{— Tossing the lighter down beside her Tasha adjusted her position, fidgeting to herself. It wasn’t supposed to end up like this, but she supposed she could have seen it coming - if she’d truly looked. “I’m a cop.” If that hadn’t been obvious prior. “I’ve been undercover for six months now.”}
He feigns, plays nonchalance.
“Am I being ar-rested for anything?"
Tasha had seemed to be a good acquaintance. Friend. But now his eyes narrowed. He did not know necessarily how to react, what to say. Bard stiffened, arms crossed.
[TEXT]: I’m regretting the fact that I got completely hammered. I never do that-
[TEXT]: No. What is it?
[TEXT]: Now I’ve never tried it myself, but some say drink more alcohol to get rid of the hangover. I think that’s probably a myth. [TEXT]: I mean I’ve read them all in a magazine. [TEXT]: On second thought. Don’t try it. [TEXT]: Maybe more water, and more sleep.
[TEXT]: Well, by the time the dares really started coming, I was already trashed, so I thought “fuck it.” You can’t really blame me for that.
[text]: You’re not regretting anything that happened last night at all, are you? [text]: Other than the bit where you’ve got the hangover. Have you heard of this marvelous concoction that solves that bit?
•{ text ] friends are allowed to bang on New Years, I read it on the Internet somewhere. [only because I feel they would have some interesting ass conversations xDD]
➸ shgghrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr ➸ sorry didn’t m an to sedn that ➸ but sinc were talk king nwwwhy dont we keep talking ➸ is that your real hair
The anger that swelled in Legolas came out as he continued to rant and rave towards the other. He should have known better. Legolas was the one who would go out on the limb to make sure others were alright. It didn’t matter what it would have done to him. So this really made his blood boil. His face was even a shade of red, all the way to his ears.
When their eyes met again, and all he saw was a smile, Legolas released a sigh. A hand moved to the back of his head—feeling blonde strands against the pads of his fingertips. What the hell was he going to do with him. It was too late at night to think of such things, but sleep was not going to come for him anytime soon. No matter. Atleast he’ll have some company with him while he stayed up til dawn.
“Do that again…and I’m going to leave you out there to freeze.” Was his last testiment before stepping to Bard and passing him by. “Come on. You’re probably freezing in those clothes. Let’s find you something better.”
Reacting systematically to Legolas’ stern tone, honestly he had not felt so little in so long. It ebbed in him this feeling of being extremely aware that he did not particularly enjoy, and when he slipped out of his shoes, and coat, he placed everything too carefully in its proper position, following Legolas with a wide eyed, bizarre expression and saying mum.
He took a vague look around the area, taking in small details that he may or may not remember tomorrow, but for curiosity’s sake, Bard could hardly help it. Training his eyes back onto following after the other’s footsteps, he waited for the next course of action.
"If you want to hit me, you’re allowed to– If it helps with… anything.“
“What, never been invited for a three-way before? I find that odd, considering you and your wife’s combined attractiveness level. Seriously, prude much?”
"Invited- no. It’s never been my sort of tryst.” But… What was she saying? Was his wife– into this? Or was Tauriel just saying things to throw him off? “Don’t call me a prude. Some people are just more level-headed."
