Logs:Flirtations At Play
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| RL Date: 23 October, 2015 |
| Who: Jadzia, Rategar |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Jadzia's on the prowl. Rat doesn't become prey. |
| Where: Garden Patio Ledge, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 1, Month 2, Turn 39 (Interval 10) |
| OOC Notes: A little racy. |
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| It's that time of evening where all the chores are done and the candidates are running free before curfew. Rategar seems to be spending his out on the patio ledge, hanging in one of the darker corners with a single filled mug sitting right in front of him. He deft shuffles a deck of cards at the small table in the meantime as he watches people walk on by. It seems to be entertaining him, for now. Jadzia has been inside, presumably, since it's from the Snowasis that she emerges, double-fisting a mug of ale and a glass of something that's probably a bit stronger than that. Her cheeks are flushed, but whether it's from the heat of the bar or the alcohol she's already consumed isn't very clear. She takes a deep breath once the cooler air hits her face, closing her eyes for a moment and then moving along to find herself somewhere to sit. There's a glance over Rategar in his corner, and his empty chair. She even heads that way, but it's toward a nearby table that she ultimately swerves. When Jadzia emerges and swerves on by pass him, Rat is watching. His hand casually grips his mug without lifting it as he watches where she angles herself, and when she's pass his table, "My chair is empty," the candidate offers in his Bitran accent and misshapen nose, his white knot in stark contrast with the rest of what he's wearing. "It would grieve me to see a woman drinking alone." His voice makes Jadzia glance back at him with a half smile that might be considered flirty. "Would it really? Grieve you?" she wonders as she slowly turns her path toward him, pulling the chair out a little further with her foot when she reaches it, then moving just so to settle down without putting her drinks on the table. "Not sure you should be giving all that much thought to women, sweetie," she adds with a nod toward his knot, her own attached to her unfastened flight jacket. "I was brought up right," Rat says on her first, leaning back to look at her face. Once she's sitting, he look briefly down at his knot before he states, "I'll always give thought to any women. Any man my age would be a fool not to. Makes more sense if I was much younger like my fellows back at the barracks," with a nod in the barracks' direction. "They're all worried about dances and looking pretty out on the sands." There's a sniff to that. Jadzia studies the bulky man for several moments, either curious or trying to decide if she ought to find somewhere else to sit, no doubt. But she only moves to swallow the contents of her glass and lift it to him afterwards before setting it on the table. "I can pretty much guarantee you that they won't be worried about any of that once they're out there. And not after, either, if they end up with a little baby dragon in their head." She's grinning after, like she likes the idea of their inevitable pain just a little bit. "Granted, half of them are around 15 turns old," Rat says as he finally lifts his mug up to take a drink. "I don't think they're thinking about what to expect out there. I don't much either, other than what they tell us. They're saying it's any day now." Setting the mug down as he eyes that shoulderknot, "Name's Rat," he gives now, meeting her gaze. "Bet you know all about what to expect, right?" "I've been through it, sure. But enough of them know what to expect on the sands, anyway. Don't know if they've brought any new ones in since Niahvth's hatched." Jadzia shrugs to go along with those words; she doesn't care much about the candidates as a whole, evidently. "You should expect not getting enough sleep for awhile. At least you look strong enough. Not sure how much stamina you have under those muscles. If only you weren't a candidate." So innocent. "Usually don't need sleep," is Rat's counter, and something she says draws short laughter from him. His head angling a bit as he takes her in, "And, I've got enough stamina. I haven't heard any complaints. You're going to tell me your name, rider, or does that only come with the proof of stamina that a poor candidate like me can't give?" There's a slight smile attached with that as he drinks. "Bullshit. Everyone needs sleep." She'll still grin at him, though, amused or something like it. "I'm Jadzia. Savroveth's. If I required proof, you wouldn't be able to groan my name. And that'd be a shame. Kind of a shame that you can't, as it is. You look like you might be fun to take out for a ride." Alas. Jadzia will have to content herself with a drink from that mug of hers. "Fine. A little sleep," Rat corrects, that smile of his growing. "Jadzia. A pleasure. Groan your name, huh?" There's a pause as if he's considering that, idly playing with the handle of his mug while doing so before he takes a drink, then sets it down and says, "Well, hold on, now. I am fun to take out for a ride. Once those eggs crack, I have that number of chances to find something out there. If I don't...." Well. His gaze turns meaningful in the pause that follows, full of sensual promise. "And even then....with time....I like a woman that's straight-forward," he admits now, nodding. "Most here haven't been welcoming to me." "Here's to none of those eggs cracking for you, then," she teases with a slight lift of her mug. "And if they do, I guess we'll just have to see how interesting you still are when you've got a place of your own. I have to admit, there's something kind of hot about a man with a green in his head. Savroveth is pretty fond of them, too. The greens, I mean. So make sure you draw those ladies in, will you?" Rat brings his mug up with hers in a toast before drinking as he says, "I'm hot regardless of what sort of dragon that might end up in this here head," and he taps the side of his head with one finger. "What's your interest in male greenriders, anyway? That's a kink I haven't heard of before. Not that I'm expecting a little green to come running my way, either." There's a look given to Jadzia for that from the candidate. "Besides, don't want a lady in my head. Rather be between a lady's legs if I have any say in it." He drains his mug finally. "It's hardly a kink," is all that Jadzia will offer about that, sly little smirk notwithstanding. "And you don't need to know which ones I'll claim until you can put them to use." If she manages to brush the toe of her boot against his calf, well, maybe it's just because he has long legs and they're in her way. "Anyway, if it's a lady's legs you want between, I'm probably not what you're looking for." Rategar seems well aware of all the flirtations in play, and so when her boot manages to brush his calf, "Keep it up and I'll take you right here and get kicked out of candidacy. All because of you and your seductive ways. I'm a candidate." He doesn't even sound outraged, either. Jadzia's last, though, has him sweeping an up and down look before he puts in, "You're a lady, aren't you? If not a lady, then who?" "Oh, you wouldn't get kicked out of candidacy. It's not like I'd tell anyone. I certainly wasn't chaste and proper my whole candidacy." Or you know, ever, probably. Jadzia shifts so she's not touching him, though. "I am a dragonrider. Ladies are women who flounce around in dresses and titter about boring gossip over weak wine." Laughing, seeming delighted by her responses, "Oh I like you," Rat decides to say, voicing his assessment. Leaning forward, "Well. I'm tempted, fucking believe me. Nothing turns me on more than a dragonrider-lady that's brave enough to hunt for what she wants. I stand corrected. You're certainly not like the ladies I know back in Bitra, Jadzia." Jadzia is grinning, biting her lip against saying anything even more tempting than she already has. "We're not a rare species around here. I'm sure you'll run into more of us." Perhaps the others are just smarter about trying to tempt candidates away into the night. "Unfortunately for you, handsome, I'm gonna have to take my hunt elsewhere. You don't mind if I picture you instead of him, do you? At least a little bit?" Whoever ends up taking his place in her plans, obviously. "Hasn't been my luck," Rat says, shaking his head. "I was starting to blame all the bitchiness on the mountain weather. Glad to see that's not completely the case." But she's preparing to leave, and the candidate tries to reach out to snag the closest arm none too roughly as he answers her with, "Picture me all you want, long as I get to do the same," presumably, alone. "How about leaving me with a taste? A promise?" Blue eyes drop momentarily to her lips. Playful. The brownrider doesn't seem surprised when he catches her arm. Does he notice how she reflexively starts to twist toward the weakest part of his grip before she stops herself? She's probably hoping he doesn't. His suggestion makes Jadzia's grin turn markedly less innocent, if there was any there to start with. She rises, watching him, not pulling away but rather moving closer. Close enough to lift a leg over his lap and settle down in an easy straddle, pushing the table back as much as necessary to make room for her. "You're between my legs," she murmurs as she's leaning in tease his lips with hers. Rategar may have notice the move of her arm, but he appears far too intent on her gaze to do anything about it. Rather, he shifts and leans back as Jadzia straddles him, his arms coming to wrap about her waist reflexively. That he's pleasantly surprised is obvious, her murmured words get an equally murmured, "You are," before he's leaning forward to draw that mouth of hers into - the taste of ale on his tongue. Luckily for Rat, Jadzia is quite fond of ale. And tongues. And ale-flavored tongues. She's not a shy woman, but he probably worked out that much already. The way she kisses him, the eager but barely audible moan against his mouth, is probably meant to be more tempting than anything she could have said to him. Her hips shift against his lap, and then they go still. She leans back, licking her lips, smiling. "I hope you think about how much better I'd feel than your hands." Rat has managed to work out a lot of things in a short amount of time, and it shows. He's a willing participant in the kiss, seeming to take as much and offer as much as she's willing. Strong arms hold her waist to him as her hips shift against him, and his exhale is probably felt more than heard. It prompts him to lengthen the kiss, to explore her mouth before she leans back and breaks it off. "Tease," he states to her words, his eyes having already shifted to pools of red-blooded lust after that. "I'll have a hard time getting that out of my mind, already." Looking down at her hips, then briefly about them at those on the patio ledge, "Mmm. You should come find me," he suggests, slowly removing his arms from about her so that she can move. "If there's nothing for me out there. Or even if there is. I don't know. If you remember me." She doesn't move right away when he lets go of her hips, smiling at him like she might want to kiss him again. "You can be sure I'll keep my eye on you." Jadzia rises, then, dismounting with the sort of ease one would expect in a rider. She picks up her mug, then her glass. "Good luck out there, Rat. Don't forget about the greens," is probably more teasing than anything as she starts to turn away to head back into the Snowasis. And, hey, if Rategar doesn't leave immediately, he might even get a glance at the prey she'll inevitably be leading back out into the bowl. "Thanks," Rategar offers back once she steps away, the candidate collecting his mug. "See you around, Jadz." Yeah, he shortened her name. He watches her ass leave his table, too, as he lifts the empty mug to his mouth only to find it empty. He peers into the mug before he's up, aiming to deposit the mug and be on his way - but not without catching that glimpse of the prey she does inevitably snag for the night. |
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Alida (18:15, 24 October 2015 (PDT)) said...
Good to see Jadzia back in action, again! ;D
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