Logs:Chance Meetings, Notes and Blow-Offs
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| RL Date: 1 August, 2013 |
| Who: K'tri, R'co |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: R'co has an unexpected run-in with K'tri. |
| Where: A sleazy bar on the Igen coast |
| When: Day 26, Month 5, Turn 32 (Interval 10) |
| OOC Notes: Some adult words and themes, but nothing too racy. :) Also, backdated. |
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| A sleazy bar on the Igen coast There are two things that this place is known for: bad booze, and sex, of both the paid-for and free kind. It's a Pernese pick-up joint, and it's bustling as ever, located as it is on the Igen coast and right by a busy harbour. That it's frequented by salty sailors in need of a post-sea pick-me-up is precisely why R'co has picked right here as a respite from the hubbub of High Reaches. He's barely got his riding kit off before he's at the bar, ordering a drink, and already surveying the crowd to see who's there to be seen. Does K'tri enjoy places like this? Not at all. It might be why there's a look of irritation on the greenrider's face as he moves through the people, shooting more than one person a very 'do not touch me' sort of glare. Once he finally makes it to the bar, he relaxes some, out of the general throng of people. After calling for a drink and taking a seat, he finally at least takes a look around, even if he doesn't seem too terribly interested in most. Oh look. R'co recognises that Igen rider, the one who's pulled up a person or two down the bar from him - he'd recognise that black hair any time after having tousled it so much during their first - and last - encounter. The brownrider gets up from his spot, sidling along the backs of the bar patrons until he's able to squeeze in beside the feisty greenrider, slipping an arm around the back of his seat but otherwise saying nothing, as he draws attention from the bartender. K'tri stiffens a little at the presence near him, casting a quick look toward R'co. There's obvious surprise there, the greenrider starting just a bit at the..unwelcomely familiar face. "You..?" His eyes narrow then, and he jerks his eyes forward. At least his drink is there, and he picks it up, sipping distractedly. "Me," R'co replies with a pleasant enough smile, that shows off his pearly whites and plump lips. "What a fortuitous meeting, darling, don't you think? Of all the bars in all of Pern, you would just happen to walk into this one..." He winks playfully at the Igenite, then places an order for two drinks - one for himself, and a repeat of whatever the greenrider's drinking. "You know, darling, we may have fucked, but I didn't even get your name." "Far more reasonable than you being here. I live in Igen," K'tri snaps, returning his attention to his drink. When another is ordered, he shoots R'co a suspicious glare, but he doesn't protest it. "Why bother? You don't seem like you'd care to use it anyway." Names? Why even use them? The greenrider sighs though, taking a bit bigger shot of his drink without looking at the brownrider again. "It's K'tri." Brows raised, R'co smirks at K'tri and his suggestion that he shouldn't be here. "Oh, my work takes me all over Pern, doll," he coos softly, turning around and wiggling a bit of space so he can lean with his back against the bar, drink cradled in one hand. "K'tri? That's... adorable. K'tri. And I do like names, darling, because what else are you supposed to shout out during sex? It gets so dull if you're constantly 'oh baby! oh darling! oh oh I-don't-know-your-name!' - don't you think?" K'tri snorts softly, shaking his head. "Then keep your trap shut and you wouldn't run into that problem." The greenrider's eyes narrow a little at that, briefly roaming up and down R'co. "You'd have quite a number of fewer problems I imagine." He sets down his empty glass then, pushing it along the bar. The empty glass is refilled quickly, since R'co's already handed over the marks for it to be so. "You didn't like it the other seven then, sweetheart? Because you could've fooled me..." He runs a fingertip just delicately along the length of the greenrider's upper arm, looking at him with hazy, heavy-lidded eyes. "Do let me change your mind, now that I know your name. It's far better if you hear me cooing 'K'tri' in your ear, I promise." K'tri bristles, giving that touching finger a disdainful look. "I honestly don't care to hear you cooing anything." Granted, that wasn't technically a no. The greenrider just seems naturally obstinate. And prickly. The drink is given a wary look, almost as if he expects it to be laced with..something. But he drinks anyway, pulling his arm away from that wandering finger. "Whether I like your cock or not doesn't mean I like you." "Are you more the growling type?" R'co leans in, teeth bared in a mock-growl,fingers curled up claw-like. Then he laughs, leaning back casually against the bar and swirling his drink around in its glass. "You do like my cock though, which is a start. I think it's rather fond of you, sweetness - and the rest of me's not complaining, either." His blue eyes run the course of the greenrider's figure, giving him an appreciative wink. K'tri rolls his eyes a little. "There are plenty of other people here to bother, and yet you persist in showing me just why I hate coming to places like this." Why must interaction be so troublesome? He shifts away from the bar somewhat, taking his glass with him as he moves further off. R'co watches the Igenite turn away to leave; his lips purse into a pout, but otherwise he's unmoving as he calls out to the greenrider, "Oh, but I bought you a drink, darling - you owe me, now." That's the second time now that he's had to speak to the man's back as he's leaving, and the repetition of it makes the brownrider smirk; he lets K'tri go do his thing though, while he leans up against the bar and beckons one of the voluptuous regulars over to curl his arm around her waist and whisper in her ear. K'tri owes nothing! But he keeps that drink as he heads across the room, as far back as he can get. He refuses to look at R'co, even, engaging in a bit of bored chit-chat with another patron. One that doesn't seem to bother him at all. Once he's done with the drink he sets it on a nearby table, out of the way, and tilts his head a bit to evaluate a smith sitting a few chairs over. As for R'co, he's completely ignoring K'tri. Maybe. Possibly. He might just peep over the shoulder of his buxom companion, peering through her tumbling curls to see where the greenrider is and what he's doing. He might even have Deveriteauxth reach out to his dragon's mind with a seductive curl of aniseed and louched emerald, and a line or two of romantic prose.But does he actually look? Nope. He does, however, send another drink over to K'tri, before he gets up to take his girl dancing on the tiny square set aside for such things. K'tri isn't about to protest more drinks. Even when he sways just a little. But the arrival of it at least causes the greenrider to look up in search of R'co. For a glare of course. Finding him dancing, however, gets a sour look from the cranky rider, and he simply wanders over to the smith he saw before, leaning down over the seated man's shoulder to murmur in his ear. The Reaches brownrider has eyes only for his dancepartner - though she might have eyes for K'tri, as she's whirled around the dancefloor by R'co. He's putting on a flambouyant show of himself, twirling her and pulling her close, dropping his lips to her shoulder and neck before spinning her away again in time with the Harper's beat. When they're done, having danced out two songs, the brownrider kisses his partner's hand and starts to make for the exit, sweeping past K'tri and the smith without so much as a glance at either of them. Whatever K'tri said to the man, the smith seems to be agreeing readily enough. The greenrider still leans a little heavily on him though, alcohol definitely taking a toll. He only glances briefly at the brownrider as he passes by though, instead tugging his smith toward one of the curtained alcoves nearby. Seedy little bars used for picking up partners have useful little nooks. It's part of R'co's plan to keep on walking if he's not called on by the greenrider, and so he does. He walks right on out of there, to where his dragon's waiting outside. K'tri doesn't follow. Oh sure, he'll come out of the bar a bit later on of course. After the greenrider is done with the smith. And he does, feet still just a bit unsteady as he makes for Taraveth. It's a shame there's no brownrider there to help him out. Though Deveriteauxth has been keeping tabs on Taraveth, and passes on a quick message once he knows her rider's with her: « Should have joined him for another drink. » Then his aniseed purr is gone. Day 28, month 5. A couple of days later, a gold firelizard pops out of between, dropping a bunch of flowers and a little bottle of scented lotion on K'tri and Taraveth's ledge. There's a little note attached, reading: Oh baby! oh darling! oh oh K'tri! Join me for dinner at the Glass Fountain, Fort Weyr? K'tri might keep the lotion alright. He even sniffs at it a bit happily. As for the flowers? Well, they're left to the sun and wind on his ledge. But at least he's polite enough to respond to the note. No. -K R'co receives the note and scrunches it up, tossing it across his weyr where it falls amongst the piles of abandoned sketches and paintings. That doesn't mean he's given up, though; he scribbles another note on a fresh piece of hide, wraps it around a tiny bar of soap and ties it with a ribbon to Clara's leg, before sending her back into between. This time, the message reads: Don't you even want to know whose name you ought to be panting out? - R Another note? "Oh for the love of..." K'tri balls it up, throwing the paper across the room before he finally makes his own reply. At least it isn't one word. When would that be? Between your dancing and your mouth I'll never have a need to know. Scribbled beneath that note when it's returned to K'tri is a crude little sketch of a certain anatomical part inside a mouth. Scrawled beside it in flowery script, You know how you can keep me quiet. K'tri scribbles darkly over the drawing when he returns the note. Fuck you. The reply? Very simple: Name the time and place and I'll be there, darling. |
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