Logs:Apology Date, Date apology
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| RL Date: 24 September, 2014 |
| Who: Edyis, V'ros, A'rist |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: V'ros accidentally invades a not-a-date, awkward teenage fail goes all around. |
| Where: Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 20, Month 11, Turn 35 (Interval 10) |
| OOC Notes: As usual feel free to add/edit/correct anything I may have missed. |
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| The Snowasis is rarely quiet, and even then, the high-ceilinged former weyr is kept from echoing by the fantastical booths tucked into its convoluted perimeter. The secluded seating spaces have been shaped from the truncated stalagmites that escaped the smoothing of the main floor, and are both softened and separated by colorful hangings that are thick and opaque enough to make each corner its own private nook.
Some of the smaller stalactites still roam the ceiling, their jagged teeth tracing a bumpy, inverted spine to the hearth. There, a thick rug with a low klah table and comfortable armchairs and couches sit, their upholstery and cushions changed sporadically to match the season: bright, light colors in the summer, fresh greens and yellows in the spring, warm autumnals in fall, and clear, rich hues for winter. Small tables litter the rest of the cavern, enough to fit up to four people each, while stools stand along the smooth wooden bar behind which is the passthrough window to the kitchen. Glass-paneled cabinetry behind the bar provides a clear view of the available liquors, the many colors reflecting the soft light of glows tucked into strategic niches around the cavern. Two invitations were extended today by the dark eyed woman lounging in one of the booths people watching while nursing a glass of wine. The first honest and straight forward aimed at a particular bronzerider who was promised apology drinks, While the second? Well it certainly isn't honest but might explain something if a certain weyrling brownrider shows up. The Snowasis is slowly filling as more people fill in from their usual duties, happy to wind down for the evening, though the night is still very young. Cryptic notes asking one weyrling to bail out another before Quinlys finds out is suspicious in and of itself, but arriving at the Snowasis just to shoulder through the crowd, only to find hide nor hair of any of his peers, is downright irritating. V'ros is meandering around, searching for a familiar face, when he finds one - just not 'the one'. "Edyis," he grumbles, shuffling up to her table with a downtrodden expression, "have you seen one of.. ah, the others?" He scratches his head and manages a quick look at the scribe, then his eyes go darting off into the crowd again. A'rist is another - rider, anyway - and he is next to arrive, punctual, even-faced, a nicer shirt than his usual showing under the opened, same-old riding jacket. "V'ros," is a bit surprised, though one might not so displeased. Misled, perhaps. "Hi," is what Edyis gets, and though he shrugs at his jacket, he doesn't take it off, nor move to get into the booth, not yet. Edyis smiles at the weyrling, the sort of thing that promises entertainment and ruin all in the same gesture. "I believe you just missed him." The last may be a slip on her part, considering she doesn't know which weyrling he's supposed to be looking for. Still she gestures to one of the empty seats, perhaps noticeably or not so noticeably at a safe and comfortable distance from herself. It's A'rist's arrival that has her smiling to herself. "I like the shirt, come on. I owe both of you apology drinks. I do have to apologize at failing to provide a date as my usual accomplices were all indisposed this evening."
A'rist shrugs out of the jacket, dropping it on the bench, and slides in to be alongside V'ros, keeping nearer the edge of the booth, though not so near as to hang from it uncomfortably. There's space, between them. That might put him closer to Edyis, but. "An apology date?" Lythronath's candidate (he'll always be that, no matter how impressed he may be now) gets a pointed look of inquiry. "A date apology?" comes with a bit of a smirk, though he schools that by the time he's looking back to Edyis. Edyis nods resolutely. "He left, one of the greenriders found him and nearly dragged him off by the ear." She glances again between the two riders thoughtful. Watching as the Weyrling stares at those hands with a sigh. "I'd figured you two would get along, but now I am really wishing V'ros date had showed so he didn't steal mine." She smirks, possibly teasing, possibly serious waving over a waiter for drink orders. "Whatever you gentlemen would like, this time drinks are on me." As she herself orders more wine. "Wow." But that one word doesn't imply amazement, rather disappointment. V'ros sits in silence for a brace of seconds as he, very clearly, thinks over what she just said. He looks up when A'rist speaks, and then flicks brown eyes towards Edyis, his brows knitting together. His frown resumes. "A date? Who.. me.. you.. what?" He's frantically looking between the two, mashing his hands together on the tabletop. "I don't.. you're on a date? I'm not here for.. I was just looking for.." And he stares appealingly at A'rist, as if he has all the answers in the world. Whatever humour it was he'd found, it seems to have since flown. "No, I meant, like, did you two go and it was bad, is that how come-" It's somewhere in here that Edyis' words register, and he looks back to her. "We already do." Get along, presumably. When he does look to V'ros, he's got no answers; just a flush to his cheeks, and an uncomfortable laugh while he braces his palms on the table, and pushes his back against the bench. What had been a relaxed good mood is quickly and easily ruined. Though she tries to mask it the disappointment V'ros seems so eager to display stings but not nearly as much as A'rist's question. "No. Never." Dark eyes closing. "It was a joke V'ros. Yes I'm here on a date, or well what was supposed to be a date. You are right of course though. A'rist is a much better person than I am." She exhales. "This wasn't how this was supposed to go." Edyis has her eyes closed and A'rist is blushing. Right. V'ros is actively trying to piece together the puzzle that is spread out before him, but those pieces might go in a little crooked. He's doing that quick back-and-forth glance, from Edyis to A'rist, A'rist to Edyis. "Are you.. you two.. are.. are you sleeping together?" Because everything goes back to sex these days. He looks like he's ready to climb that wall he's sitting next to, or at least, jump over the booth and run away as fast as he can. Instead, he'll settle on a groan, and cover his eyes with a hand. This is real awkward, guys. "No," intersects, "we're just-" and then, when V'ros reaches the end of his sentence, A'rist finds a firm, "No." V'ros looks ready to climb the wall. A'rist looks ready to slide out of the booth, onto his feet. But he doesn't. "We're not... like that. She just," with a furtive glance over to Edyis, "owes me a drink, same as you." Less furtive, when he turns to face her across the table, and offers a settled, "Right?" The wine arrives and she snakes a hand to take it downing the entire thing in one go. Her tanned skin taking on a new dimension of color, she makes a gesture for the bottle, because an answer to this requires more drinking, and pouring another glass, she exhales slowly and purposefully. "V'ros I'm sure this might come as something of a shock to you," It's the sort of patient gentle voice one would use with a child, not quite patronizing but clearly intended to calm. "Not every interaction between a male and female who enjoy each other's company is about sex. Sometimes a girl just wants to have a drink with a friend." Muttering something that is indiscernible from the rest to herself. Though it doesn't seem directed at either of the two males, she smiles, eyes focusing on both riders. "Now come on and order your drinks." See everything's fine. She's not ready to explode or anything. V'ros makes it a third person blushing at their table. "I.. just.. okay." He drops his hands in his lap and stares at the wooden table top. They could get back to normal after this, they could talk like other tables are doing, but the whole awkward encounter is too much for the weyrling. "I.. I I think.. I'm just.. I'm just going to go. You two can get.. to.. back to..," with a pathetic hand gesture; whatever this is. But A'rist is in his way, getting out of the booth. Naturally, he'll just - as awkwardly as possible - stand and climb over the back of the booth, nearly falling as his feet hit the ground at a haphazard angle. People are looking. People are staring. Some people are even pointing and laughing. Great. He shoots Edyis and A'rist another.. stare, and then shrugs. "Uh.. have fun.." Before he's pushing his way through the crowd and out of the bar. A'rist can't help but watch V'ros in his awkward climb, and equally, it seems, can't help but look after him, over the back of that bench, once he's taken his leave. After he's shown Edyis his shoulder for some time, he does turn back. And tug at his (nice) shirt. And then sigh, and slump a bit in his seat. "This what you had in mind?" Really it could have gone back to normal. Until V'ros is climbing walls, leaving the young scribe to just stare after him. Wine is the answer, must be as she drains her glass again. "Do you think this is what I had in mind?" She laughs, finally. "So how did you two know each other?" The best way to combat awkward is to pretend it doesn't exist right? "I..." A'rist has looked to that wine, but still makes no move to either share in it, nor to order his own drink. "I don't think I have any idea what you had in mind." As tO V'ros? V'ros, for whom he's turned to look, in whose departing direction the words, "Met in the galleries, Hraedhyth's clutch," might be lost.
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Azaylia (04:18, 24 September 2014 (EDT)) said...
Wow, when one assumes... xD
A'rist (11:56, 24 September 2014 (EDT)) said...
Yeah, A'rist really should've got clarification...
Edyis (15:06, 24 September 2014 (EDT)) said...
Clearly Edyis is going to have to use labels on all her invitations from now on. Drinks with friends, Date, Plan to take over the world - you know the usual sort of thing.
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