Logs:Spoil My Flights
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| RL Date: 28 September, 2009 |
| Who: K'del, P'ax |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: P'ax is proddy. |
| Where: Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 11, Month 11, Turn 20 (Interval 10) |
| Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr The Snowasis is rarely quiet, and even then, the high-ceilinged former weyr is kept from echoing by the fantastical booths tucked into its convoluted perimeter. The secluded seating spaces have been shaped from the truncated stalagmites that escaped the smoothing of the main floor, and are both softened and separated by colorful hangings that are thick and opaque enough to make each corner its own private nook. Some of the smaller stalactites still roam the ceiling, their jagged teeth tracing a bumpy, inverted spine to the hearth. There, a thick rug with a low klah table and comfortable armchairs and couches sit, their upholstery and cushions changed sporadically to match the season: bright, light colors in the summer, fresh greens and yellows in the spring, warm autumnals in fall, and clear, rich hues for winter. Small tables litter the rest of the cavern, enough to fit up to four people each, while stools stand along the smooth wooden bar behind which is the passthrough window to the kitchen. Glass-paneled cabinetry behind the bar provides a clear view of the available liquors, the many colors reflecting the soft light of glows tucked into strategic niches around the cavern. It's probably one of the last really nice days: sunny, chilly but not too cold, only a very little bit of wind. That's sent plenty of people out onto the ledge to enjoy it while they can, but K'del is not among them. He sits up by the bar, engaging in an animated conversation with one of the girls, who is shaking up a fairly complicated cocktail for someone - but not K'del himself, presumably, since he already has a glass of whiskey in front of him, which he sips slowly and carefully at intervals. P'ax isn't supposed to be here. He'd know that, if he was in his right mind. It's obvious though, that he isn't, because he's got that vacant zombie look certain members of the Weyr have come to fear. That haze like state brings him up to the bar where he...stands... hands braced against the wood, leaning there and smiling goofily at absolutely nothing. Real classy...or creepy. Probably creepy, really. "Really smooth," K'del is telling the girl at the bar. "Like--" He hesitates, takes another sip of his drink and swallows it slowly. "Got to be old, am I right? Older than I am, at a guess." She laughs at swats merrily at him as the drink she's shaking up gets poured into a glass and layered with a few more ingredients. That's about the moment when K'del notices P'ax, his head shifting just slightly, a frown instantly becoming visible. "P'ax." It's a 'come here' kind of tone. P'ax turns his head slowly, tips it and slowly his vision swims briefly into focus. If he realizes he's in trouble, it's totally lost on him, just a breathy sigh of the Weyrleader's name, and like a puppy on a leash, lured in, he prances over and resumes his standing, but now to loom over K'del and grin stupidly at /him/ instead of the wall behind the bar. "/Sit/," says K'del, aiming a hand at P'ax's chest that's intended to push him back onto the stool that is conveniently vacant just beside him. "What are you doing here?" Presumably, he hasn't worked it out for himself, yet. Behind the bar, the girl gives the two of them a long glance, then takes her elaborate cocktail around the bar and off to some waiting customer. P'ax's hand reaches to snatch K'del's on his chest, instinctive in a way. "The girls are pretty here," he half-croons, and tries to nuzzle at K'del's hand like it's his favorite teddy bear before he can take it back. "/You're/ pretty." K'del's going to win the dense award of the year if he doesn't get it after that. "And you're here!" He blinks rapidly and leans in to ask, "Why are you here?" K'del's expression undergoes a metamorphosis in the wake of those comments, a note of unhappy terror blending in and then out as he struggles to control access to what he's thinking. He pushes P'ax's hand away from his chest, as he draws back his own. "/I'm/ here because I'm having a drink. And /you're/ presumably here so that I can cart you off to Carobet for breaking our deal, except maybe you're not entirely in your right mind. When's she go up, P'ax?" P'axgiggles at K'del, slumping down on the bar as silly and stupid as any prubescent teenage girl. "I wasn't going to drink, silly!" Eyes overbright in leans in again like he's confiding a secret. "I just like to look when they bend over." As if on cue one of the waitresses leans down to pull a rag from under the bar around the way, wiping down the condensation rings left by some departed patron. His question draws him back. "Soon," he says, smiling in a satisfied way. "Soon. She's...waiting for something." Wryly, "Of course you do, P'ax." K'del's lip curls, and he has to reach for his glass again, and take a much more forceful sip than his previous ones. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, eyeing P'ax. "What for?" he wants to know. P'ax gives K'del a cross-eyed look that's sort of accusatory. "She's waiting for the right one to come over since the /right one/ isn't going to." He pouts and lets his head sink to the table. "Why can you get drunk and spoil my flights and I can't have one little drink?" "The 'right one'," K'del makes airquotes as he says this, "is never going to come over, P'ax. Not while... not with Iovniath. You know that." He sounds mulish and stubborn, and maybe a little satisfied with this. "Plenty of other chasers around. And I /did not/ spoil your flight, so shut up about it." Beat. "/I'm/ not an alcoholic." P'ax blinks owlishly at K'del. "You're mean," he says quietly and lifts his head sluggishly, his body following after. There's pretty people to look at elsewhere, and even K'del's lure isn't as bright as to keep him around when the bronzerider is being a jerk. "No," says K'del. "I'm a realist." He watches after P'ax, but doesn't stop him; his expression is set too stubbornly for him to actually do much else. No better reply to that then shooting K'del a hurt look. "Yeah, well, you could at least try not to be so smug about it all. I know he's not coming, so does Yyth. Don't...gotta rub it around." P'ax shrugs his shoulders and thumps his fist on the bar for a moment before sighing and letting Yyth have him back, drifting out of the bar. K'del's expression hardens; now he just looks irritated. "Should be glad. Won't 'ruin your flight'," is what he calls back, loud enough that a few people around the bar turn to stare at them. K'del doesn't linger in that direction, turning back rapidly towards his drink. P'ax heads to the patio ledge. |
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