Logs:Meet And Greet
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| RL Date: 30 December, 2013 |
| Who: Alida, Jo, R'hin, Bristia, Ilicaeth, Tacuseth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Alida and Jo welcomes R'hin and Monaco's Savannah wing to the Reaches. |
| Where: Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 3, Month 9, Turn 33 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Aishani/Mentions, Anvori/Mentions, Azaylia/Mentions, G'laer/Mentions, K'del/Mentions, Leova/Mentions, Oriane/Mentions, Taikrin/Mentions, Z'ian/Mentions |
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| It's a busy night at the Snowasis, the cool autumn night bringing out the Weyr's denizens in their coats and riding jackets. A few of the card tables is in full swing along with a group of Glacier wingriders engaging themselves in a loud game of darts. Jo, in her black leathers, is over towards this group even though she's not involved with any dart throwing. She's just involved with leaning up against the counter like she owns it and drinking. Savannah Wing has apparently been working hard to make their presence felt in their new home -- tonight, it's a mass turn out in the Snowasis, the group mostly gathered around couches near the hearth, some seated, some standing. They're not in any way exclusive though: quite the opposite, as each member who goes up to buy a round of drinks buys a few extra for those near the bar, occasionally bringing both beer and patrons back to join in the ever-gathering group. It's R'hin's turn, and this is accompanied by loud requests for expensive wine or liqueurs, the bronzerider holding up his hands in defeat as he makes his way to the bar. There, he leans over, makes a considerable order, drops some marks on the bar -- and pauses as the noise from the Glacier riders attracts his attention, his gaze resting on a familiar bluerider with a knowing smile. His approach is near-silent, leaning casually against the counter further up in a deliberate echo of her pose, as he murmurs, "It's been an age since I've played. Wonder if I've still got it." He must mean the darts, given that's where pale eyes are resting. Of course the new wing is given its due of looks, particularly from the group of Glacier wingriders by the bar. That they were buying drinks for those outside of their group too seems to be resonating well with the Reachians patrons, as the news of their arrival has likely spread far and wide in the Weyr by now. None of that stops the Glacier men and women from making noise, however. Jo seems to watch those around while nursing her drink, and one could say there's an air of expectation around her. She hasn't looked towards the entrance once, however. That dark gaze returns to the dart game at hand when R'hin sidles up, eyes narrowing either at his familiar words or the one dart sailing past the target by someone with a very bad aim. Shifting her hip, "Somethin' tells me that I should have faith in ya," she remarks first, long before looking his way. "Ya haven' disappointed in other endeavors I've seen." Now she checks him out, inclining her head slightly before she says, "I'm sure yer tired by now of all the welcome-backs to this place, R'hin." "You never know. It could be my one, secret weakness. Of course, if it was, I'd have to swear you to secrecy. Or get some dirt on you to prevent it getting out." R'hin's musing now, gaze turned ceiling-ward in contemplation. "Let me guess. A love of puppies? No, too cliche. Afraid of VTOLS? Mm, no. Definitely not squeamish or soft-hearted. Oh!" A snap of his fingers. "I have it. Evil mastermind planning to take over the world." He's looking at her now, intently and full of familiar dark-humor. "Well, I haven't heard it from you, so -- drink?" "Oh I think there's enough secrets between the two of us to light up a whole Weyr," Jo answers on the first with open amusement. "Getting' dirt on me would prove too easy, darlin'. At least accordin' to the lot in this Weyr." But he's guessing, and she's watching him with that enigmatic, lopsided grin of hers. Mentioning her taking over the world, "My dragon would say evil mastermindin' would be too easy. It's appearin' as if ya have no power at all when ya do that's more the challenge." She drains her mug right then before setting it down on the counter and nodding on the last. "A drink," she agrees readily. "Welcome back to the Reaches. Temporary, right?" His stay. Their stay. "Only one Weyr?" R'hin counters, leaning closer into a not-quite-loom, "I'd have thought, after Igen, at least two." An appreciative chuckle soon follows, along with, "Tacuseth is wise," he says, in a way that seems oddly serious. "What's your poison, temptress?" he gestures at the bar in an expansive manner, although the, "Hopefully not the most expensive, since this night is already setting me back quite a bit," mutter might well spoil the magnanimous gesture. "Mm," of their temporary state, "Long enough for Oriane to cool off, I'd imagine." There's laughter on that first one, Jo shaking her head and stating back, "Ya mean one trip has already made me infamous there? Ya, too? Think we should try Telgar, next? There's a barmaid there that likes to roleplay herself fuckin' a Weyrleader." Seriously? Why not bring scandal all over Pern! It amuses her either way, though some of it level on R'hin's comment on her dragon. Snorting softly as she throws her hair back from her face and resumes her watch on the dart game, "Too wise, even," she agrees. "I'll take anythin' strong. I'm drinkin' anythin' tonight. I do know a place that'll give that poison statement of yers a run for its marks, though." She even makes it sound tempting. "Anyway. It's nice to see ya down here for a bit," she admits now soberly, at least. "Yer interestin', and I like gettin' to know interestin' people when I'm not out there causin' someone trouble." "Mm." There's a thoughtful tapping of fingers against the wood, as R'hin considers Jo's proposition, rather seriously. "It always a good idea to remind people of your infamy. And it's been a while since I've been thrown out of another Weyr. I'm game, if you are?" He's definitely serious, that or calling her bluff. "Given I have to keep this rabble in check for tonight," a glance is thrown over his shoulder at his fellow Savannah riders, "I think that is a proposition best left for another night. Something strong, check." The bronzerider's already turning towards the bar when he pauses to address her latter statement, with one of those all-too-knowing grins, imitating her dialect almost eerily precisely: "Yer interestin' too, darlin'." And then he's stepping towards the bar. That R'hin's game, it bring a glint to Jo's teeth-showing smile. "Yer startin' to become quite the partner in crime," she notes, noting that she was in as well. "That's a rarity outside my usual circle. Another night is good. This isn' my last stop tonight." She leans a bit past R'hin now to check out the group he's with, looking them over before she straightens back and nods their way. "Did'ja choose who to come down with ya? How did the Weyrleaders take it?" K'del and Azaylia, presumably, as she turns towards the counter as well. His imitation does draw another one of her smiles and she'll try to tap her elbow against his arm in response as he moves toward the bar. That tap of elbow merely earns an unrepentant grin from the bronzerider, as he disappears to the bar: the answers will apparently wait for his return. There, R'hin has quite a large order to deal with, waving over towards his wingriders to assist him carrying the bulk of it to where the Savannah riders are gathered around the hearth, indispersed with a few locals. The arrival of more alcohol earns a ragged cheer as it's distributed. Only once he seems sure that things are in good hands does the Monacoan angle back over to where Jo's leaning against the counter near the group of Glacier riders, with a couple of glasses in hand. There's more of the evening to fritter away (for once), and so Alida continues to do so by wading into the Snowasis in search of some warm refreshment...namely, a liberal libation consisting of whiskey and klah. Once the braided blonde's made it to the bar and ordered her poison - waving to a few Glacier wingmates along the way - her clear green eyes quickly enough find another group of her fellow riders nearby. Finding Jo among them encourages the guard to push off and join the small knot of folk...R'hin's presence easily picked out given that she knows his appearance *and* has heard rumors about newly-arrived Savannah. A grunt is offered to her fellow, female bluerider, as well as bobs of pale head to the others. Jo returns that grin before R'hin heads off to get the drinks, and she watches his interaction with his wing before a familiar pale blonde head draws her attention. Nodding to Alida once she approaches her way, "If yer a bettin' woman, I think one of our wingmates' aim is so bad that ya can win enough marks to buy yer own bar," is her greeting to the fellow bluerider. As R'hin returns, "Busy night, Alida?" she asks, keeping up against the counter. Walking back over towards Jo, he offers her one of the glasses, before leaning with oh-so-practiced-casualness against the wall near to her. The liquid's a dark amber, with a strong aftertaste. He doesn't immediately drink his own, instead giving Alida an easy smile by way of welcome, his gaze immediately skipping down to note the drink in the other bluerider's hand in satisfaction. "Is this Glacier's local hang out, now?" he asks, brows arched in curiosity. "Prefer knives ta' darts..." Alida notes around a slightly dry bit of a smile to Jo, the blonde then craning her neck to try and see just how bad said wingmate is doing. "Nah..." is then noted in her usual alto. "Ran outta' booze in my flask, so I figured the 'Asis was my next stop." Shrug, smirk. To smiling R'hin is quipped, "Didn'cha hear? We own the place... It's the whole Anvori/Leova thing." Snerk-eyeroll. "Enjoyin' yer new-old digs?" As for Jo, those sometimes merciless green eyes flick over to the dark-haired woman, and untinted lips murmur to her, "So, ya' heard anything about these Savannah punks, yet?" Smirk. "It would seem," Jo answers him with a nod of thanks for her drink. "Not all of us come by here. Prefer Greenfields' own, myself. Where did it used to be?" Her gaze lingers on the bronzerider now leaning casually as she tastes her drink with an approving nod. After another healthy gulp, "Knives can always be arranged," she notes to Alida first, letting her free hand casually brush her own side where her knife is likely to be. "And...Savannah punks, eh?" Brow lifts towards R'hin comically before shaking her head and adding, "Nah. Best to ask their 'leader, right?" "That boor isn't Glacier," R'hin says, with a hint of heat, and he's presumably talking about Anvori rather than Leova. It's not a topic he appears inclined to linger on, however: picking up a previous conversation smoothly, "As for how your Weyrleaders reacted to us... Azaylia was, well. Hraedhyth was apparently happy to hear it, if that counts for something. I think K'del took the same tactic as Oriane and used it as an excuse to clean house, given who I hear is in Polaris these days." He's not without his sources, both at High Reaches and Monaco, after all. As for Alida's whisper to Jo, well -- maybe the bronzerider's merely being gentlemanly and pretending not to hear, while easing closer, pale eyes showing his interest in Jo's response. Or maybe it's just his interest in Jo, because well. He's at least drinking now, though, Jo's question earning a casual shrug of one shoulder and an amused smile. "I heard their leader is a bit of a handsome, charming fellow. Better watch yourself if you're going to ask." An expectant look is directed at Alida, as if in challenge. "I'm in on *that*, then..." Alida quickly enough ripostes back to Jo's words of arranging knife throwing instead of darts, the blonde soon lifting her full mug of booze and klah to her wingmate, after it arrives. R'hin's words of the local bar owner have the paler woman studying him quietly for some moments, her lips soon tipping into a bit of a razor smirk-smile when the big Monocoan speaks of Polaris. A small tap of finger alongside her nose presages a slow sip of her brew and a slow sigh of pleasure after it burns down her throat...while Jo's fobbed-off reply earns the elder woman a faux nose-wrinkle. "Where's the Jo who's keen on volunteerin' her private opinion?" With the bronzer's words of himself comes a knowing smirk from 'lida, and her hard-accented, "Shiiit. Sound like we got yet another walkin' hard-on in bronze wings." Part of the bluie's voice sounds a bit world-weary, quite serious, but the small wink she offers the man goes at least part way to diluting her previous words. There's an obvious interest when R'hin comments on Leova's weyrmate in the way that he does. Jo rarely misses much, so it's duly noted despite her not lending comment to it herself. What she does comment on, though, is his answer about their Weyrleaders. "And Aishani?" she prompts then. "Wouldn' it be a bit of home for her, havin' some of Monaco's riders here in the Reaches?" Maybe she was looking to Alida to comment on Polaris, even though she at least adds in, "K'del didn' get rid of all in that trade. Perhaps just the ones that dunno how to cover their asses." She looks to Alida perhaps in confirmation to that. R'hin's answer to Savannah's leader draws an open toothy grin and a lean of her head back in low laughter. That laugh gets even louder at Alida's last response. "Fuck, ya don' like hard-ons or somethin'?" Yeah, naturally that's the only thing she pulls out of that statement. "If he starts punchin' someone out or gettin' all emotional on us, he'll fit right on in!" Her glass lifts in a toast towards him. "Aishani?" That surprises R'hin enough to pause for a moment. "She was barely at Monaco before she was brought here. Iesaryth couldn't even fly. I doubt there'd be more than a couple of familiar faces amongst Savannah," he glances over his shoulder, as if to check for himself -- or maybe just as an excuse to check on the mood of his wing. As for Alida's bronze comment, R'hin's quick to retort: "Come on. Someone has to keep up the stereotype. I mean, blues, you know -- if you were playing to form I'd be expecting you two to be kissing already. Unless you're just being polite, in which case..." he takes a step back, and holds up his hands, "Don't let me stop you." He's looking, however, even leaning forward a little on his toes in anticipation, grin deepening. "Then after, I'll get jealous and punch someone. Deal?" She looks towards R'hin's answer for Jo's inquiries, Alida pushing over a small coin to the returning bar tender, then sipping deeply from her drink once again. A small tip of her head does finally come for her fellow bluie's words of K'del's 'judiciousness' in taking care of Polaris, which alters into her own toothy grin for her wingmate's laughter. "Not constant ones..." is quickly quipped back, an eyeroll then offered before greens skate back over to R'hin. She only listens for a few moments before sniggering roughly at the man's words of blues, a finger pointing at him for his 'score' before she finds herself murmuring, "Only polite fer a worthy cause." As far as jealousy and punching go... "Don't wanna give Jo the wrong impression." Beat. "Skip that. Don' wanna have ta pry 'er off me with a froogin' crowbar." A brow-waggle follows that, addended by some patently false kissy-lips made to her fellow female pal. The answer on Aishani does give Jo a good pause, considering his answer before nodding and saying back to it, "Hmm. I think I'm nosy enough to ask, next time I drop by her place." She briefly studies the tranplant wing, too for a moment before R'hin drops his response on blueriders and has her cackling into her drink. She waits until Alida responds to that one before she states with a roll of her shoulders, "Wrong impression, my ass, Alida! She won' even think straight if I had my way." Yeah, she's that confidant. Either that or her ego's talking. Either way, she snorts at Alida's false kissy-lips and sends towards R'hin, "Gotta tempt her with somethin' else, darlin'. Ya don' seem like the jealous type, anyway, but I think I'd be entertained to watcha knock someone out." A grunt of disappointment is perhaps only partly feigned, R'hin taking a moment to savor a sip of that dark amber liquid in his glass, though he seems otherwise quietly amused. "It sounds like you two have an unresolved... contest to resolve, at some point." He waits long enough that it seems like he's giving them the opportunity to agree, or something. Whether or not they leap into that pause, he continues after a few beats, "And as for being jealous... I could fake it, just for you. But, fair warning," he holds up a hand, "I don't throw a punch on command. In fact, I don't do much on command, and what I do on command is normally done in the privacy of-- well, wherever, really." Count on a guard to keep her mouth shut while observing. Alida just drinks her drink, listens to the other two riders, and even once shoos away an insistent, gold firelizard that tries to alight on her shoulder a few times. A few pieces of nearby popcorn and a pretzel are offered to the little pest to keep her occupied upon the nearby bartop even as 'lida again sniggers at Jo's response to her former words. The other bluie's words of her tempation get the blonde's brows raising a little, her gaze shifting from wingmate to bronzerider with some apparent interest as to how he'll respond...a hint of fire and challenge flaring in her gaze for a moment. Finally, dryly... "Aww maaan...what a let down." Snork, sip, grin. To Jo: "Seems we're gettin' old, toots. Can't even get boys ta toss up their fists fer us, anymore." Snort. For R'hin comes a quick, "Never fake anything on my account, toots. Can't be real, can't be bothered." A flick of fingers in dismissal upon the air soon sees her smirking broadly again, and noting almost drolly to the Monocoan, "Nice ta hear you're the obliging type." Smirkie. Jo is halfway down her drink, a quirk of lips given on R'hin's remark along with a wry, "Hardly, darlin'. I corrupt enough people. Besides, I think I fit the blueridin' stereotype more than my wingmate, here." She gives Alida a little nudge. Alida's tease on boys and punching has her letting out a self-suffering sigh and a shake of her head. "Well, maybe yer getting' old. Night's still young on getting' the boys to toss up their fists. Flash yer tits at the Rusty Nail'n see if ya don' get a response." R'hin's answer gets her considering look, that grin lingering more than it should before she responds back with, "Looks like we have yet another thing in common, R'hin." Simply that. She doesn't have to say she approves. "Well, obliging in some respects, anyway," and the grin R'hin has is less for Alida and more for something vaguely reminiscent and pleasant. Another slow, savoring swallow of the liquid -- less advanced than Jo in that regard but aiming to catch up -- and he says, "And, yes, I've heard stories, even as far as Monaco, about you, temptress," he says to Jo, though it's hard to tell in between that near ever-present glimmer of amusement whether he's being sincere or not, however it's followed by a wink for her latter comment. "Are you ladies going to come and meet some of my wing? I'd be remiss if I didn't introduce you, and... vice versa." "And since I'm as pure as the fuckin' driven snow up here..." Alida notes dryly sideways to Jo before sipping from her warm drink again. A very lackadaisical bird is flipped to the other female for that *you're* getting old comment, word of flashing tits receiving a dark look and another nose wrinkle. More quick observation takes place between the two other riders as she continues to drink, Alida's lips tipping into a hidden hint of a small smile behind her mug at Jo's comment to the bronzer. With R'hin's comment about Jo's 'ways' comes a knowing little look, followed by a laconic, "Who says I'm a lady?" and a low snert. Never a people person even in the best of times, the blonde hesitates for some seconds before looking over to Jo, and finally shrugging once to both. While it may not be an enthusiastic 'yes,' at least she's not scowling and walking away. "If it's about me bitin' felines or some shit like that," is all Jo remarks on stories, the low words a tease since she doesn't finish that statement. Still, it must not be the first bird flipped by Alida since she's merely blowing a kiss in her direction. "Yer not a lady," she can confirm that before she holds out her elbow as if expecting her wingmate to take it once she straightens up. "We'll meet'em," she says to R'hin, a drink in her other hand as she looks curious to meet the new wing. To Alida, even, "Come on, toots," she pulls in light imitation to the other bluerider, sending her a rakish grin. "Let's show'em what real trouble looks like, huh?" "I'll tell you all the stories, later, if you like," R'hin offers, with a grin. He avoids Alida's comment about being a lady: clearly he's lived long enough to know to avoid such obvious feminine traps. Instead, he leads the pair of blueriders over, glancing over his shoulder at them. As they approach the group of riders-and-others lounging around near the hearth, there's a loud discussion in progress about where the best bar in Pern is, exactly. "Clearly it's the Broken Sail in Nerat!" "That place is a dive!" "A dive with a barmaid with jugs the size of-- OW." A sprinkling of laughter, then a pretty blonde pipes up, "It has to be the Salty Swagger. I mean, what other place lets you dance on the bar, pour your own drinks, and has a policy that they only rob you of half your marks when you pass out -- right, Rath?" she's grinning towards R'hin as he approaches. "Definitely the Salty," the bronzerider agrees, "Jo, Alida, this is Bristia's Saindyth," a gesture to the blonde, "And A'gon's Druisath, and--" a group of names, some of which are punctuated by greetings or tips of glasses, and others by spontaneous additions of nick names, like, "We call him Drover, actually, funny story, that..." "More likely about bitin' whers..." Alida comments briskly to Jo, the smirking blonde then ducking away quickly to avoid any potential backlashes. A bat of long, pale lashes follows the blown kiss, the younger bluie then nodding brightly as Jo speaks the truth. To that proffered elbow is noted, "Only if y'll take mine on the way back..." even as 'lida takes up said arm. With R'hin's leading them to Savannah and words of the best bars comes the palest-blonde's quieting - though she does murmur politenesses and offers bobs of her head to each and every Monocoan rider the bronzer introduces. There's draughts to be drank, words to be heard, but still Alida remains somewhat remote to many. Notice how she keeps a bit closer to what she knows - namely Jo, perhaps even R'hin at times - while being 'forced' to socialize. Alida's addition to stories does earn her brief narrow of her eyes from Jo along with a quick, "I bite blueriders, too. Ya still owe me a spar, ya know." With R'hin leading the way and her arm taken as they follow after him, "I wanted to ask ya sometime about yer workin' with this current batch of weyrlins'," Jo sends to Alida, her voice low enough for her to hear. "G'laer, in particular," she adds quickly. "With him havin' been a guard, too. Don' gotta be now. Later. A man so sure of himself deserves to be asked about." At least, in her opinion. She could add more, but they've reached where Savannah is held up, talking about the best bars - and it's a topic that lends a crooked smile to her lips. While she welcomes Alida to stay close - perhaps well aware that her wingmate is not one to socialize - she seems to do enough of it for them both. "Gonna have to show me where this Salty place is," is her greeting to the group, nodding at each rider introduced with ease or in turn, tipping her half-filled glass to them. "I'll just have to make sure I pass out elsewhere so I won' be shorted." Each person gets her study, perhaps her gaze a little intense as it goes from one to the other as she echoes each name given. "Bristia. A'gon...Drover..." Punctuated with a nod for each as she stays attentive. R'hin certainly doesn't seem unaware of Alida's reticence; he goes out of his way to grab one of those beers off the table, offering it to the quiet bluerider, but otherwise doesn't seem apt to force her into the conversation. "Definitely will," he promises Jo, with a pleased smile. "It's worth it just for the novelty factor." Meanwhile, A'gon leans forward in time to respond to Jo: "Oh, elsewhere, you'll be lucky if you're left with your clothes, being such a cute, young thing," he laughs. "If you want that, there's plenty of places." Bristia's elbowing her fellow wingrider, snorting. "Don't worry. He's just jealous: the best places are the ones where you can't let on that you're a rider, and A'gon has the subtly of a herdbeast in the midst of an impending greenflight." "Knives, sharp sticks..." Alida comments with apparent flippancy to Jo's words of biting bluies, the blonde then grinning, nodding to her wingmate. A few, more terse little nods are given to their more private conversation, her only comment a near-whispered, "Might try askin' 'im yerself. Guy can be dodgy, but 'e might surprise ya, as well." There's a tight little smirk when Jo comments about the weyrling being so sure of himself...but then they're in the thick of Savannah. Still, she's not terrible anymore - usually - and so with some of Jo's comments about bars comes the occasional chuckle or smirk from the more quiet bluie. She too studies faces, habits, remembers names in her own fashion. R'hin's offer of a beer has the 'former' guard lifting her brows just a bit, then accepting, though her brisk alto notes dryly to him, "Guess ya want me throwin' up on yer boots with the mix." Whiskey and beer have rarely made good partners, after all... but Alida seems willing to brave the unlikely pairing, especially since she's just finished her mug. Down the hatch in measured pulls goes the cooler beer, Bristia's comment about her own wingmate inspiring a smirk from the more quiet woman. Aside to R'hin at some point, "Seems like yer crew's decent enough." For what precious little she knows of any of them. Murmured low and out of the blue: "Ya' know y'could be Weyrleader here again when Hrae goes up." Cool green eyes observe the man's reaction. "He seems to know you," Jo returns to her wingmate on the bronze weyrling, a brow lifting at her. "Not many in this Weyr can claim that." This, as if it's enough to warrant a discussion. It's all that can be said since they reached the Monacoan wing. "If it's novelty we're talkin' about," she quips to R'hin, nursing her drink on the end of that, "I know a few places." She even turns in time to catch A'gon's comment, brows lifting. "A man that dares to take my leathers will find himself missin' what he holds so dear between his legs," is given light and easy with that slow smile. Bristia's comment earns her a lingering look that, well, it lingers. She's checking her out. "I'm inclined to agree," she tells her. "Rusty Nail's one of the places 'round here I go to, and they don' like riders there." She notices the pass of beer to Alida and her response, listening on the comments being thrown about her. Especially the one Alida states towards R'hin with a flicker of interest as she says to the riders before her, "Still, well met to all of ya. I think ya'll fit in just fine here in the Reaches." "What?" R'hin replies, innocently, to Alida. "I thought you were a Glacier rider. Last I knew they could handle their alcohol." And yes, it's a blatant attempt at guilting her into imbibing more alcohol, but it isn't the worst thing he's done by far. He looks satisfied as she starts drinking, rubbing at his chin and chuckling. And while Alida's comment of his wing might be quiet, R'hin's response is more pointedly louder, "You think this is a good crew?" incredulous, "Clearly, you don't know them well enough yet." As expected, there's boo's and hissing, and not a few nuts and other nibbles tossed in the bronzerider's direction. Jo's words earn a markedly warmer reception, with Bristia winking at the bluerider, "Maybe we should overthrow R'hin and install a new Wingleader." R'hin's eyeing Bristia with a familiarity and warning that is backed by a dark chuckle. "Please, do." And there is a reaction to Alida's comment about Weyrleader, but it's more schooled than shocked. "Not happenin'. I'd have no free time to go to bars -- and the Rusty Nail sounds interesting. 'sides, hard to find a better man than K'del for the job." His approval for the acting Weyrleader is casual, or aimed to be. He's undoubtedly aware of the conversation around a certain weyrling, and perhaps noting it down for later. That brings a bit of a look to Jo's comment from Alida, though the younger bluie's face is mostly of the poker variety. "Must be the whole 'guard' thing," she comments quietly. "We'll talk later." About it. Shrug. To R'hin: "Even Glacier riders have the occasional intolerance. Don't believe anything else." There's enough smirking coming from her at both his and his wingriders' actions, comments. Exactly. Bristia's (and R'hin's) comments about overthrowing him actually perk the quieter blonde to respond with a bland, "Never let yer enemy know yer plans." Cue a sip of her beer, and a faint smile for the bronzer. With the other bluerider's comment to A'gon comes a slender razor of an almost-smile from 'lida, who is wont to agree with Jo on such things, the quiet blonde then smirking softly at her wingmate's eyeing of Bristia. Her own green eyes flicker up to the other Savannah riders at Jo's 'well met' to them, her own bob of plaited head agreeing with such...just before she returns her gaze to R'hin. When her waiting produces that reaction from him, 'lida simply allows her lips to form a soft little smile while those calculating green eyes remain alert. For a moment, it seems as if she might continue on in this new vein, but for once, the woman refrains from probing more, simply continuing on in her slow drinking and eyeballing. Later. Yes, Jo has the look of one that will likely drop by unannounced on Alida's ledge since there's only the, "Must be," to accompany that. "I have an interest in guards. Naturally." It's said so neutrally that one wouldn't know if it's her interest is a good or bad thing. R'hin's answer to Alida on his 'good' crew has her putting in, "No one's gone topless yet. I don' see any blood on the floor." Brows lift and fall towards Bristia for her wink and comment on wingleaders, the bluerider quipping on it, "I only roleplay bein' a wingleader, darlin'." Take it or leave it. Easy for her to tease, and she turns to hear the bronzerider's answer to Alida on being Weyrleader with open interest. Once she hears it, "I'll take ya to the Rusty Nail, sometime," she gives, nodding. "Ya'll see the contrast to here. I suppose K'del is good for the job. He fought Taikrin and Shani well enough for it before Z'ian." She drains her glass quickly then on that name, setting it down. A glitter of hard amusement from R'hin now, as he murmurs to Alida, "As the former Glacier Wingleader, I know better." Hard to tell whether he honestly believes that or not, but there seems to be a confident air as he says as much. "Go hard or go home, right?" Apparently that's a sentiment that's held by the Savannah riders, earning a ragged cheer and a clinking of glasses; the bronzerider drains his own in a way that makes him take a sharp breath afterwards. "Oh, I like this one, Rath. Can we steal her?" Bristia asks R'hin, with wide, pleading eyes. "Mm. That'd make the second Glacier rider we've tried to steal in as many days. You want Taikrin to come after me with a broken bottle, do you?" Bristia's "I'd bandage you up after," isn't particularly comforting, judging by R'hin's dark look. "Hey, it's early still, temptress. There's plenty of time to get there before the end of the night." A tip of head follows her sudden drink, curiosity lighting briefly in his expression, however he's far too savvy to query her on it here. Instead: "More?" "Naturally..." Alida likewise quips back to Jo around a faint smirk, the woman then eyerolling a little at her wingmate's words of a lack of blood on the floor. "Hey; not every Wing c'n be as great as Glacier." Shrug, sip, smirkie. With word of the former Weyrleaders comes a quirk of head that soon enough subsides into a more waiting appearance at Jo's reaction to Z'ian's name. She'd kind-of guessed it, but with R'hin's admittance of having been Glacier's former 'leader comes a slow wolf's-head grin, and a sudden, firm punch of the friendly kind aimed at the man's upper bicep. It's the greeting of those who share some unspoken kind of bond only other hard-asses 'get.' Word of Taikrin from him to Bristia earns another low chortle, the bluie then turning her gaze between Jo and R'hin as she awaits the other bluerider's answer. Low desert winds swirl some grit under the archways of Tacuseth's arena. « Alida says Jo and she should talk about Z'ian some time soon. She knows they were close. » (To Tacuseth from Ilicaeth) The saying draws Jo's glass up in wordless agreement through the cheers, raucous laughter from the Glacier corner on the other side of the bar erupting right after it. "And the wing responds," she states to the laughter from afar and Alida's comment on their wing. Bristia's question brings short laughter from her along with a drawled, "Not too bad yerself, darlin'." She's not going to deny anything about Taikrin, either, but she does incline her head towards R'hin on the Rusty Nail before saying, "Headin' there later tonight. Gotta a little business I need to take care of there, but after that, I'm free." More? Jo is already passing him her glass, her expression falling neutral on any further discussion on Z'ian. The look she gives Alida back is one of non-chalance as if she has no care in the world. However, "Speakin' of," she turns to them all with a note of apology, "I better get on. Got somethin' I need to take care of before sunrise." Her gaze cuts towards the exit, likely where Tacuseth is present. There's the suddent touch from Tacuseth, the blue's arena looking in business. Waiting for something tonight. « They were, » he sends that easily enough. There's slight emphasis on the latter word. « A meet will be good, » he confirms then. (To Ilicaeth from Tacuseth) "Well, I don't know about th-- OW." R'hin's rubbing at his bicep and mock-glowering at Alida, clearly playing up just how much it hurts. Maybe not even entirely playing it up. "Careful. I'm a delicate flower. Clearly you need another beer. And I'm pretty sure it's Bristia's turn to shout, isn't it?" More cheering, because who doesn't love drinks paid for by someone else? It's with an exaggerated protruding of lower lip that the bronzerider takes Jo's glass. "Later, then," is all he says, reaching to tug a visibly reluctant Bristia to her feet, as one of Savannah's blueriders walks over to introduce himself to Alida. "Buncha' gits..." Alida notes a tad indulgently of those responding Glacier riders, the woman smirking a little at Jo's response to Bristia before the other bluie goes a little schtum. With Jo's upcoming departure comes a light clap to her near shoulder, if allowed, and a laconic, "No black eyes, this time." At least on the receiving end. "Clear skies." There's honest if concealed concern behind those simple, casual words, and within green eyes for a moment. "Yeah..." the pale-blonde winds up snerting to over-reacting R'hin. "Remind me ta aim fer yer knee next time." Grin. "Shit...ya' really *do* want me pukin' on ya'. Good thing I tolerate pretty well." The man's reaction to Jo's leavetaking earns him a mocking wubbly-lip, then a quick, "Maybe if ya kiss up ta Tacuseth..." Zing. With the approach of that new, Savannah bluie comes a lapse back into a more formal, quiet demeanor, but at least Alida's taking a stab (a-ha-ha) at being vaguely personable, introducing herself back. "Later," Jo echoes R'hin, the promise on her lips. A hand lingers on his shoulder when she turns to the wing to add, "A pleasure. I'm sure we'll meet again. Catch me on yer ledge sometime soon, Alida," the last going towards her wingmate with a firm nod. To her touch and words, that bland neutrality manages to crack to show something that's not exactly guilt, but she's quick to hitch up that dragon-may-care smile of hers full of bravado with a sniff and a "Yeah, yeah. I'll be good." Uh-huh. It's said a little too low, but she ticks a wink off at her before finally withdrawing from the group and heading out towards the bowl. Savannah Wing is certainly set for a good night; after Bristia's round comes two more before there's talk of visiting some of these so-called best bars. Of course, actually moving somewhere else means they lose about half the group, and their next destination more drop out and return to High Reaches. Leiventh has an eye for those returning home, keeping an ice-cold, sobering touch on each until they're back to their homes safely. R'hin seems apt to find out just how much his wing will tolerate, and that of any others that've been swept up in the bar-hopping adventure. And Alida? She'll hang around R'hin and those Shavannah boozers for awhile, even for one bar hop. Rare. But the mistrustful bluie's own tendencies return quickly, and have her Betweening home for one more in private, plus some attention for both Ilicaeth and Pyrite before bed meets up with her cheek. |
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The traditional way to make friends, yes. *doesn't hear a thing about boors* XD
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