Logs:Cocktails and Whisky
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| RL Date: 13 April, 2013 |
| Who: K'del, R'co |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: K'del joins R'co for a catch up drink. They talk leadership (or lack thereof). It gets awkward. |
| Where: Garden Patio Ledge |
| When: Day 4, Month 7, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Warm sunshine and cloudless skies make for a beautiful day and pleasantly warm evening. A breeze tempers the heat with no humidity lingering in the air. |
| Mentions: Azaylia/Mentions, Aishani/Mentions, Taikrin/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Fudged the time a little on this one. Game time was actually 3.50am. |
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| Garden Patio Ledge, High Reaches Weyr Partly sheltered by the curving stone overhang, partly exposed to the weather, the wide stone patio serves as a balcony for socializing or just plain drinking on a sizable scale. The repurposed ledge might once have let two large dragons land, but now there's too much furniture for that: two rustic tables with attendant chairs, plus a couple more in particularly good weather, and a wrought iron bench situated to make the most of the view of the western bowl and the lake beyond. Other changes include rough little niches carved out of the stone walls to hold glows in colored bottles at night, the climbing plant that's being trained to grow up along the overhang, and the blue ceramic pots of flowers that dot the edge of the ledge as a colorful reminder not to fall off. An archway leads to the Snowasis itself, housed in the ledge's former weyr, while a few wide steps descend along the wall to the bowl. The night is balmy, as far as those in the 'Reaches go; clear skies form a star-studded canopy over the Weyr, perfect for sitting under and enjoying a drink. Which, as it happens, is exactly what R'co is doing. The night is still young enough for there to be a good few people sharing space on the patio, though far gone enough for there to be a near-constant stream of people heading off to nocturnal activities elsewhere. One shorts-clad, shirt-wearing blonde brownrider is leaning up against a table, not sitting despite there being several empty chairs around it. He's staring up at the sky as he sips a fruity-looking cocktail though a straw, occasionally tossing his head to clear his ashy fringe from his eyes. K'del's a less frequent visitor to the Snowasis, these days, and for no apparent reason-- he just seems to be at the Weyr less often, and when he is around, he's more likely to be doing Important, Serious Things. But it's a beautiful night, and perhaps that's what's drawn him out here, for once, to climb up the stairs at a low, idle gait, and meander past various tables. Evidently he catches sight of R'co out of the corner of his eye, because he slows as he wanders past that table, giving the brownrider a contemplative glance. A pretty night sky isn't enough to keep R'co's attention away from an approaching fellow blonde, and his gaze naturally slips from the stars above to regard K'del with interest when he comes by. The glance is returned with a pout when the bronzerider doesn't stop, and so he wiggles his fingers in a greeting wave. "K'del. Swear on Dev's" which sounds like 'Dave's', "egg, you've got even taller." Now, K'del does stop, but it's mostly so that he can get a better look at R'co, presumably to place the face-- it seems to take him a few moments. "DIdn't you-- I---" He stops. "Not since I was sixteen, I'm pretty sure. You're, uh, what's-his-name." His expression is apologetic: he knows this! He's just... forgotten. "Rocco, then. R'co, now." Not that there's much difference. The brownrider looks up at the other, smiling brightly. "I did live here, if that's what you were going to ask? The lack-of-leadership allowed me to transfer back. Though... well, I probably oughtn't let them hear me say that, should I? Faranth forbid I get one of the not-so-dynamic duo down on my arse. I'm sure it'd never survive it." He snorts in amusement. "Would you like a drink? Or are you meeting someone inside?" It doesn't take much: 'lack-of-leadership' has K'del abruptly smiling-- nah, grinning-- in a way that half the Weyr could swear is completely unusual for the former-Weyrleader, these days. "No," he says. "I'm not meeting anyone. Sure-- a drink. R'co. Right. Remember--" Whatever it is he remembers, he doesn't specify, but he smiles, amused, all the same. "And no, you shouldn't let them hear you say that. They took D'nis' knot; pretty sure they can do worse to people without the fancy ones, if they choose." Patting the tabletop beside him, R'co offers K'del a place to lean. A waitress is waved over, and drink orders taken. "I have to say, home has changed considerably since I left. Two women in charge can hardly be good for things, even if one's... well. Taikrin. I've not met her yet, of course, but oh, the stories." Every emphasised word comes with a little swish of his hand, to really drive the point home. "There are so many stories. Though, I have to say, Aishani didn't quite live up to all of what I'd heard." The swishing gives K'del pause, but the bronzerider hesitates only for a moment before finding himself a more comfortable leaning position up against the table, his hand lingering upon the back of one of the chairs. "Ah," he says. "That's the thing. Aishani's got a good face to put on things; it's part of her cover. Still, she's not to be trusted. You would remember, I think, what her family put us through." It's a long time ago, now, but K'del? He has not forgotten. "Taikrin's more obvious. It doesn't take much to see through her bravado." "I have vague memories, darling, but honestly, I was already at the Hall then. I would only come back when my mother brought me, and it was hardly something she'd talk to with my -- I might've been 13? -- my 13-turn old self. Of course, news travels, and I'm quite sure the memory's still strong for those who were there." R'co sips at his drink, turning his gaze skyward again. "You were Weyrleader, then? I can't remember the exact timing of things... though it was around then, wasn't it?" 'Darling'. It makes K'del twitch, just slightly, but he's obviously trying not to let it bother him. "Was Weyrleader then," he confirms, his voice kept low. "Barely. Seventeen turns old." At least he doesn't say that as though it is an excuse. "Anyway, doesn't matter. She is who she is. Both of them will be replaced in short order." R'co doesn't notice the twitch, as he's far more interested in watching the stars - until their drinks arrive. He holds up his new cocktail, to hopefully clink the glass off K'del's. "Mmm, I'm quite sure they will. There's any number of options for the male counterpart, of course. Where do your marks lie?" Now he looks sideways (and upwards, given their height difference) at the bronzerider, with a neutral enough smile - though for all it lacks warmth, it's not exactly cold, either. "I'm assuming, of course, that you mean Azaylia will take charge - unless there's a third weyrwoman, that I know nothing of?" K'del's drink is straight whisky, perhaps deliberately manly in comparison to those cocktails. "It's certainly my hope that Azaylia will become our Weyrwoman," he confirms, carefully. "In my opinion, she's the best choice of the two." He clinks his glass with R'co, but he's cautious about it-- and he doesn't answer that first question, perhaps far too obviously deliberate in doing so. "Of course, I've only been back for two shakes of a lamb's tail, but I would absolutely agree with you - though I certainly wouldn't say no to a post-flight tumble with Aishani. There's something quite delicious about her, in that 'I'll eat you alive' sort of way." R'co purses his lips thoughtfully, raising his glass to them but not drinking. "You'll be around constantly, I assume, when they're showing signs of flying? Do they show signs? I'm quite unfamiliar with them." The line of K'del's lips tightens. "Wish you the best of luck with Aishani," he says, his words quietly clipped, and abruptly far less friendly. "We'll chase," he adds, a moment later. "They'll show signs. There are always some, if you know what to look for." His gaze shifts away, turning off towards the other tables, and the warm light spilling out from the Snowasis proper. R'co now looks at K'del properly, that change in delivery and demeanour enough to warrant an examination. "It would be far more enjoyable, of course, if she were to leave her personality behind. Given your history, though, I can understand why you'd perhaps be reluctant to, ah... oh, never mind." He waves his hand dismissively. "I do believe the skies will be rather crowded whenever whichever one of them rises first goes up. It's quite the desireable knot nowadays, from what I understand." K'del turns his glass in his hand, focusing on it, now, instead of on anyone else, and especially instead of R'co. Carefully, "High Reaches will get a proper Weyrleader, in time. That's all there is to say about that, for now. Rather not... speculate on any more of the particulars. If you'll excuse me? There's something else I do need to attend to." "All in good time, naturally." R'co raises his glass in agreement. "Absolutely, doll. It's so nice to have caught up with you, but I wouldn't want to monopolise you, now, would I?" He gives a trouty little smile, looking towards the Snowasis himself. "I shan't keep you, of course. Though do let's catch up again sometime soon? It's been wonderful." K'del's smile is wan; barely present. "Right," he agrees, attempting to make the word sound more forceful and genuine than it ends up coming across. He's quick - so quick - to draw himself away from the table, and hurry off down the stairs again, drink still in hand. Pathetic. |
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Comments on "Logs:Cocktails and Whisky"Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Mon, 15 Apr 2013 04:56:40 GMT.
*chokes* I just... K'del. Choosing a MANLY drink to combat a little of R'co's... swish, shall we say. I feel like this is a rooster versus a peacock. x3 Who will manage to catch the golden (pea)hens?!
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