🍸Rog dropped down next to Glorfindel when he looked unoccupied outside of a delicate glass of wine. "Laure! My best friend! I've heard so many good things about you tonight. How about you? Heard uh, anything about me?"
He swirled the wine in his glass and looked sidelong at Rog, a smile blossoming on his face as he sat back, turning to properly face him.
“Heard anything?” he asked, his expression one of surprise as he tried to pretend that he didn’t know exactly what Rog was getting at, which might have worked better before the several glasses of strong drink he’d been plied with had him unable to contain his grin. He caught the eye of those across the room and shook his head very lightly so as to at least give them a few moments alone to talk.
“I might have,” he conceded, “I might have heard a few things actually. Maybe of your inability to hold a certain someone’s hand without turning into a beetroot, perhaps. Although as a gentleman, I couldn’t possibly say too much.”
