Logs:Butt Groove
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| RL Date: 5 March, 2015 |
| Who: Schuyler, Laine |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Laine and Schuyler chat in the nighthearth. |
| Where: Nighthearth, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 5, Month 3, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
>---< Nighthearth, High Reaches Weyr(#1549RJ) >------------------------------<
With its entrance located between the kitchen and the living cavern, this
tiny bubble cavern is cozy, always kept warm and is filled with
comfortable chairs and a small round table. At the far end, there's a
hearth, outlined in ruddy, aging bricks, where a pot of stew simmers in
the evening hours. Generally quiet, the nighthearth is the haunt of
insomniacs and those seeking quiet from the bustle of daily Weyr life.
-----------------------------< Active Players >-----------------------------
Laine F 17 5'4" trim, dark hair, grey eyes 0s
Schuyler M 195'11" Muscular, Black hair, Blue eyes 3s
----------------------------------< Exits >---------------------------------
Inner Caverns
>------------------------------------------< 5D 3M 37T I10, winter night >---< Schuyler is lazing in one of the comfy chairs, one leg thrown haphazardly over the arm of the chair. The mug of klah held upright is the only thing the belies the fact that he's actually awake. His eyes are closed its hard to tell but he might just be eavesdropping on a couple whispering in the chairs nearby. Those overstuffed, comfortable armchairs are in high demand, especially right at dinner when everyone is trying to sit still and digest. So when Laine strolls in--her own dinner still in-hand--and surveys the available seating, she takes a long moment to assess the prime lounging position. She's in it for the long haul. And that big, fluffy-pillowed, soft-cushioned chair riiiight next to that couple engaged in intimate, heartfelt, tete-a-tete? Yup. She flops into the seat right next to them, and selects the crunchiest thing on her plate. Munch, munch, munch. Schuyler cracks open am eye and grins at Laine. "Evening." he rumbles a greeting to her. The choke looks up and realizes they are right in between two people. A few hushed whispers later and a giggle from the girl and the two head off to find a more private location. "Well, there goes my entertainment." Sky cracks, readjusting a bit so he can see Laine a bit better. A green, raw vegetable stick sticks out of Laine's mouth as she watches the couple go. "I didn't mean to interrupt!" She calls after them, unconvincingly, then keeps crunching. "It's just that I think I've started to wear a good butt-groove in this chair," she explains to Sky, apropos of nothing, wriggling herself deeper into the cushions. "What were they talking about?" (Around a mouthful of... something.) Schuyler chuckles. "She thinks his butt is cute. He says he likes her eyes. It was rather sickening to be honest. But they were entertaining at least." his eyes glance over at her. "Don't think your butt is big enough to fill the groove in that chair." he teases as he sips his klah. Laine frowns, snapping her fingers in disappointment. "I missed a cute butt?" But she doesn't seem too perturbed: she drowns her sorrows with gravy-soaked (albeit flourless) biscuit. Once she's done chewing, she grins lazily over at Schuyler and wriggles again, settling comfortably. "What are you saying about my butt, Sky?" Eyebrows arch, though her grey eyes are laughing. "Careful, now." Schuyler laughs. "There are plenty of them around, personally I didn't see it, but women's bottoms are more to my taste." he smirks at her comment. "You know, I didn't get a good look when you came in. You should show it off so I can give an accurate assessment." his eyes glitter with mischief. "Hey," Laine wags her finger at the older boy, insistent, "you're in a Weyr, young man. You see a cute butt, you look at it, whether it's a boy-butt or girl-butt. And," she pops another crunchy green into her mouth, and continues (somewhat indistinctly), "if you think I'm gonna get up out of this chair, after settling into my butt-groove, you are sorely mistaken." Schuyler laughs again. "Touch?." he claps his free hand to his chest. "And you would deny me the chance to enjoy your lovely back side. Not that I'm not enjoying the view of your front side." he assures her. "If it involves getting up? Sorry. You may gaze upon my charming face, in the meantime." She puts down her plate for an instant in order to couch her face in her palms and bat her eyelashes at Schuyler. "For the butt, you'll just have to stick around until I leave." Laine winks. "And in the meantime: keep me company. How was your day today?" She looks at him expectantly, while finishing off her plate. Schuyler gives a playful frown before getting up and settling into the chair next to her. "Better view from here." he winks, "And I'm happy to keep a pretty girl company." he smiles over at her. "My day was average. Nothing special... well, until now." he grins. Laine groans and rolls her eyes, chewing industriously. Once she's finished with it, she chuckles and says, "Okay, that was cheesy. That's not how you woo a girl! 'Average' doesn't mean anything. What's an 'average' day look like for you? Plus," she points out as a sidenote, brandishing some carrot, "points off for not asking back how my day was." Schuyler snatches at the carrot. "But I like cheese." he laughs. "Let's see, average means I got up before dawn and started making breakfast, had a few breaks to eat and now I'm just relaxing with... a pretty girl." he chooses his words intentionally. "And how /was/ your day?" he asks, eyes firmly fixed on her, all attention. If he wants the carrot, Laine relinquishes it: she's got a few more pieces left, but she's setting her plate aside for now on a sidetable. She laughs again, brightly, as she turns back to Sky. "I like cheese, too, but only the kind you eat." And smiles her Second Best Smile(tm) for that compliment. "Well, first: thanks for breakfast! It was great. And, second: I was oiling and treating dragon harnesses all day." She wrinkles her nose. "They have a... smell." Schuyler grins. "And that flourless roll. That's my doing too." he grins and snaps a bit of the carrot. "You're welcome though, any special requests for tomorrow?" he grins then chuckles. "Nothing a good soak in the baths won't cure." he smirks. "Ooh, that's you? It was good. Is it very difficult to bake without flour? Wait--" Laine props her chin on her fist, elbow on the armrest, "--I bet everyone has asked you that a hundred times. Don't answer if it's boring." As for next-day requests? She tosses her head with a chuckle. "Nah. I've got low food standards. I'm just happy when there's breakfast." Schuyler grins. "I don't mind. I love the challenge, especially on things that really seem to need it, like cake or rolls. There are a lot of replacement options but they don't all work for everything." he finishes the carrot with a final crunch. Laine smiles, and it's not one of those characteristic, loose grins but a slow, thoughtful smile. "It sounds like you really like what you do," she says, and there's a touch of something (envy?) in her voice. But she's cheerful when she speaks next: "The rolls have been fine! But bave you made a flourless cake, yet? One that's any good?" Schuyler grins. "Sure do!" he points to the roll. "Those use corn flour." he thinks for a moment. "I have one that uses nut flour that's pretty good, but the texture is still off." he hmmms. "But I'm happy to make you one and see what you think." "Huh! Corn flour. I wouldn't've guessed," Laine says, "except, yeah, the texture. It's... I dunno. Denser? Heavier?" She considers the roll for a moment, then turns a bright look on Schuyler. "Yes. Absolutely. I will eat that cake and I will give you my honest review of it." Because: hey, cake! "But... maybe a small one, okay? Otherwise my butt will fill up this chair groove." Schuyler laughs. "I can make them small." he assures her. "Though I still haven't seen that bottom yet." he smirks. "Well, then," Laine braces herself against the armrests and hoists herself out of the chair, "you're in luck. I've got some homework for tomorrow and," she sniffs at her sleeve, "I still smell like oily... dragon... smell." She plucks up her plate from the side table and grins widely at Schuyler. "Enjoy it while you can," she says, before leisurely strolling out into the living caverns, with a little wave over one shoulder. She doesn't even look back to see if he's checking out her butt, because Laine's cool like that. |
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Edyis (00:11, 6 March 2015 (EST)) said...
I especially love the quote on this!
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