The Last One Standing (attn Myth)

Night fell quickly. Lorelai dropped at her house to take the gear she needed for the gathering she was going to have with Speed. Last she saw of him she planned on meeting him the next day, but agreeing to go along with Owen, Susomo and John in search of Iris prevented her from setting the record straight very day. Now that they were back, though, Lorelai had every intention to. She was far from being forgetful.

Picking up her bow, arrows and four flasks of whisky, she headed towards the shooting range. That's where she was supposed to meet with Speed to even the score. While she made her way there she couldn't help but think about Owen. He has always been dear to her. In a way, he was the only person she truly trusted. But he lost his trust in her and she was unsure if she still maintained hers in him.

Arriving at the shooting range, Lorelai spotted Speed seated against a tree, his bow and arrows to his side. As she approached him he got up, smelling of confusion, yet curiosity seemed to pop out here and there.

"Last time you were the last one standing. Lets put that to the test once again." Lorelai took out two flasks from her bag and threw them at Speed. "We shoot. If we hit the target, we have a sip. If we don't hit the target, well, it would probably mean we're not standing anymore, as I'm quite crafty with a bow and so are you, from what I've heard. Are you up for the challenge?".

Lorelai

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Posted: Sun May 13, 2007 1:21 pm    Post subject:     

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Speed wasn’t sure what this meeting was all about. In fact, he hadn’t seen Lorelai, as he had learned her name to be, at all since the day he had accidentally run into her several weeks ago. He wasn’t sure whether or not she had been avoiding him, but he had been so busy with his training that she’d almost slipped his mind completely.

Still, he had shown up a bit early for their rendezvous, uncertain of what was in store but hoping to be up to the task.

He stood as she arrived, and plucked the two flasks out of the air when she tossed them to him. A drinking game? He’d heard several of the older Wolfkin joke about drinking games, and had of course seen a few deep into their cups from time to time, but Owen frowned on him drinking any of the spirits. He had only sneaked a mug or two of ale in his entire stay in the stedding. He wasn’t sure what liquid was contained in the flasks that Lorelai had shared, but from the mischievous look in her eyes it was bound to be potent stuff.

Smiling broadly with the impetuousness of exuberant youth, Speed answered the challenge.

“You’re on.”