Logs:My Favorite Thing
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| RL Date: 23 March, 2014 |
| Who: Aishani, H'vier |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Aishani is kind of bitchy, H'vier is kind of inappropriate. Clearly, they should work together because they both like money. |
| Where: Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 4, Month 4, Turn 34 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: A layer of patchy clouds covers the sky. The air feels cool and damp, but there is no rainfall today. |
| Mentions: Tayte/Mentions |
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| It's not raining and it's not cold, so there's a number of people who have bothered to come out to the Snowasis tonight; not so many that there's no seats to be had, but enough to keep a buzz of conversation going over the bar. There's a card game towards the back, and a couple of wings drinking together, and Aishani leaning on the bar, handing over a bottle to the barkeep, which isn't usually the way things go, but it looks fancy, maybe there's a reason for it. After a short conversation, away the bottle goes to the back and the goldrider gets what looks to be a free glass of dark liquor. Good for her. Even if it was cold and raining, the only place H'vier might be more likely to be than here is off visiting Tayte and their daughter. Except he is here, already settled in a ways down the counter, leaving him plenty of opportunity to watch this less usual exchange between barkeep and weyrwoman. "I don't imagine you're going to share, are you?" He sounds like he already knows the answer to that and he gestures for the barkeep to fill his glass back up with whatever he's already working on. Arching a fine brow down the bar, Aishani picks up her glass, just by the rim with slender fingers. She swirls the liquid in the glass as she moves down the bar, to a stool nearer H'vier. "That's not mine to share," she answers, living her chin toward the door behind the bar, wherever the bottle's gone off to. She slides up on the stool, crossing long legs and taking a drink; when the tender comes to give the bronzerider a refill, she tells the man, "I've got it." Apparently she has a tab or something, because he nods and moves off. "Close enough?" H'vier doesn't bother not watching Aishani as she moves closer and sits down. And he doesn't hide the way he looks at her legs because that's just not the sort of person that he is. People should just expect it. "I suppose. Not sure I'm completely comfortable with you buying me drinks, though. Next you'll be expecting me to come home with you where you'll take advantage of my innocence." The last is accompanied with a slightly higher pitched voice and a hand fanning his face as though he's overwhelmed by said innocence. That's fine, because Aishani is very used to being looked at, and dresses for it besides. She even swings one booted foot idly as she takes another sip, affecting a lean of elegant boredom. Shrugging, as if it doesn't matter to her one way or the other, "So pay for it, then." There's only a snort for H'vier's supposed innocence, shaking her head. "That completely sounds like something I would do," she says dryly. "I don't think I can pay for enough drinks to take advantage of you. And no, I don't want to find out." "Oh, no, no. You've already offered. I won't take that away from you." Clearly it's a huge privilege to buy H'vier a drink. "I'm pretty sure if I drank until I could pull off innocent, I wouldn't be able to get it up." Which is apparently not something he's ashamed about. It's clearly alcohol's fault by that point, not his. "So why is one of our glorious weyrwoman out mingling with the common folk tonight, hmm?" "Well, thank you. I'd be devastated otherwise." Except Aishani says it in a tone that makes it clear she would be far from devastated. Finishing her drink before holding her glass up for another, she sets it down to look at H'vier sidelong. "Well, that's always the issue, isn't it. Women never need to worry about being too drunk if they've a mind to get some, at least." Other women, probably, or the goldrider is just really circumspect about when she chooses to get wasted. His choice of words actually bring forth the flash of a smile, wide and brilliant. "Glorious. I like that. I never mind being at the bar, but I was making a delivery. I've been go-between on a few deals. Not too many here, though." A smirk. Not too many people at High Reaches dying to do business with Vijays. The bronzerider is slow with his own drink. It's not his first. It probably won't be his last. He's not really in a hurry to be done for the evening. "I beg to differ. It hurts. Right here," he touches a hand over his heart, "when you start all horny and then pass out part way through." It's hard to tell if he's joking or not. But it often is when he gets to talking about his personal life. "Oh, how very entrepreneurial of you. My apologies, then." The goldrider doesn't want to get too personal or anything herself, but Shani feels she has to tell H'vier - after she's gotten her refill, that is: "I've never passed out on anyone, and I sincerely doubt I'm the only one. Perhaps you just need women that can handle whatever they're drinking." There's a quirk of lips for 'entrepreneurial', and she shrugs, looking down into the liquor. "Why apologize? And it's the least I can do for my family, really. What about you? Just killing time here? No judgement." She's certainly done it. "I'll make sure to keep that in mind the next time I'm alone," says H'vier, grinning in a way that suggests he knows perfectly well he's being inappropriate for no good reason. "For assuming you might be doing something that isn't working." It might be stereotypical, but they exist for a reason. "Tayte is busy and the babe is accounted for. I've done all the paperwork I can possibly do. So, yes. Just killing time." In a way that doesn't involve accidentally sleeping with anyone he's not supposed to be sleeping with. "You're disgusting," Aishani points out, but in a way that's not all that offended. For some reason, H'vier seems to get a pass. Maybe it's because he's H'vier. Or maybe it because she stabbed him. Six of one... "Oh, I was working, but not for the Weyr. I still try to keep that to a minimum. What needs to be done." Stupid Weyr, encroaching on her time. But something about that seems to give her a thought, enough of one to sit up and look the bronzerider over, in more of an assessing way than a fun way. Not like he's looking for that anyway. "Have some time on your hands? I might have a few things for you to do. Outside the Weyr." At least he hasn't offered to physically search her or anything. That's got to count for something. Or maybe not, considering he's not really supposed to go getting handsy with other women. Being good just doesn't suit him very well. "Some," says H'vier in regards to his time, not tentative but not exactly enthusiastic, either. "What could you possibly need to get done that you'd want me to do for you?" He sounds more curious, though, than incredulous. Taking a sip from her drink, boot swinging, Aishani notes, after making sure no one's paying particular attention besides the bronzerider, "Sometimes I have things that I need done, or associates of mine. Family. Everyone needs things moved around. And so many people have questions." She looks over to H'vier, rolling her eyes - but then giving him a flat look. Will he have questions? "They're awfully boring. Anyway, it's not much, probably the same places and bars you frequent anyway while you're killing time. Just with cargo." She certainly makes it sound like no big deal. H'vier might be kind of obnoxious sometimes but in this instance he really only has one question. It's an important one, though, from his point of view, and one that she really should be expecting him to ask. "And what do I get out of it? Please tell me it's not just gratitude. Because even if I was willing to accept that, I don't know if I'd believe that coming from you." With another eyeroll, "Money. I don't expect no questions for free." Aishani knows how these things work, though she does add prettily, "And my gratitude, and maybe the goodwill of my family, who are dealing in all sorts of things now, and totally on the up and up. Maybe they'll cut you a deal. I'd tell you I have some pretty cousins, but they're my cousins and you're... you." A little shrug, no offense, as she sets down her glass, half-finished. "Oh, my favorite thing." Money, that is. H'vier doesn't seem to take any offense to the things he could take offense to, smiling instead and noting as though she hadn't said basically the opposite, "You'll have to apologize to your cousins for me. I'm a taken man. And I take that very seriously." Is he fooling anyone? Probably not. "Money's enough. Just let me when and where and I'll be there." The bronzerider lifts his glass up in a cheers motion, then finishes off the rest of his glass in one smooth gulp. From her smirk as she slides off the stool, Aishani doesn't seem to be buying how seriously H'vier takes that status, but it's not really her concern. Even so, he's sort of a colleague at this point; she might as well say, "They've all learned to live with disappointment." Once she's standing, she picks up her glass to likewise finish her drink after tilting it his way. Setting it back down on the bartop, "Take the money seriously too and it'll all go fine. We'll have something in a few days, likely." Whoever 'we' is. As she starts up towards the patio and the bowl, she offers over her shoulder, "Try and have a good night." The sense that he might watch her leave doesn't speed her steps; she takes her time. "I'll have a fantastic night, don't you worry," says H'vier with a lazy grin. It might not be a hate to see her go, love to watch her leave scenario considering the bronzerider doesn't really hate to see Aishani go. But he definitely does like watching her leave and he does that right up until he remembers he needs a refill, turning back to flag down the barkeep. |
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