Logs:Kinda Weird
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| RL Date: 13 December, 2009 |
| Who: Ch'son, Kash |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Chaes and Kash flirt over ice cream. |
| Where: Glass Fountain, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 14, Month 6, Turn 21 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: K'del/Mentions |
| Nakasha sits in one of the booths, hunched heavily over the edge of the table as though she's trying to avoid being seen - but she's hard to miss if one sees her from the side, given that she's probably enormously close to full-term in her pregnancy, if she isn't there already. The girl has an enormous bowl of dessert in front of her, which she's eating with relish, spoonful after spoonful of cream, ice cream, various sauces and meringues disappears into her mouth. There's even a blob of whipped cream on her nose. A dainty bronze firelizard lands with a scratching thud on the other side of the table from Nakasha and a chirp follows shortly as he eyes the bowl of ice cream. He's wearing a tiny approximation of straps, a metal breastplate with some shiny but relatively inexpensive jewel in the center, and he's polite enough in that he only stares and chatters away rather than trying to get his nose in there without invitation. "He botherin' you?" comes Ch'son's voice soon enough and the Istan rider switches his glass from one hand to the other, readying it to push the 'lizard off the table with a word. The firelizard seems to surprised Nakasha more than anything else; it's enough that her spoon pauses halfway to her mouth, some of the ice cream sliding sloppily towards the table as it hangs there. It's not until Ch'son's approach that she turns her attention away, eyebrows raising as she considers the rider, this time. "No," she assures him, face lighting with a bright smile. "Unless he has /actual/ designs on my ice cream, he's fine. Though I'm likely to defend this dessert with my life, so... Well. Be aware of that." Ch'son pushes the firelizard anyway but not quite off the table. Just enough to grab his attention back and give him a scolding look. "Should be good, then. He don't actually like sweets. Think he just forgets, time t'time." He pauses, considering the girl from where he stands near the table. An easy smile spreads across his face and he stops himself from reaching toward her face, gesturing to his own nose instead, "Y'got some-- Do you want me to get you a napkin?" Nakasha gives Ch'son a funny look as he gestures towards his nose, but comprehension seems to dawn a moment or two later, because she rubs at her own nose with the back of her hand, clearing most of the cream away that way, though it surely leaves her hand sticky. Which would be why she wipes /that/ on her skirt, below the table. "Thanks," she says, easily dismissing the need for a napkin with a cheery smile. "Guess firelizards wouldn't like sweets much, would they? Like dragons. All about the meat and whatever. He can stay, then. Cute little thing." "Right," Ch'son says with a grin for the way that she gets rid of the cream and for a moment after that he just stands there. A quick glance around is offered before he gestures at the seat across from her, "D'you mind if I? Might as well stay and keep an eye on him, aye?" Being called cute makes Fetch puff up a little, his position more obviously posing. "Some of 'em like sweets. Dragons, too. That's Fetch, by the way. And I'm Chaes." Pause. "Ch'son." It takes Nakasha no time at all to make a decision and wave Ch'son into that spare seat, saying, "Please. As long as you keep an eye out for me, and let me know if a grey-haired woman who otherwise looks a bit like me comes in the door?" Her smile attempts to make that seem like a perfectly normal request, as the girl goes back to licking her spoon, and then diving back into the dessert in front of her. "Nice to meet you both, Chaes and Fetch. I'm Kash. Nakasha. But Kash, generally." "I can do that," the bronzerider says with a grin, glancing toward the door just to make sure this grey-haired woman isn't on her way right this moment as he settles himself into the seat. His glass of something amber-y is set down carefully and Fetch's attention is drawn enough to look in there with disappointment before returning his attention to the girl and making quiet noises as though he's carrying on his own conversation with her. "Definitely well met, Kash. I like that." Then he gestures at her dessert, "Are you not 'sposed to be eatin' that or something?" Nakasha looks genuinely pleased, beaming across at Ch'son as though he'd just agreed to do something impossibly difficult for her. Her gaze slides back towards Fetch, amused, as she listens to the bronzerider; her response is easy. "Thanks," she says, warmly, and, "Oh, probably not. It's more... I don't want her to be here. And she insisted. And she wants to spend time with me, and I just don't want to. She wants to take me back home with her, soon as she can, and it's just not going to happen." She's determined, clearly. "So I'm kind of hiding. Is that lame? It's probably really dumb, but there you go." Fetch carries on with his own imagined conversation, moving now to inch closer to the other side of the table, and Ch'son ignores him a way that's probably well-practiced. Chaes can't help smiling back but it fades in its easiness somewhat as he continues, "Ah. Family, then. Ain't lame at all. I hide from people plenty, m'self." He's here, after all. "Have anythin' t'do with-- well," he makes a gesture down, presumably toward her rather obvious stomach without having to say as much. Though Kash is obviously listening intently to Ch'son, her gaze slides easily between the firelizard, her dessert, and the bronzerider himself - and eventually, to give a very rueful glance in the direction of her wedged-in belly. "Yeah," she admits, in the wake of that glance. "Something to do with it. I'm in disgrace. Granted, it's not as though /I/ intended to get myself pregnant, but I was supposed to know better... I just want it over with." She pauses, spoon caught mid-air again, then adds, "But. Chaes. What do /you/ hide from?" His gaze falls again but since there's plenty in the way, it doesn't linger and Ch'son returns his attention to the girl herself. "Disgrace seems like kind of a strong word, aye? Never really understood those that do intend it," he admits but not very adamantly. "Wonder sometimes if I got any out there but prob'ly best I don't. Wonder, I mean." Even Fetch pauses and glances back at the bronzerider with the last question, like he's totally following. Ch'son doesn't have an answer ready, though, and ends up with, "Y'know... I don't always know." "Holders," explains Nakasha with a shrug of her shoulders. "I was supposed to go to Tillek for a few months and then come home, ready to get married to someone. Instead, I went to Tillek, got pregnant, got searched, found out I was pregnant, and then refused to come home. It is what it is, though, right? Not like I can change it at this point." She sets her spoon down, as though she's finally managed to get to the point where more sugar would be simply too much, and then considers Ch'son again. "You don't always know. What's that supposed to mean? Men, by the way, are way too lucky. You /get/ to wonder. Instead of know, and carry around for ten months." "Oh. Well." Ch'son doesn't really know how to respond to all of that. "I'm sorry," he offers but it almost sounds more like a question because he's not sure that's what he should be saying. "Ain't supposed t'mean anything." Even if it was, he's not going to try to outdo the girl here. He's not completely oblivious, apparently. It's the last part there that sets his expression into tighter lines. "Right. 'xactly. I get t'go around 'n fuck whoever I like without any consequences. It's amazin'." Except he sounds a bit sarcastic. That's apparently not the kind of reaction Nakasha was expecting, because she stops short, giving Ch'son an inquiring, surprised kind of look. "I'm not seeing the problem there... what gives?" Her hands press flat upon the table, her upper body leaning forward as much as it can, given her limited mobility at this present moment. "Nothin' you do is without consequences, darlin'." Ch'son lifts his glass to take a drink and when he sets it back down, he gestures at the remains of her dessert and asks, "You gonna finish that?" His sideline is brief, either pulling the bowl and her spoon toward him or leaving it be before he continues, "There're people. But most ain't the ones I want. And the ones I /want/ ain't really the sort to lift their skirts for a quick fuck just 'cause." He pauses and reconsiders the girl with squinty eyes before asking, "You been takin' advantage of the fact that y'can't get pregnant, at least? Look like you're 'bout ready t'pop any day." Nakasha's gesture invites Ch'son to take the dessert for himself, as she considers the rest of what he's got to say. Of consequences, she wrinkles her nose. "Suppose. But-- what're the consequences for you? Know what you mean on the people-you-want type thing, though. Frustrating." She raises her eyebrows as she considers her in turn, and shrugs. "A bit," is her answer, truthful or not. "Bit more difficult, these days, given, as you say, I'm about ready to pop. Figure the worst consequence at this point would be for the excitement to put me into labour... and /that/ would hardly be unwelcome." Mm, ice cream. Melting or not. Ch'son doesn't seem much interested in sharing with the firelizard either. Except Fetch doesn't seem so interested in it himself anymore. "I..." he has to think about that for a second. "I could think some kid is mine that ain't? More importantly, fuckin' around don't make the ones I actually want too happy. Do y'all have some sixth sense about when guys're doin' that?" But he shakes his head to dismiss that question almost right away. "Y'know, I've heard that it can. Don't know that there's any truth to it. But." He shrugs. Nakasha considers this possibility for a moment, and then, slowly nods. "You could. And I suppose that could get kinda messy... you think you're the father, and so you look after it, but it's not really yours. Kinda depends on whether you want kids, too, for that matter." She watches him eat, leaning backwards, now, so that her head is leaning backwards against the edge of the booth. "Mm, we're a bit picky like that. Don't want you... but don't want you /even more/ if you've been with anyone else. It's a woman thing." Her smile is wicked, amused, almost sympathetic. "Ah, the benefits of sex, then. Gets you pregnant, and then, gets the baby out. I approve." It doesn't take long for Ch'son to polish off the rest of the bowl. And it probably doesn't go very well with whatever's in his glass but he takes a drink of that, too. "Least in a Weyr, that ain't how it needs t'go. But you get the idea." Since it wasn't really a question, he doesn't answer whether or not he does want them, instead returns her smile with his own grin that suggests he knows she's speaking the truth all too well. "Don't seem fair. You lot can make us do some real stupid shit. Must be that. The power's driven y'all mad." He chuckles and glances toward the door. "Maybe you oughta go see if you can find someone before your grey-haired lady shows up, aye?" "Care emotionally, even if not /physically/," clarifies Nakasha, wrinkling her nose. "I've no intention of caring /physically/-- anyway." That's probably not something she needs to get into /too/ much with this man she's just met, after all. "Driven us mad. Yes. Exactly. And we're using it to drive you mad, too, just because we can. More fun that way." Her gaze follows his towards the door, and she sighs. "You /had/ to remind me, didn't you? Knowing my luck, she'd walk in on me, anyway, whatever I did, wherever I want. Mothers-- worse than normal women, I swear, for knowing when you're doing things they wouldn't approve of." Beat. "You telling me to get lost, now that you've eaten my dessert and stolen my booth?" She's probably teasing. That's probably something that Ch'son could comment on but since it seems like she'd rather not, he doesn't. He laughs as she continues. "Loooads of fun. Bein' driven mad. But." He gestures for the door. "Least she ain't come yet. So there's that." He pushes the bowl closer to Fetch so the firelizard, that's gone more quiet finally, can inspect it and remind himself that he doesn't, in fact, like sweets. "Definitely ain't sayin' that. I think now'd be when I'd usually be askin' if I could come with you. But, ain't gonna lie, your mom walkin' in'd be kinda weird." If anything else would be weird, he doesn't say so. "What're you plannin' on doin' after?" Yeah, he'll just try to change the subject. "Now, now. You /love/ us. Women, I mean." Nakasha grins broadly as she says this. "Can't live with us, can't live without us, either." Of the first comment regarding her mother she nods firmly, with definite relief; of the second, she laughs. "Imagine you wouldn't be too thrilled to be accused of being the father and abandoning me, you naughty scoundrel, either." Beat. "If she walked in." /She/ looks at him appraisingly, as if she's debating whether to let him change the subject, but for the moment, she seems willing to go with it. "Foster the kid, move on with my life," is her prompt answer. "Stand again, only /actually/ get to stand this time. " "I do," Ch'son admits almost as though it pains him to do so. Never mind that grin. "I love you." Still grinning. "Some more than others, obviously. But you're prob'ly right about that. If she walked in." Beat. "Then again, if you say she just looks like you but older..." Now he's got to just be looking for a reaction from her. Hopefully. "Sounds like a good plan." He doesn't ask for anything more specific about the kid. "You ever been t'Ista? Should visit sometime. After." "Awww," begins Nakasha, but her grin fades quickly to a grimace, her eyes screwing shut. "Gross. Do you /have/ to go down that path, really? Hard enough knowing that my mother had sex at /least/ nine times, without thinking of--" She breaks off. She's not going to think about it, oh no. "Though..." This time, she grins. "Thank you for the compliment. No, never been to Ista. I'd like to. 'til I came here, I'd barely been anywhere, despite my brother. So I will: I'll drop in on you, at some point, when I'm footloose and fancy free again." Ch'son sits back and lifts his hands like that's going to prove his innocence versus grossness or something. "Anytime, darlin'." He looks at her, smiling, "I think you'd like it there. Only place I've really settled down. Dragon kinda made me have to. But can't think of a place I'd've rather settled down." Beat. "Do that. Drop in on me. I could show you 'round." Blue eyes fall toward his glass and he finishes off the rest before setting it back down. "What's your brother play into it?" The way Kash lifts her brows says, very clearly, that she's not even remotely fooled by this claim to innocence - not that it hurts her smile any. "I like warm places," she admits. "Been to Boll a few times, and I like it there. But I intend to stick to weyrs, I think." Her sharp, determined nod promises that she will make this visit, though her next remark sidles towards, "How long've you been a rider, then? My brother's a rider. K'del. Weyrleader of High Reaches, actually. He used to take me out to gathers sometimes, when I was still living with my parents. Not so much, these days. Well, especially now, since I can't exactly travel much." Chaes is probably not incredibly unaccustomed to this sort of look, truth be told. It doesn't bother him at all. "Good. Weyrs are more fun." And he's totally not biased at all. "Not... long, 'spose. Not so long as others, least ways. Impressed at the last clutch so its been a bit over a turn now, I think." And he does give it a moment's thought, but it must be about right because he doesn't correct himself. Or it could be that he's thinking about the rest of what she says and all the stuff he's said before this point. "Weyrleader K'del," he repeats, not sure what else to say about it really. "Ain't met him face to face. Must be... busy, too." "/Much/," declares Kash, firmly. "Much, much, much more fun." No doubt about that, oh no. "A turn! Not so long at all then, no. The clutch I was supposed to stand for is about five months along now, I guess." She seems amused by his response to mention of her brother, though her nod is a serious one. "Pretty busy. He's a good guy. Probably one of my best friends, really, since we're pretty close in age. Anyway." She seems, for a moment, stuck for things to say, before she adds, "It's not like I'm trying to brag or anything. Having a Weyrleader for a brother or anything. Just so's you know." It's hard not to grin about her declaration. "It's already been five months?" Ch'son asks more rhetorically than anything, shaking his head. "Don't seem like it's been that long. "And, hey, maybe you'll end up Standin' at Ista one day." He likes that idea. But it's already been established that he's male and she's female and it probably doesn't need much more explanation than that. "Course it ain't braggin'. Good that you're close. Don't have any siblings m'self. And anyway, bet Taineth could catch a gold if'n he really wanted." His grin gets bigger. "You'll have to forgive me if it feels much longer than that for me," laughs Nakasha, with a rueful glance down at her belly. "Given I feel like I've been pregnant for just about /forever/ by now." Standing at Ista, however? Nothing rueful about her response to that: "Maybe you'd better come up here and Search me, next time there's a clutch on the sands," she suggests, breezily. "Especially if it's the middle of winter here: brrr. Taineth - that's your dragon, then? Bet he probably could. Can't be too hard, if Cadejoth managed it; no offense to him, of course, it's just... he's adorable, but not really what you'd think of as a dragon good with the ladies. Or so I'd imagine. So maybe Taineth'll sire a clutch, and I'll come and stand for it." "Right, right. Bet it'll be over soon, though. And then," Ch'son nods his head. "Then I can come steal you away t'Ista, where it don't snow and, well, I'm there." He nods again, more firmly, "Taineth, aye. He don't seem too interested in chasin' the greens." That's said in a voice that might suggest he wishes the dragon was more interested. "Ain't heard many dragons referred to as 'adorable.' Kinda cute." Hard to tell if he means her or the word. "But sure. If Taineth sires a clutch, you'll come 'n stand for it." Chaes seems amused by this. And it's almost kind of like a bet. Or something. "I'll hold you to it," Kash warns, grinning, and she could be referring to either form of being stolen away to Ista - search or no. Or perhaps both. "No? Reckon there's plenty of riders who'd /prefer/ their dragons didn't chase so much, from what I've seen. You just want the free chance to get laid, then? And the excuse that it wasn't your fault." This apparently amuses her quite a bit. "You haven't met Cadejoth. Believe me: it's hard to call him anything else. It probably doesn't need much thought but Ch'son thinks about it and ticks these thoughts off on his fingers. "Get laid. Not my fault. I think that sounds pretty great, yeah. Just hafta be more encouragin' I guess." The bronzerider reaches out to grab Fetch and drag him closer again. "I'll see for m'self if I ever get the chance to meet your brother's dragon. Taineth likes talkin' t'new dragons so maybe I'll just go hang out there one day and see what he says." Because that wouldn't be a strange thing to do at all. Nakasha's brows raise; she's evidently utterly amused by this. "If /I/ were you? I'd just visit strange weyrs more often. Harder for word to get back to people that way." Beat. "Or I'd just convince the people I actually wanted to sleep with to sleep with me. Isn't that the easiest solution?" 'Easy'. For a certain definition. "You should!" Hang out at High Reaches. "Not that I've actually ever /been/ to the Reaches, but K'del likes it a lot, so you know, it'd probably be good fun. Or he could just talk to Cadejoth long distance, I suppose? Maybe that's weird. I don't really know the etiquette involved." "So your brother is the Weyrleader and you ain't ever been to Reaches? That just don't seem right." Ch'son seems good-natured about it, of course. "I like this visitin' strange weyrs idea, though. That'd probably be easier 'n tryin' to get them t'sleep with me. Well, the one might not be so hard. But she's... prob'ly the closest thing I got to a real friend." Which apparently makes it more complicated than he'd care for. His expression goes a little distant, probably familiar to anyone that's spent much time in a Weyr. "Taineth says he'd rather pay his respects face to face." Which makes Chaes roll his eyes and lean forward to offer like it's a secret, "He likes t'be seen. Big on makin' impressions." Though he doesn't specify good or bad. Nakasha makes a face. "I know! It's the dumbest thing ever. My mother would never let me visit, though... She has a /thing/ about weyrs, so I'm amazed she came here at all." And clearly, Kash wishes she'd never done so. "Want to go as soon as I can, though. To visit. I can see why Taineth would want to - much nicer, in person." Her expression turns thoughtful as she formulates an answer to the rest, and then, finally, slowly, "And you think sleeping with her would... ruin the friendship? That sucks. So maybe the visiting is a better plan. Plenty of people who'll sleep with complete strangers in weyrs." "Only really been there on errands and practicin', m'self. Quick drink. They got a nice little bar there." The talk about Kash's mother makes Ch'son look toward the door reflexively but apparently still no one to be suspicious of. "I might've slept with her once. Can't really remember. But I don't think we did anythin'... Anyway," he blinks back to focus but he doesn't seem to have anything else ready to continue with. "Did you, uh, need a hand gettin' anywhere? Or you good?" "Seems like all of the Weyrs have bars," says Kash, head shaking. "Not sure how they're all so very different, but I'm told, reliably, that they are." If her brows are raised again, quizzically, at Ch'son's admission that he doesn't remember whether he's slept with this particular girl or not, she doesn't actually /say/ anything of it except, "You seem to have a /weird/ life, excuse my saying." But, with a stretch of her shoulders, she gives him a crooked smile, and shakes her head, "I'm good. Reckon I can probably toddle my way out of here pretty safely." "We got two at Ista. The Lucky Seven and the Sandbar. Neither are quite like here. This's more... upscale?" Chaes isn't sure that's the right word but it's the one he's going to use. He laughs outright at the next and doesn't seem to mind her saying so at all. "I think I'll leave y'with the short version t'night, in that case. Taineth's itchin' t'get home." The bronzerider smiles at the girl and reaches to pick up his glass and the bowl with the spoon in it. "Been a pleasure talkin' with you, Kash. And good luck gettin' that baby out soon." He starts to rise, though Fetch doesn't seem quite as inclined to get moving just yet. Nakasha gives a glance around the room, thoughtfully, then bobs her head by way of confirmation: "Guess I can see how this'd be considered upscale. Now you've got me curious to go see these bars of yours." Her smile is beaming enough as she turns it back towards Ch'son, and if there's a faint note of a pout there, too, well, it's definitely only the faintest of notes. "Abandoning me! No - been a pleasure from my end, too, Chaes. Have to do it again, once, as you said, the baby's out and I'm free again." She tips her head up to consider him for a moment more, then adds, "You'll have to show me all the good spots at Ista." Beat. "Safe flying, anyway." Ch'son offers Nakasha a salute of sorts with the hand holding his empty glass. "Be my pleasure, darlin'. I'll keep an eye out for you." A quick wink given before he nudges at the firelizard, then heads toward the bar to drop off the dishes and talk up the bartender for a few moments before heading out properly. Fetch chitters his own farewells to the girl while Chaes is busy and his exit is a lot more abrupt as he takes off and simply disappears a few moments later. "You'd better," says Kash, firmly, the implication clear: she's already made her mind up, and once she makes her mind up... Well, that's how it's going to go. She tips her head after him as he goes, watching in silence until she's completely alone again. Then, achingly slowly, she frees herself from the confines of her chair, and makes a slow, waddling way back towards the caverns where, presumably, she's going to try and hide from her mother somewhere else for a while. |
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