Logs:Fresh Meat
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| RL Date: 19 April, 2013 |
| Who: I'zech, Jo |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Outside the Weyr, Jo runs into an old clutchmate. The two catch up and it seems like no time has passed. |
| Where: Rusty Nail, High Reaches area |
| When: Day 22, Month 7, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| OOC Notes: Some raunchy talk. There's a girl doing stuff... |
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| It's a dark and dirty night at the Rusty Nail. The good weather has people feeling extra rowdy, like they need to get the hedonism out of their systems before the short summer ends and they're back to the dreary misery of winter before anyone blink. And so the liquor is flowing and the hands are grabbing barmaids and rough voices are raised over cards and drinks. Some nights are surlier than others; tonight, for the moment, things are feeling a bit more indulgent. I'zech has staked himself out a nice table in the corner, his attention more on the bar as a whole than the blonde bit of something under his arm, doing her best to act like she doesn't give a shit between rather simpering attempts to snag his attention. Her hand looks to be in his lap and it's not still. Dark and dirty seems to be what's on the menu tonight, for the notorious trio - Jo, Kaitlin and M'ron - are appearing on the threshold in their leathers and a jaunty mood. M'ron with his beefy arm about Kait's shoulders is steering them both inside towards the crowded counter, and Jo is slower to follow behind. Since they're obvious regulars, it takes them a awhile to cross the place with greets being slung back and forth from other patrons. A pretty redhead barmaid's kissing the bluerider on the cheek and is using her tray to steer the three of them further along towards the counter. Once there, Jo stakes out a spot to lean her elbows back against after she opens her jacket that reveals her white tank top, and she takes hr time slowly scanning the crowd and tables while her friends busies themselves ordering drinks. I'zech is still largely ignoring his, er, date, though there is a little furrow of his brow that seems to be precipitated by how active her arm is. But he's watching the room, dark glance skimming from one rowdy table to the next, and then to the three riders as they make their way toward the bar. When he sees Jo taking her own scan of the room, he lifts his chin and, barely, a hand, as if that's all it will take to catch her eye. His mouth curves into a mirthless smirk. And the blonde next to him, daft as she appears to be, giggles like she's doing something right. With M'ron and Kaitlin occupied with getting them all drinks, it doesn't take too long before Jo's gaze connects with I'zech's. She regards him with an unreadable expression as she seems to take him in - or rather, take in him with the pretty blonde on his arm. It only takes a split-second decision before she's elbowing Kait in the side and stating to them both, "See an old friend of ours. Be right back." Then she's away from the counter, weaving through the crowd with her huntress gait before she finds his table only paces away. It's only now that her gaze drops towards the rigorous movement of the blonde woman's arm, being hidden well by the table, but Jo's not daft. Lips quirk up as she deliberately slides a look onto the bronzeriding clutchmate before she closes the distance and drops into the chair directly across from them. Arms folding, "I see we're up to old tricks, still," is her greeting, her voice pointedly honeyed before she turns it on the blonde before she drops to her in particular, "He hasn't spilled, yet? That must mean he's just not that into ya, darlin'." Hi! I'zech waves some fingers at the blonde. "Cool it a minute," he tells her, slowing and then stilling her active, hidden hand. She's looking a bit stern as Jo shows up, like she's ready to defend her claim on the man who hasn't yet properly looked at her. She seems, however, like she's about assume some kind of kinship with Jo, chin coming up to ready a jaunty reply, like the lack of spilling is some kind of defect on I'zech's part and the girls can laugh about it. But that's before the bluerider finishes and the blonde's mouth falls open. I'zech, however, is just caught in that smirk at Jo, knowing and wicked and shameless. "Practice makes perfect," he remarks. The girl isn't entirely sure how to take that and looks like she might be reaching for his lap again, which finally does prompt him to give her a look. Really? And then, to Jo, he asks, "You want some?" He lifts his beer to take a few long swallows, but it's unlikely he's offering his drink. Now the blonde is more thoroughly confused and falls back to being defensive. "Who are you?" she asks Jo with a challenge in her eyes. "So ya settled for teachin these girls, rather than just stickin' to ones that know what ya like, then?" Jo counters that first, head tilting a bit as she regards them both. When I'zech asks, there's that smile so full of suggestive trouble that it should be answer enough, but as she watches him drink, "Want some? Looks like she has ya covered for the night, buster," is her response to that. "Just thought I'd come over here, since we haven' run into each other in ages. It's Jo," this last is being sent to the blonde, and her gaze is openly, perhaps deliberately leery at her. "I'm an old friend of yer man, here. And you are?" Since introductions are at hand. "I like 'em a little raw," I'zech puts in before another slug of beer. It's draining quickly enough, now that he's remembered it, and so he lifts the nearly empty glass for someone to notice and rectify. Maybe that redhead who was kissing on Jo. No? Oh, well, it's a busy night. Anyway, during that time, the blonde identifies herself as, "Colia." And Colia seems to be rather pleased that Jo would call I'zech her man. And I'zech will just let her go on believing that, even if he answers Jo with, "I wasn't talking about me." Ah, memories, dark twisted memories that make his cold grin spread wide and menacing. He gestures Colia toward the bar. "Go get me a glass, huh?" She nods happily and starts to slide away, and it probably says something that I'zech is compelled to add, "Of beer." Nevermind her. "How've you been?" he asks the bluerider. "Yeah, I can see that," Jo is quick to answer that first, eyes boring into Colia. Her gaze returns to I'zech when he brings up memories - dirty, dirty memories, in fact - that the ex-con is rumbling her amusement at the back of her throat. "Been a while for that," she notes in a drawl, her chin lifting. "Bet somethin' like that would be too much for ya now, havin' to babysit weyrlings for much of yer days." Yeah, she's heard. As Colia does as she's told, "Feelin' suddenly charitable? Or was this some sort of punishment by our dearest Weyr for bad behavior?" Lips even curl at the last two words, like it was alluding to nefarious memories still. To the last, there's a light shrug and a, "Ain' dead, so that must mean somethin'. Keepin' busy as always. If it ain' drills, it's business. If it ain' business, then it's my hand up some woman's skirt. What about ya, I'zech? Fancy meetin' ya here, all of a sudden. Where ya been keepin' yer head down at for the last turn?" I'zech arches a brow. "Oh yeah, babysitting all day." Like that would stop him. "Of course, well, it might be too wild for you now, since I hear you're basically married now. Won't be long until you're popping 'em out, huh?" He lifts a hand to scrub it through his hair. "Some kind of punishment. I think they're trying to spin it as a 'last chance', though. Chance at what? Damned if I know." But he glances at that curl of her lip. "I think, if they were worried about that behavior, they'd not want me anywhere near all those..." He flexes his fingers in the air, a shape that might fit around a slim arm. "Fresh weyrlings." He shakes his head and shifts in his seat to get comfortable now that there's no hand in his lap. "That's not what I hear. I hear the skirt doesn't have the same allure for you these days, that you've gone soft." He sucks a little air through his teeth. "Flaccid Jo." It's a shame. "Oh is that what ya heard?" Jo's tone dangerously sweet despite the hard gaze she's giving him now. "Do I look like someone that pops out somethin' that's not a knife? Or have ya forgotten how skilled I can be with a blade?" Words so sweet before she tacks on, "Ain' nothin's wild for me and ya know it. I'm still a sweet piece. So, what the fuck did'ja do, huh, to get saddled up with fresh meat? Felt up a weyrwoman somewhere?" She can really go all night like this. His last though has her slowly shaking her head from side to side, her gaze narrowing a fraction at the bronzerider. "I'm about as flaccid as yer are right this second, since yer girl there hasn' finished the job properly," and there's a slight smirk on her face for that. "Ya know shit about me and what I do in my weyr, I'zech. As always. When will ya learn that I can have a man on my arm and still nick more women than ya at the end of the seven? Men as well. Only thing soft on me are my tits. I'm sure ya remember." Glancing briefly over her shoulder then, "Ya should go say hi," she notes, indicating M'ron and Kaitlin. "And buy yer old clutchmate a stiff drink for her troubles of bein' cruelly teased by ya." "Mm, I heard you been shacking up all regular-like," I'zech rumbles out. But she goes asking about what he did to get saddled with the barracks and the bronzerider's gaze drifts off to the side, some table, some group of unfamiliar and familiar faces, the spittle flying as two men talk animatedly about some mundane triumph during their day. "I can think of a few weyrwomen I wouldn't mind getting my hands on," he admits dully. "But no. Just usual shit, showing up late, talking out of turn." Though it's rather grossly downplayed from 'not showing up at all' and 'badmouthing the Wingleader's ladyfriend' and so on and so forth. The sly look comes back, though, when she mentions how flaccid he probably is not. "Why don't you crawl under the table there and finish me off then?" What's visible of his posture promises that he's just made room for her between his knees and his eyes shift from her face to her chest, narrowing in thought. "Are they getting bigger?" he wonders dryly, mouth twisting like he's not just playing. And then the dark glance lifts to her again and he smirks at her, suddenly rousing from his recline. "I should," go check in on M'ron and Kaitlin. But he pauses before actually standing up. "Business is good, yeah?" he checks. Colia comes back then, slipping back into her seat and setting his drink in front of him. She looks a little worried about his apparent intent to leave and she eyes Jo suspiciously. With a look, "If that's the sort of things ya been hearin' about me lately," Jo notes dryly, leaning an arm on the back of her chair, "then it sounds like ya been stalkin' me. Ya been stalkin' me, I'zech, cuz ya miss me? It's not like the location of Tac's ledge has changed in over a turn that ya could've stopped by." She snorts at the answer given on what he did to get punished, the bluerider stating, "And this usual shit got ya landed with babies. Bet that's not what ya had in mind when ya Impressed into this life." But then, in typical fashion he's saying the next and her gaze drops to what she can see of him before the table cuts him off from view. Meeting his gaze, "And ruin yer obvious date?" Hand pressing on her chest in a overly-dramatic gesture, "What would Colia think of me?" Hand drops along with the act right after, replaced by a smirk and a, "Ya don' bail on a friend for over a turn and then expect her to get on her knees to finish off someone else's job in a dirty dive. For shame." Jo, proverbial moral highroad, it looks like. And then she lifts fingers to slide the opening of her jacket apart just a bit more to show I'zech the curve of her breasts for his next, not gracing that with a verbal answer apparently. She doesn't get up when he does, though, remaining laid back in her chair even as Colia returns. "Business is good," she confirms it, regarding Colia closely. "Always good. Tryin' to be more local now, since the hatchin'. Go see M'ron, Kait," she encourages easily. "Come back with drinks. I'll keep Colia, here, company." The purr is almost fullo-on predatory. "You weren't exactly sniffing around my ledge either," I'zech remarks, pretty much unmoved by all her needling after the way he must have missed her and the time that's passed. Jo's comments about 'this life' earn her a pretty snotty look, but it passes shortly enough. When Colia sits, he takes her by the back of the neck so he can lean in and whisper something in her ear, a hard look passed across the table to Jo while Colia's blinks in surprise. He flashes a chilly smile when the exchange is over and then, for business, pauses again, this time to say, "You'll have to tell me about it sometime." Not something he's asked before. But he heads off to the bar to make his greetings to M'ron and Kait. Meanwhile, Colia rather nervously attempts to flirt with Jo, even if her eyes are regularly looking for the bronzerider, even after it become apparent that he's left without saying goodbye. At least he did have a drink sent over to Jo. "Yer suggestin' I was doin' it so much before?" Jo counters, it almost being a tease on ledge sniffing. Tsking, "I ain' around the Weyr that much, darlin'," she admits rather blithely now. "Ya needed a quickie or somethin', I'm sure Rojeth knows how to call Tac out." Then Colia's there and he's saying something to her with that look that has Jo eyeing her hard now before it looks like I'zech was leaving the table after all. She returns his chilly smile sardonically along with a "I'll be sure to," in response to his next, and she watches him head towards M'ron and Kaitlin - with the latter trying to drape herself over the man as they make their greeting in return. Jo keeps watching them as she seems to ignore Colia's flirting attempts, and she abruptly turns an eye on the blonde as she asks, "What did he tell ya?" Then the drink arrives. Colia looks a little embarrassed, but she manages to explain that he said it was important to him that she do whatever Jo wants her to do. Maybe Jo can consider it a gift to make up for all that silence. After a few minutes with M'ron and Kaitlin, I'zech is nowhere to be found. By the look on her face, one would think Jo almost feel bad for the blonde sitting before her. When she's told what was said, she takes the drink and guzzles most of it down in one sitting. If she finds those words curious, she seems to be keeping that to herself. The next time she turns to eye her friends, she sees that I'zech is gone and a quick scan of the crowds suggest him to be nowhere in sight. So, finally, "Look, darlin', ya ain' gotta feel me up under the table tonight or anything," she tells Colia then, perhaps to allay her anxiety. Raising her half-empty glass as if to get the attention of the barmaid, "We can just drink, and we can talk until my friends join us. Ya wanna go chase after him, be my guest." That glass is briefly tilted in Colia's direction in a sort of toast, and she settles in her chair to get more comfortable as she waits for her friends to arrive. |
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Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Sun, 21 Apr 2013 22:46:19 GMT.
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HA! I'zech and Jo are friggin' filthy and I love it. I always like seeing how instas are reintroduced, and what ties they had with already known characters. Needless to say, not surprised I'zech is familiar with Jo, M'ron and Kaitlin. xD A fun read.
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