Re: Living Room - Edges of the Dance Floor
Elinor was still adjusting to Las Vegas, and America in general. It was pretty fascinating here, though, and she had to admit that whomever had decided to set up a law firm business in Las Vegas had an excellent idea. She was working a ton of hours and making a pretty good wage, too. Plus, she had Samwise Gamgee in her head, and who could argue with that?
She'd heard about the party, finding out through various random connections and whatnot, and decided it would be worth it to at least check the place out. She found herself in a rather crazy scene, however. Poor Sam in her head was practically begging her to leave, and Elinor almost did when she saw a girl who wasn't exactly ready for a party from the looks of things. This girl seemed to practically beg for a cigarette, and Elinor stepped up as she walked closer to the living room and the makeshift dance floor. "Aye, I don't think ye wanna do tha'," remarked Elinor, her Scottish accent still strong enough that it was very noticeable among the city dwelling Las Vegas people. "Best if ye know at least what it is yer smoking, I'd say." She wasn't against people wanting to smoke, but if they didn't know what it was that they were taking, well, that was a different story entirely.