The Yule Ball

Elrohir raised an eyebrow, slightly amused by her request. "You know, I don't think the whold street wants to see me without my shirt."

Sonia pouted. "Fine let's fine a more secluded place."

"You really want to see it that much?" Elrohir laughed

"No, but any excuse of getting of getting your shirt off is good." Sonia sais playfully.

Well, I can't say no to that." Elrohir replied with a smile. He looked around for a minute. "You have somewhere specific in mind?"

Sonia smiled. "This way." she says grabbing him and led him towards a small abandoned looking store.

Elrohir followed after her, looking at the store curiously. "Interesting place."

"Was my grandmother's antique shop. Let's go inside. I have the key."

"Allright." Elrohir said.

Sonia unlocked the door quickly. "Come on in." She says walking inside. Once Elrohir was in she locked the door back. "Don't want anyone just walking in here."

"Definately not." Elrohir agreed, barely hiding a smile. "Who knows what they'd think we're up to?"

"Oh gawd, I didn't even THINK about that." Sonia said sighing.

Elrohir shrugged. "Don't worry about it. Noone saw us, and we aren't doing anything anyway."

"Man, and I thought it was my look day." Sonia teased. "Now off with the shirt."

Elrohir laughed. "Allright!" He tossed her his cloak and unbuttoned his shirt to display the Gryffindor lion tattooed across his torso.
"You just wanted to see my abs of steel, didn't you?"

"Oh yes, but you know we can never go third base with that hideous thing on you." Sonia teased.

Elrohir did his best to look appalled. "Hideous? But it's such a nice lion." He pouted slightly. "Maik made me get a big one. Decided that if she was going to get some big old dragon tattooed across her stomach, I had to get a big one too. And just for the record, I'd like to think I'm not going to have any trouble getting to third base with you."

Sonia laughed. "Well then I guess you'll have to stare at my house msacot tattoo too." She says shrugging.

"Oh really?" Elrohir said, raising an eyebrow. "And why is that?"

"Because I'm not removing it." She says. "I guess I really shouldn't have gotten a snake strangling a crow like bird. Oh well."