Logs:Cheap Beer
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| RL Date: 17 June, 2016 |
| Who: Drex, Edyis |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Drex answers some questions in return for cheap beer. |
| Where: Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 15, Month 1, Turn 41 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Farideh/Mentions, Ethran/Mentions |
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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. It's late, but the Snowasis is still in full swing with a few wings competing at the dart boards and still more residents filling the tables. Edyis has settled at one of the less sparsely populated tables, the large pitcher and empty glasses perhaps suggesting either that arrivals are expected, or that the seats were recently vacated. Either way the former scribe seems at ease, flight jacket hanging off the back of her chair, and sleeves rolled to the elbow. Each hand braced on one side of what appears to be a large glass of cheap beer. Or something of that nature. It's late, which means it's the perfect time for Drex to swan in. While winter means a break from life on the sea, there's plenty of work at the Weyr to keep him busy, and whatever he was tasked with today apparently involved a lot of manual labor, given he has that distinct scent of sweat clinging near him. The bar is packed enough that the sailor grimaces at the row of people waiting for their drinks, barely glancing at the game of darts with a distinct lack of interest. While he's standing there, slouched, and waiting, his gaze roves, and he spots Edyis, at her table, all alone. It's not that so much as the pitcher of beer that seems to stir him into movement in her direction, slouching over and into a seat at the table as if he were expected. With a (entirely unapologetic) grin, he reaches for the pitcher of beer. Sweaty sailor far from home or not, his unapologetic grin is met with a slanted one from the Snowdrift wingrider. If he's not who she's waiting for it's impossible to tell given she offers him her warmest, "Look what the shipfish dragged in. I figured you'd be on a boat somewhere still, or do you winter here now?" Drex doesn't look dissuaded in the least by the lack of welcome from the brownrider. He seems to take the lack of attempt to stop him as tacit invitation, and just helps himself to a glass, into which he splashes a generous proportion of the pitcher's contents. "In winter?" his look is scathing. His, "That's dumb," might have been more descriptive if he didn't choose that moment to lift the glass and gulp down a generous portion. "Ugh. This is the tourist stuff. Don't you like, get paid a fuck ton or something?" She shrugs, lifting her own mug, setting it down just in time to burst out in hearty laughter at Drex's appraisal of the drink at hand. "If you mean what I get paid for wing duties, not really." She hedges still grinning. "I will try to remember to have a bottle of the really good stuff around next time I see you though." Whether she is serious or facetious is anyone's guess at this point. "What trouble have you been getting into lately?" After a long drink, she adds; "Anything fun?" Clearly, Drex believes she's just making fun of him with that comment about the good stuff, scowling and hunching into his seat. Mind, he's still drinking the beer, because while the Weyr might've introduced his palate to some finer things here and there, at his heart he's still a dirty pirate, and he'll never turn down free beer, no matter how cheap. "Why?" the latter's asked warily, staring at her a moment before he lifts and drops a shoulder in one smooth motion. "Aint much to do in winter, 'cept fuck and fight, am I right?" he smirks a little. "Got my girl pregnant again." Making fun or not making fun, she only smiles as he hunches into the seat with a scowl, dark eyes appraising at his 'why'. "Isn't it polite to make some sort of conversation with the people you are drinking with? Since I'm terrible at commenting on boobs - " the rest seems simple, at least in her head. As for what winter provides in terms of activities, the brownrider shrugs. "I suppose not. Seems like there's more fighting than fucking to be had of late?" It takes a minute for the word pregnant to register, and there's the faintest shake of her head. "Seems like you wind up with more of the former then." Blink. "You two happy? With having the little ones around I mean?" Caution mixed into her tone as sh studies him from over the rim of her glass. "Aint that civilized, I guess," is Drex's conclusion after a moment of blank staring. Maybe it's been a long day, or maybe he's trying at least, since -- after he scratches at himself for a moment, he grunts, "Aint across what anyone else is doing. Seems a waste of winter not to be fuckin', though," is the sailor's sage advice. It's the latter question that makes him scowl, "Aint nobody's but mine and my girls. What the fuck does it matter to you?" the hostility, while abrupt, isn't exactly out of character for him. "That's probably true." Edyis snorts into her glass in agreement of wasting winter. She mutters something inaudible into the glass before setting it back onto the table. The hostility might have been expected for all that her demeanor doesn't change, and the question is met with a lift of shoulders. "Just wonder sometimes what it's like is all." She brushes the answer off, or at least pretends to. Drex, true to form, shows no interest in the muttered comment. Instead, he reaches for the pitcher to refill his near empty glass, despite his earlier complaints about the quality. He gives the brownrider another look, still suspicious, and then, with reluctance, finally says, "Aint all harper stories and puppies." Her thumb traces the glass idly as she listens, a small nod given for the answer reluctantly given. When the pitcher is freed she claims it to refill her own mug. "But you were happy when she told you?" bracing her chin on one hand, elbow settling on the table. "Well," Drex frowns, scratches some more (the smell of him is probably growing more apparent as he does so), "I mean yeah. Ethran's growing up now. Be nice for him to have a little bro to look after." "Mm" Is Edyis's only answer. There's a moment where her expression goes distant, the tale tell sign of draconic communication. The mug is upended and the last of her beer chugged down unceremoniously, but the remainder of pitcher it would seem is left to the sailor's care. "Need to see a dragon about a man." She notes with a touch of humor. "Feel free to finish that off on your way to the baths." Snapping up her flight jacket, the words must serve as her farewell, since she's stepping off into the cold of the patio and the bowl beyond. There's a puzzled look from the sailor, as much for her words (apparently the joke falls flat to Drex's ears), as the comment about heading to the baths, "I aint--" Drex begins, with a sniff, and then a wrinkling of nose. And maybe, maybe, he does finish off the beer before he heads for the baths, but totally not because she suggested it, no. |
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