really belong here, do we?
Mr. Stibbons! Yes, you, Ponder. Shouldn’t you be at University? :cool:
And I’m sorry, Inigo, I have some bad news about your father. :eek:
I have my doubts about Clothahump too. :confused:
[English accent OFF]

Glee pushes Balrog Wings off couch and settles down.

Shhh! He’s just now starting to come out of his shell…

What…did somone dig up my old man !? !?
Or do you mean that Mr. Cohen is NOT my father and I’m really a Roman? That would indeed change the tone of the party… :wink:

**Inigo ** you made **Tigerkitty ** cry? Bad Inigo!

Anyway, I’m back. Had to leave for a while. Anything going on? I see **Lobsang ** made his appearance, but left again. Party pooper.