InsaneJournal

Who: Merry and Luke
Where: The pub
What: A friendly drink
When: This afternoon
Rating: Low?
Open: No
Status: Ongoing

Many strange things had happened in Luke's long, long years. He'd never discovered the mystery of his apparent agelessness, and after a couple hundred years, he'd stopped looking for the answer. In the Underground, weird and inexplicable was normal. But this...to have gone to sleep in his apartment and to have woken up on some sort of island? This was weird and inexplicable on an entirely new level.

He hadn't known where to start, but he'd been invited to the pub for a friendly drink, and that was as good a place as any. Better, in fact. At least a drink would fortify him for whatever was to come. He wondered if there was a way back to the Underground, or if this was simply another part of it. He wondered if he even wanted to go back. After 935 years, he was very tired of war.

He pushed that aside and entered the pub. To his delight, it was very much like the pubs he remembered from England. He glanced around, taking in the patrons, and then took a seat at the bar, hoping he'd be able to recognize Merry. More likely it would be Merry to recognize him; he was an unfamiliar face, after all.

A pint, that's what he was after. He had a taste for whiskey and brandy, as most Englishmen did, but a pint of something very stout sounded good to him. Nothing like a pint for times of uncertainty...tea was his other standby, but that just wasn't going to do the trick today.