Logs:Got Game?
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| RL Date: 5 March, 2015 |
| Who: X'vae, Z'riah, Marn |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: X'vae and Z'riah are at a party. X'vae's ex is briefly at that party. Z'riah tries to hook X'vae up with a guy. |
| Where: Monaco Weyr |
| When: Day 5, Month 3, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Moriyah/Mentions, Xaerista/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Back-dated. |
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| It was supposed to be just a trip to Monaco to see Ris, but then Ris had convinced X'vae and Z'riah that attending one of the usual sort of bonfire parties was a good idea. They could reminisce over old times, have drinks, good chat with those they still wanted to keep up with, and so on. It might not have been a horrible idea if Moriyah hadn't made an appearance with her new beau. She didn't stay long. Just long enough to make sure she said hello and made sure X'vae knew exactly which bronzerider had taken his place with her. He's bourne it well, as anyone might expect so amiable a person to do, but once she'd gone, the bluerider had taken a bottle of the hard stuff and headed off down the beach, walking in the surf, barefooted, pants rolled up to his mid-calf. Surely, he expects to be followed, but it's always best to give him a little space before making the cheer-up approach. In fact, it will be X'vae who finally slows and glumly offers, "Drink, Zif?" pausing to extend the bottle back behind him without looking to the trailing greenrider. The trailing greenrider perks up to trot the few remaining paces between himself and his friend to take the bottle from him. "Thought you'd never ask," says Z'riah before taking a healthy drink and offering it back to X'vae. "Nice night out here," he adds in a way that's only a little bit nostalgic. Finally, "You wanna talk about it?" Normally, X'vae would have some dry humored remark on the weather, but not now. He grunts only, a noncommittal noise. Then, with a barely audible sigh, he answers, "I wanna forget her. I wanna erase her bootprints on my ragged heart." Maybe it's the weather and the moons reflecting on the ocean waves that make him something of a poet. Then again, he always is when he's in a manly sulk. "I think that's the best idea you've had in awhile, Xev." Z'riah walks along with the bluerider instead of slipping off behind now that they're talking. "Any ideas? New girlfriend? We can find someone way hotter than that guy." Z'riah had to have seen it coming, didn't he? That X'vae would answer with the words, "Just because that's what I want doesn't mean I can." He looks tortured a moment. It's required of all poets at one time or another. Today is just Xev's turn. "What do you mean that doesn't mean you can? What's stopping you?" It's definitely not him! Granted Z'riah is not the sort of man who keeps himself from things that he wants. When he can help it. "I think you've done your celibate thing for long enough now, Xev." "I mean I loved her, Zif. One doesn't just forget that. Not if it was real." It was real. At least, it was to X'vae, if no one else. He reaches out a hand in silent request for the bottle. He's silent some moments (drinking, if he has his way), but at least when he finishes he says, "Fuck. Maybe I have," been celibate for long enough; this admission, even if it's phrased as a maybe, counts as progress. "Not sure I even remember how to have game." He was only with Moriyah for six months, and yet, he doesn't seem to mean it as any kind of exaggeration. The bottle is all X'vae's. "I know you can't just forget it. But you learn how to function despite it. And you can't let it hold you back from living your life." Z'riah is sincere and serious in a way that he usually isn't. But then, he lives through his advice every day. "Besides, you didn't have game to begin with, so I think you'll be fine." There's the normal Z'riah. The normal Z'riah gets shoved, as he so rightly deserves, just one hand pressed to his shoulder, meaning to alter his path in the sand by a few paces, not anything more serious than that. "And I suppose you have game?" It's queried over the lip of the bottle before it's pressed to X'vae's own again. The greenrider takes his punishment in stride, trying not to grin too broadly as Z'riah returns to his position alongside the bluerider. "Of course I have game. But maybe you should just try your charms on some guys. You're hot enough that they'll just be happy you're willing." "I wouldn't even know where to begin with guys. Do they even flirt the same way?" Nevermind that X'vae has been besties with Z'riah forever and clearly he's seen the game in action before. He must know he's exaggerating at this point. "So going to teach me how to have game?" He inquires almost boredly after another swig. He might be kidding; this might be bait and switch, then again, he's had quite a lot of that bottle now; Z'riah might need to stop him before he lacks any chance of having game (except the game of 'unique places to puke'). "You know perfectly well how they flirt," Z'riah returns reaching to grab the bottle away from X'vae so he can have another drink. Maybe the rest of the drinks. He's not quite so far gone as the bluerider and he might need to be. "I don't know if game is something you can be taught. But you aren't gonna get anyone if you're moping around about some bitch who didn't appreciate you." The bottle comes to Z'riah, but so does X'vae. His hand doesn't move from the bottle, rather going with Z'riah's grab and helping lift it toward the greenrider's mouth as his free arm wraps around the greenrider's shoulders. "So do you want to fuck on the beach or in the water?" Deadpan. That's how men flirt, right? Don't worry, Z'riah, X'vae isn't that drunk. Z'riah chokes on the drink he was trying to take, spilling alcohol down the front of his shirt in the process. So smooth. "Fuck," he says through a cough, glaring at X'vae for a moment before stepping back to pull his shirt off, tucking enough of it into the back of his pants to keep track of it, and then he takes a proper drink. "There. Now just go try that on someone you'll actually fuck and your night should be set." It might not work very well on the sort of people X'vae would like to be with, granted. X'vae's arm obligingly retreats after slapping Z'riah on the back as 'help' for the coughing. "Careful, Zif, wouldn't want to give me a reason to give you mouth-to-mouth." The bluerider effects a leer and wiggles his brows in an appropriately smarmy way, though he's not looking by the time that Z'riah's shirt comes off, so he's probably as equally unserious about that as the rest. "I'm not sure I'd like taking a stranger who responded to that line to my bed. Not sure what I'd have to treat myself for in the morning." He gives the greenrider an amused look over his shoulder as he moves a little deeper into the shallows, continuing parallel to the water when it's up to his ankles. "You're an asshole," says Z'riah once he's got the tickle out of his throat. Booze out of his lungs. Same difference. "You'd rather take someone who said they didn't want to fuck you to your bed? That's kind of intense, Xev." His teasing is so very casual. "At least treating yourself for something would be more exciting than what you do with your dick right now. Except fuck you." Because clearly there's the implication there that Z'riah is a diseased slut. He keeps himself closer to the sand, his feet just getting wet, evidently no intention of following the bluerider any deeper. "You love me," X'vae replies confidently to the first, sparing the matter no mind before he's rolling his eyes. "Yes, that's it exactly. I want to take a girl that has no interest in getting off to my bed where we will lay, side by side, and never touch, for the rest of my turns. Obviously Riyah and I never got it on, what with the baby and all." That makes him sad, so the sarcasm abruptly stops. The baby that never was, except in Riyah's imagination and then his own hopes. The rest of the playfulness is lost to that sadness. Z'riah better act fact lest they lose X'vae to moody broody territory. He loves him too damned much. That's the whole problem with their relationship. "Dammit, no!" says Z'riah, stomping his way through the water toward X'vae, where he'll send a shove toward the bluerider's shoulder that shouldn't knock him over, but probably could, considering how much he's been drinking. "We came here to have fun and I'll be damned if you don't have any because of her. Let's go find someone to fuck you or I'll sharding well do it myself." This isn't the first time he's threatened as much. Stumble, fall, grab? Z'riah might go down with him into the water, his clothes (most of them anyway) quickly soaked through. Of course, this has X'vae laughing, so... mission accomplished? "Think there is anyone here who'd fuck me? That I'd want to fuck?" Z'riah is probably disqualified. There's a curse from the greenrider as he goes down, too, but he laughs right along with his friend even as he starting righting himself back to his feet. "Of course there's someone who'd fuck you. Someone worthy of your standards. I'll help you find them. But you might want to lay off the booze so you have a chance of getting it up for her." Z'riah, the best of best friends. X'vae rolls his eyes, but doesn't reply, instead reaching to snag the shirt that fell free of Z'riah's waistband and is now soaked. "You might have more game without this," he comments offhandedly as he gets to his feet and offers the item back to the greenrider before he's heading back toward the party. "We're not going to find her going that way," away from civilization and all. "Guess we'll see," says Z'riah as he takes the shirt and slings it over one shoulder. It's a few moments before he's following X'vae back toward the party, though, watching the bluerider, glancing out entirely too soberly over the water, then trotting to catch up. "If we find someone you really like, I'll even take her ugly friend." What he wouldn't give for hot, redheaded twins right now... "So kind of you," X'vae answers with mock sincerity. He's amused, but then Zif is his best friend and he wouldn't be if the bluerider didn't get and appreciate the greenrider's humor more often than not. "And if we find someone really hot, you'll school me and take her home yourself?" He half-guesses, half-accuses, still with that same humor. That's really not too far from the mark. But, then, that's why X'vae said it, right? Z'riah tries to look hurt, but he only ends up grinning. "Would it make you feel better if I promise to only set my sights on guys tonight?" No competition! "It might, if I didn't know you better." X'vae answers without reproach. "You, my friend, are a slave to beauty and that started even before you met Yizibeth. Remember Olaera?" Then, "Maybe I should set my sight only on guys tonight. Haven't been having luck with skirts for years." It's true, he traditionally picks horrible girlfriends. "Nope," he lies, "Can't say that I do." Lalala, Z'riah can't hear you. Not that the rest of what X'vae says is anything he wants to focus on, either. But what's a guy to do? "If you want a dude, we can probably find one that'd be willing to wear a skirt. Depends on if you want to fuck or be fucked." He should really get points for not sounding even a little bit jealous over the idea of sharing X'vae with other men. "No thanks," X'vae rejects the idea of skirted men out of hand before he laughs. "Only have experience with one side of the equation. Might need to be drunker." For what exactly? He doesn't now specify. "You don't need to be drunker," Z'riah tells him, the voice of experience. "But you'll probably have more luck as a top, anyway." That might just be bias on his own part. Either way, the greenrider is going to help his friend get some even if it means going without himself. The bonfire is still roaring and people still carousing about it in the flickering light. Some of them are familiar faces, and others wholly new. X'vae's casting gaze has him making noncommittal noises and a few outright refusals as his greenriding friend makes suggestions about recipients for their plethora of drunken game. "No," he says of a curvy blonde, sighing. It seems he might count himself out of the game before it's begun. Again. "You can't say no to everything, Xev. You aren't looking for a relationship." At least not according to Z'riah, who is never looking for a relationship and also not very picky when it all comes down to it. "What about that guy?" he says of a rangy but decent-looking young man standing a little awkwardly at the edge of the bonfire's light. "I'd top him." "He's not pretty," X'vae complains with a frown. He can find something wrong with each and every person Z'riah recommends. He can. He even might. "Besides, how do you even know he's not straight?" His brow might be accusing Z'riah of recommending people he's already quality tested. "What does it matter if he's pretty? You only have to look at the back of his head. Shards, you don't have to look at him at all if you just want him to blow you or something." Z'riah is not a romantic person, evidently. "And you know when you ask." Which he's becoming resigned to not happening no matter who he suggests. "Do you even want to do this, Xev? We can go home, if you'd rather. But I'm not gonna let you mope around." "Fine," X'vae has barely finished the word before he's stepping away from the greenrider and toward the man in question. His hands shoved into his pockets, shoulders hunched. Clearly this is a promising start. Maybe it will help him, in the dim light of the bonfire, that his shirt is clinging to his chest? If the man is even of that persuasion. "Hi," is a totally killer opening line, followed by the classic, "I don't think I've seen you before." Z'riah starts to follow X'vae, then pauses, then sort of starts again. But he only makes it a few steps before hesitating once more. He forgot the plan. Was he supposed to go with X'vae? For now he'll just watch from a short distance away, and listen. Nothing weird about that. By the time the rangy guy realizes it's him the bluerider is stalking up to, it's too late to do anything but smile about it. Awkwardly. Eyes just a little too big with a brief glance at the clingy shirt. "Hey," is returned in a nervous pitch. Then, "I don't think so. You, I mean. I don't think we've-- I've seen you. Either." "I'm Xev," the bluerider manages to fish a hand out of his pocket to offer over to the man. "I'm just visiting tonight." It's so awkward. "Having an okay time... here? With all the...?" Fire and booze and stuff, an arm gives an expansive gesture to include it all. "Hi." Wait. He said that already. "Uh. Marn," is offered as he accepts X'vae's hand. "Oh," for the just tonight, not entirely sure how he should react. "Yeah," is trying to be optimistic, though. "It's... great. I mean, I think my friend abandoned me. But she does that. Yours?" He asks with a glance over to where Z'riah is still trying to casually eavesdrop. The bluerider looks genuinely understanding for being abandoned; goodness knows Z'riah's done it to him. If he does it to him tonight, it's definitely X'vae's fault because he says, "Have you met Z'riah?" He even takes the two steps in the greenrider's direction needed to lean absurdly far to hook a hand around his arm and pull him toward Marn. "He hasn't abandoned me yet, but he's hoping to." He flashes a pleasant smile at both before he's stepping back. Maybe he doesn't have the guts. Or the stomach to genuinely try to get with poor Marn. Z'riah is torn about getting pulled closer, but he doesn't put up much resistance. His gaze settles more on X'vae than Marn, though, a little concerned about his friend. Especially when the bluerider steps back. "Xev." He sounds a little frustrated, but unsure of how to rectify the moment. Does X'vae want to be abandoned? Or is he supposed to follow him? Marn, of course, only knows what's on the surface. And the surface is looking kind of awkward. "Hi," he says to Z'riah, but he glances at X'vae, too. He's clearly missing something. "Drinks?" X'vae asks, with a pointed finger waving between the two and then himself. Answering for them, he says, "I'm goinna get us drinks." Hopefully, they're not thirsty, because this is X'vae abandoning ship. Izazeth will tell Yizibeth they're going home soon enough. So much for having game, playing the game, and definitely so much for sobriety. The hangover will be epic. |
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