This is going to be so Au. Please don’t stab me. I’m trying. ;m;

    “Surely you jest!” Tauriel exclaimed, taking ahold of the wine that both were consuming. Well beyond the merit of being in the sober mindframe, having experienced more near death experiences on his part and on her own — well.. there was no going home for her. Trapped, lost, whatever it was — she hated it, and she only knew him and whether she’d like to wander away or not, she found the human to be the only one who wasn’t spewing some nonsense, accusing her of being a witch; a magic user. She was an elf! Had these humans no sense. 
     “I do not jest, what do you take me for, a ffk—-” His words fell short as the man staggered and swayed. Laughing the poised woman lunged and took ahold of the man before he fell. “Woah, woah now.” The red check huan glanced up, the musk of wine thick on both of their breathes. By the gods she knew not what came over her, whether it was the ethereal look she appeared to have that made him look to her as if she was something more. Or it was the liquor taking ahold of her muddled mind. Either way, her lips fell upon his for only a brief moment before she came to her senses.