Logs:Beer, Brawls, and Monaco
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| RL Date: 13 August, 2014 |
| Who: Alida, Edyis, R'hin |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Fellow Reachians run into eachother in the most unusual places, and a brawl ensues. |
| Where: A bar in Monaco |
| When: Day 9, Month 7, Turn 35 (Interval 10) |
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| It's a warm summer night in Monaco -- which is to say, it's hot -- especially further inland, along the river, upstream from the Weyr, where rests the large shack-come-bar known colloquially as 'the Wench', but more officially as 'The Drinking Wench'. Night, of course, is perfect for low-approach, fast landings, of which Leiventh had earlier availed himself of the tight space between jungle and river, dropping R'hin and Edyis off before settling down somewhere further away from the river out of site. The bar is packed, and the pair of High Reachians -- who are dressed appropriately as locals in casual, rough cut loose clothing -- have only finally managed to snag a table to themselves, their own pitcher of beer, and (mostly) clean glasses. Life is good. Someone else has been out 'foraging' the Monaco area all day and even part of the evening, and she's also left her winged lifemate somewhere a few miles beyond the 'Wench, Ilicaeth hunched up to look like a gigantic boulder beside some other, real representatives of the mineral kingdom. Out of pure happenstance, he's nearly 180 degrees opposite of Leiventh's position, and remaining as quiet as a mouse, the blue's eyes heavily lidded in slit-fashion to keep his eyes less conspicuous. Alida - her own mode of dress somewhat dusty, a little sweaty, and quite bland/blend-in - steps into the dive with a certain hint of tiredness in her step, the slightly-battered, wide-brimmed sun hat atop her grape concealing most of her piled up, mousy-brown hair. At this point, she's yet to look around fully and notice a couple of familiar faces, the bluie intent on availing herself of a drink or two, and maybe a quick bite to eat before she heads home. Settled in it doesn't take much time for Edyis to start fill the glasses, "So essentially you are caught up on the business of the week. I must say it's nice to drink in a bar that doesn't smell like sailors for a change." Spoken in a low conspiratorial whisper, Dark eyes do lift every so often scanning the crowd, and she's angled herself with her back to the wall, if Alida's presence is noted the scribe doesn't react right away. It seems unlikely that it's coincidence at all, and though Leiventh doesn't verbally greet the blue -- there was a rush of cold, High Reaches winter wind touching the edges of Ilicaeth's thoughts. The bronze is still and statuesque as is his habit, content to wait in the warm night air. "The smell of salt water and fish does get old after a while," R'hin's laughingly agreeing with Edyis. He, too, seems given to crowd-watching, as much out of habit as wariness, since this is a place he might well be recognized. Pale eyes flicker across Alida, though his gaze turns to Edyis, lifting a brow in silent inquiry at the scribe, as if she might know why the bluerider's here. Ilicaeth knows the feeling of a fellow 'Reachian dragon - perhaps even Leiventh's individual, chill signature - but he's used to keeping schtum over the few Turns on his hide, and so nothing is offered back to the bronze, not even a swirl of sand not a puff of bakingly-hot, desert heat. His 'line' is off the hook. Though she's not short at all, Alida isn't terribly tall, either, and so the seated pair aren't noticed yet as the dusty woman weaves her way through the throng, and finally makes it to the bar-proper. A quiet murmur from unemotive lips and a hidden payment passed over under a palm are soon enough gaining her a pitcher of some pale amber brew with a frothy head and a singular pilsner glass, both of which are taken in hand as the green-eyed bluie sets out to find some chair she might snag for her own, and prop up against the back wall. There's probably not anymore tables left, by now. Along her silent search for a likely seat to call her own, those keen greens of hers manage to make out not R'hin, but Edyis first. Instantly, they flick up to make a quick, sure identification, and then slide over to note who's near. Ahh... yes. Makes sense. Those eyes continue onward without a flicker of reaction, the bluerider quite willing to leave the other two be as she quests. The nod in response is subtle, but there. That curious gaze falls once more on the bluerider, before shifting back to R'hin, calculating. "Isn't that curious." Her glass is lifted, in what could be interpreted as an invitation or a greeting. The crowd that's gathered around the table next to the one the High Reaches pair is seated at is starting to get louder -- it sounds like a game of dice, and there must be some high-stakes betting going on given the level of noise -- both cheers and boos -- whenever the dice go rolling onto the table. R'hin's watching their neighbors, briefly, before chuckling under his breath. "Isn't it?" to Edyis. He leaves the invitation up to the scribe, but he does make sure to top up both their glasses in the meantime. Though her own actions lack subtlty enough times, Alida's pretty good at recognizing such in others, and Edyis' little head bob and that lift of glass have the not-blonde thinking for a moment, and then nodding just a little back, her booted feet shifting her in the scribe's and bronzer's direction. Along the way, everything about her is noted - from people and placements to actions - the dice game especially getting a more-than-passing flick of greens before they return inevitably to her destination. Once 'lida's close enough to engage the other 'Reachians in a low voice, she murmurs a clipped, "Thanks fer inviting me. Hope y'don't mind a random body...just lookin' fer a comfy seat." At least on the outside, she's still playing 'random nobody.' "Not at all, I love meeting new people, and hearing the stories they have to tell, Don't I Grandad?" She avoids the use of names, perhaps in the spirit of the venture or perhaps since Alida's playing the stranger. Whatever the reason, the young scribe has a very large grin on her face. "Always happy to welcome a pretty face," R'hin's laconic voice has a decided Monacoan accent, as pale eyes flicker up and down Alida appraisingly. "Beer?" he invites, gesturing towards the pitcher, although there's no spare glass. Of course it's pretty apparent he's not entirely pleased with Edyis' form of address, giving a brief huff as he gives her a long, considering look and a slight lean in her direction. "That we do. My Minni here is quite the storyteller." Edyis senses R'hin leans over, and under the table, reaches to try and pinch her thigh for a moment, though the flicker of amusement in blue eyes suggests most of the huff is just play. Probably. The dice game is getting decidedly louder; one of the participants has just loudly accused the dice thrower of cheating. There's a momentary hush as each eye each other. It's broken by the dice-roller who shrugs it off -- unfortunately also into the process allowing a stray die that was undoubtedly stashed up his sleeve to hit the ground with a loud thud in the moment of silence, rolling innocuously under the table. A moment later it's pandemonium, with some coming to the dice-rollers rescue and others very determined to mete out some sort of punishment (and presumably collect back their marks). For the Reachians who are trying to go unnoticed, this doesn't bode well, especially when two things happen: one of the brawlers is knocked into Alida, and another flies back, hitting the table and spilling the pitcher of beer and thoroughly dousing the occupants. Grandad. *That* little affectation and Edyis' massive grin combined manage to inspire a rarer, bright-toothed smile from Alida, the dark humor within making her expression just a little shark-like. There's pouring of her pitcher's contents into glass after she settles into the third seat nearer to Ed's, a polite shake of head offered to 'Grandad's' offer of their own beer. She's got hers. There might be a low little puff of quiet laughter for R'hin's reaction to his new pseudonym, but it's likely all in good humor (right?), a few small nods given to the nearby 'Minni'. R'hin and possibly Edyis will recognize Alida's own accent as fully Monacoan at this point, the elements of 'Reaches she unavoidably wove into it over Turns of life in the 'frozen North' utterly gone. She's just about ready to lift her glass to lips when that nearby hush inspires a snicking of keen gaze over to the gambling party, something inside her coiling up slightly. Been there, seen that before. Yep; it's a fight, the cast of one unseen die deciding it all. She wants no part of it, either - given all their undercover statuses - and it's likely only that which keeps the often reactive bluerider from snapping into at least partial Guard mode when one brawler knocks her off her chair, and another spills *everybody's* beer. "FUCK!" is barked out in apparent surprise and definite anger, the woman's hat flying off her head, exposing dirty hair done up into a frazzled ponytail. She's already trying to roll up from the floor, and shove the big brute off herself...instead of just immediately dropping him with a 'craft-secret' move. That's be much too suspicious. R'hin's reaction to his new pseudonym, but it's likely all in good humor (right?), a few small nods given to the nearby 'Minni'. R'hin and possibly Edyis will recognize Alida's own accent as fully Monacoan at this point, the elements of 'Reaches she unavoidably wove into it over Turns of life in the 'frozen North' utterly gone. She's just about ready to lift her glass to lips when that nearby hush inspires a snicking of keen gaze over to the gambling party, something inside her coiling up slightly. Been there, seen that before. Yep; it's a fight, the cast of one unseen die deciding it all. She wants no part of it, either - given all their undercover statuses - and it's likely only that which keeps the often reactive bluerider from snapping into at least partial Guard mode when one brawler knocks her off her chair, and another spills *everybody's* beer. "FUCK!" is barked out in apparent surprise and definite anger, the woman's hat flying off her head, exposing dirty hair done up into a frazzled ponytail. She's already trying to roll up from the floor, and shove the big brute off herself...instead of just immediately dropping him with a 'craft-secret' move. Much too suspicious. The yelp that follows the word Mini, is probably utterly lost in the sudden outbreak of chaos. Edyis' knee hits the underside of the table as she's scrambling back to get away from the spilled beer because that seems the sensible cover up in this situation. It doesn't really change that grin of hers though, at least not completely, "Hey that was our beer!" R'hin, for his part, seems apt to try and ignore the game-gone-bad in favor of giving Alida a thoughtful look, though the hush alters his gaze -- not at the game, but around the bar, at everyone else. A sudden frown creeps up, and he stretches a hand out to brush Edyis' arm a moment before beer spills everywhere -- all over his perhaps-not-so-nice clothes, but that doesn't mean he's any less outraged, though how much of that is merely the bronzerider-playing-the-character, or the bronzerider himself isn't clear. His gaze is on Edyis -- he seems confident Alida can handle himself -- muttering under his breath, "Don't go getting your old grandpa in trouble," in a way that is oddly protective. It seems that Alida's move has been taken as a position on the fight, and another brawler takes a swing at her from the side, while a grapping pair nearly knock into R'hin; a quick sidestep and a subtle nudge sees one slip in the beer, and the other seizes the opportunity to pound his opponent. "Yes well, we should probably keep her out of trouble too don't you think?" She returns in a low whisper, eyes wide. Bar fighting 101, has clearly started and true to form she's taking mental notes. Another body comes in their direction causing a squeak as Edyis tries to keep the table between herself and the brawlers. All 'Grandad' R'hin gets for his thoughtful look is a humored one in return...but then, there is 'dice gone bad' going down. In a bar fight, there's not necessarily many brains being used, and the thought of such might be noticed in Alida's quick, narrowed gaze as she's working to right herself from her floor-sprawl. Even as she gets half-way up, there's a fist coming towards her, and she doesn't have the best stance to react to such as she normally would. Instead, the alert and cool-eyed bluie must settle for only partially-ducking said mitt, and taking a half-hit in the shoulder, instead of her pretty face. There's a low grunt from the not-blonde as her body reacts like most other people's would under such a circumstance, and then she's hunching in, back shallowly - like a person who's afraid to be slugged again - and then using her arms to block whatever might be on its way again even as one of her now-planted feet lunges forward...and stomps harshly, viciously hard upon her attacker's instep with her heel. It's a move designed to not only cause pain, but also enough injury to foot bones that could take someone out of a fight instantly. Theirs is certainly not the only table that's been engulfed in the fight: it almost seems as if everyone's participating as much for an opportunity to let off steam as anything else. Certainly the barmaids and bartenders have disappeared into the kitchen with an alacrity that suggests this is not the first time this has happened. "I'm not worried about her," R'hin says amusedly, pale eyes flickering over in that direction just in time to catch Alida's stomping motion. "Former guard," he says, moments before another drunk patron lurches in their direction. The rider pushes forward, redirecting the half-hearted punch away from his mentee and off to one side, swinging around to propel the drunkard forward with enough movement that he trips and stumbles over his own feet. The bronzerider, in contrast to the blue, seems less about harshness, and more about avoidance, staying close to Edyis, though he's distracted enough not to see the brawler that slipped over earlier trying to grab at the scribe's ankle. There's a level of appreciation for Alida's moves and a low whistle, for R'hin's mention of her former occupation. "I see." Ducking behind R'hin to avoid a wide swing, she asks "So I need to not be a liability right now?" Hey look, big heavy wooden bar, and that's clearly where Edyis is headed. But flying fists and rowdy brawlers aren't as easy to avoid as some make it look. She gave the guy slugging at her his standard once chance to leave her be, and see what it got Alida? One slugged shoulder (and a foot stomp) later, she's widely sidestepping the laborer who's now writhing upon the floor with a cracked bone in his foot, and moving just before the 'Reachians' table to try and ward off any other drunken idiots that might come their way. Just as he did with her, apparently the bluerider trusts R'hin's skills and instincts enough to let him handle what comes his way on his own. There's something in the way she holds herself - in the low hints of fire behind her eyes - which might suggest that some portion of her might just be enjoying this, though her demeanor remains conservative. Greens can't help but note Edyis' move over towards the bar for more cover, and the blonde calls to 'Grandad' over her shoulder, "You takin' care uv' 'er?" Her eyes are pretty much for the roil of bodies engaging in fisticuffs all around them. "Min--" even under pressure, R'hin sticks to their cover, "--ni," is exhaled with exasperation as he spots the scribe disappearing towards the bar. There might just be a curse word under there, as the hand grabbing for Edyis' ankle snags his instead. A quick twist of his foot frees it, but he's replying to Alida, "Might need a hand," the rider concedes, given Edyis isn't in sight. Squaring his shoulders, he quickly pushes in the direction he last saw her, shouldering aside other patrons where needed. Rolling punches, flying fisticuffs, this probably qualifies as the most exciting day ever, or at least that's probably what the wide eyed almost giggly and mildly concerned expression, at least until there's a stray blow to the face and she's sprawling. It's with a grunt, that she finally makes it behind the bar, disappearing from view. "Okee dokee..." Alida replies almost amicably to 'Grandad,' the woman then warily slipping into gear just behind R'hin, not quite back-to-back, but trying to let them have each *others'* backs as they wade, shove, cross over towards the bar on 'Minni's' heels. She too remains incognito - wearing the part of a laborer with a decent amount of 'barfighting' experience under her belt decently enough - not much at all in the bluerider's mien giving away her cache of 'special' knowledge. Again, it'd be too obvious. Hopefully, the two riders will get where they want to go without *too* much action along the way. R'hin is taller, and can see better over the general milling of the crowd, anyway. When Ed goes down, then comes back up crawling behind the bar, Alida can't see it. It's obvious R'hin's seen the blow, in the sharp inhale, the narrowing of eyes, and the way he speeds his way forward, far less worried about avoiding hurting those they're pushing aside to reach the bar now, longer legs carrying him momentarily ahead of Alida -- leaving the damage in his wake for her to tend to. He reaches the bar, but can't see Edyis behind it, growling a query, "Minni?" he could go and look, but he's busy grabbing for the back of a certain man's neck. When the scribe finally does peek up from behind the bar, it's with a bottle in each hand and an almost comical expression of irritation. Rubbing her face with the back of her arm where the blow landed. "Rude." She's ready now and quite determined, and when someone strays too close to her chosen sanctum - smash- goes the bottle over heads, another taking its place shortly. The bronzerider's sharp inhale isn't really hearable, given the loudness of the brawlers around them, but the greater damage R'hin starts to leave in his wake is reason for Alida to suspect something's up. As he 'tosses' them back, the bluerider sends them scattering away...her hands, fingers, feet, her whole body utilized in economical, precise actions which send potential attackers reeling, or to the floor quickly enough. Her blows are mostly meant to stun or hamper, at this point, the woman observing nothing too critical right now to make her ramp up the destruction. Even the glancing blow or two she takes to torso and the hinge of her jaw inspire nothing more than restrained reactions. "She down?" the bluie barks back to R'hin, given his growl of his 'granddaughter's' name. There's a brief scuffle -- quick and brutal, ending with a knee to the other man's stomach and R'hin dragging Edyis' attacker over to the bar. The bronzerider's grinning at his apprentice, as he says, "Someone wants to apologize." There's a noise out of the man, but it's more a groan than an apology, before he slides down to the floor. It seems to satisfy the Wingleader, in any case. He tosses a grin over his shoulder at Alida. "She's fine. But first thing tomorrow, though -- she's starting training with you." He doesn't really give either woman a choice, just says it like it's already decided. Which is it -- by him. Thunk, thunk, smash - she seems to be getting better, sort of there's a sort of giggle at the offered apology and she nods, since there's really not much room to protest. There's a large, wicked grin for 'master' and 'apprentice' when 'Grandad' gets the brawler to apologize to Edyis, Alida relaxing just a fraction once they're all behind the bar, though she wards the way. A lofting of one brow for the bronzerider's assertion is followed by the bluie's clipped, "You assume I got time...an' inclination." Cue a dry smirk. Is she so mercenary? It's not necessarily decided in *her* parlance. Still... "She handles a bottle well enough." So say those smashes. "How could you resist that?" R'hin responds to Alida, complete with dark chuckle and a gesture towards Edyis like she speaks for herself. "She's having far too much fun though, I think, so... would you clear a path for us?" he asks, with a nod towards the exit. Meanwhile, he's going to take care of his apprentice in the quickest way possible, namely leaning down to scoop the bottle-loving girl clean over his shoulder. It does mean Edyis might have a few more opportunities at using that bottle on the way out, at least. "Hard experience..." Alida replies back smoothly to R'hin about her slender smirk, a certain pleasure dancing behind green eyes as the bluie notes how Edyis reacts to the whole scenario. "Ready those bottles..." the woman clips off almost merrily to the scribe before she gets tossed over the bronzer's shoulder, 'Grandad' then getting a low-voiced, "Y' owe me..." as she motions with a thumb towards Ed. Assignment apparently accepted... with a caveat. No matter, the not-blonde is indeed wading out and then forwards, clearing the way for the pair with artful placements of feet and hands, smooth pivots and dodges that hopefully leave the 'Reachians free to step smartly out of the dive. And if a few drunken louts finds themselves skidding over the floor, or heads clunking into walls along the way... well, likely nobody will remember the next morning exactly how it happened. There's a squeak as she's hoisted over a shoulder. "Oh my are we leaving now?" Bop, bop, thunk. Likely there will be many regrets in the morning, and probably somewhere a comment about dignity, but mostly more happy giggly thwacks with a bottle. |
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