The signs were there, indeed, and blessedly Legolas was not so far gone himself to insist on continuing. He was warmed, he felt lighter, but neither his speech nor his walk, or most importantly his thoughts, have been weighed down by the alcohol. He still observed Buck with some amusement at his expense, finding his tipsy antics endearing in their own right. Even with the whinging, even with the swearing.

(For one, he had a point, and Legolas got used to the swearing a long while ago already.)

"I will certainly enjoy this freedom you give me," and make sure Buck enjoyed his choices just as well, of course, but he trailed off on that exclamation instead. Whatever Buck thought of it, so be it!

But with the bill paid, it was time to head back, and though there was a distinct spring to Legolas's step, he at least managed to keep himself from skipping along even an inch. The stars were out in full force and the air was crisp. Tomorrow would be a fine day, for some to perhaps nurse a nice hangover, for others to practise outside.