New Year's Day [for Aragorn]

[soulthatwanders]

Waking up in unfamiliar surroundings was never a good thing, even if life on Tabula Rasa sometimes necessitated getting used to it. Prior to even opening her eyes beyond her initial observation, Wanda went through a quick mental inventory:

Headache? Present, but manageable.
Memories of the previous night? Hazy.
Clothing? A man's shirt, which she never slept in even when she was one.
Overall prognosis? Troublesome.

Extremely troublesome.

Wanda wasn't about to over think any further. Once she'd ascertained that this was probably a circumstance brought about by man-made as opposed to island-made bad decisions (unless magically-appearing alcohol counted, which she suspected would be something of a stretch), there was really just the one course of action that came to mind: getting the hell out of there as fast as was humanly possible.

Rolling over to the edge of the bed, Wanda suppressed a quiet groan and reluctantly looked around. Her dress had to be here somewhere.

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[soulthatwanders]

Wanda's first, inexplicably stubborn instinct was to decline, but even she couldn't pretend to find a justification for it and she took the cloak without a fuss. It was just a nice gesture, and since she no longer had an absurd amount of alcohol in her bloodstream to provide the illusion of warmth, it would likely prove to be a very welcome one once she actually got outside. "How many times do we have to go over this? Thank you," she said, trying not to flail about too much while she got her shoes on. "I'll be sure to get it back to you later."

[somanytitles]

"You are most welcome. And thank you again for accompanying me to the festivities," Aragorn said, giving her another warm smile while he gently placed his arms on her shoulders to help steady her while she stepped into her shoes.

"I truly had an enjoyable time with you."

[soulthatwanders]

Wanda assumed that there had to be a limit to the number of times a girl could get all warm and flustered over nothing in particular, but between that and a pair of steadying hands, she apparently hadn't hit her limit yet. "Well, there's another one like it next month, so if you're still around, we could always do it again," she nonchalantly offered.

[somanytitles]

"I would very much like that," he said. He had heard of the other party, Mardis Gras, and it sounded quite enjoyable.

"Though if someone else should ask you, please do not hesitate to accept. I would not want to monopolize myself as your escort."

[soulthatwanders]

"I really don't think that's something I'll have to worry about," Wanda laughed, shaking her head as she finished getting her shoes on and pulled the cloak around her. "Guys aren't exactly breaking my door down for the chance to hang out."

[somanytitles]

"What is their loss is my gain," he said, giving her a fond smile as he opened the door for her. It had certainly been a strange evening for him, but more enjoyable than many that were more what he was used to.

[soulthatwanders]

No matter how highly she thought of herself, Wanda remained doubtful of that, but who was she to argue? "Let's say it's our mutual gain," she said lightly, hesitating only a moment before she stepped out over the threshold.