Logs:Sweet Tooth
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| RL Date: 26 April, 2013 |
| Who: Jo, R'co |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Late night haunting has Jo meeting a suave R'co over their flasks. |
| Where: Nighthearth, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 12, Month 8, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
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| It's a late night that finds Jo in the room, settled in a chair close to the shadows with her flask. There's a folded sheet of hide before her that has her attention, but her gaze occasionally falls on any passing shadows of those still lingering around at this time of night. He's not lingering, but R'co can be perhaps be seen but near certainly heard just outside of the entrance to the nighthearth alcove, where he's laughing with someone. The blonde brownrider breaks away from the unseen conversationalist, slipping into the nighthearth with a wide grin on his face and a plate of what would seem to be fresh bubblies; they smell hot, even if they're not newly-baked. He sets them down on the edge of the table near to those shadows that Jo occupies, slips around to the hearth to grab a mug of klah, then settles into a chair beside his plate of treats, kicking his feet up onto the next seat over. The laughter gets Jo's attention, causing her to look up from her reading to watch and see where those voices will wander. Since only one emerges, it's him that gets her scrutiny along with his plate of fresh bubblies. With her wild, unkempt-looking hair and black leathers, she straightens up with her flask to watch him get settled before she nods a wordless 'evening' to him - should he look her way - before taking a drink. R'co does happen to look her way as he pulls a flask of his own out of a pocket in his leathers. He even offers the dishevelled brunette a saucy wink and a click of his tongue as he unscrews the lip and pours a hearty glug of something golden into his klah mug. Raising it in a toast to Jo, he takes a sip from the neck of the flask before closing it up and tucking it away again, then he nudges the bubbly-laden plate towards her, with a silent, crooked smile of an invitation to help herself. "Spiked klah." It's a slight question from Jo as she passes a look his way and what he does. R'co's wink is taken in stride, and when he nudges the plate forward, she hesitates as if she was going to take one before she waves them off. She lifts her flask slightly towards him and says, "I satisfy my sweet tooth with more unconventional ways." That's her excuse for drinking so late, probably. "But don' stop yerself from gorgin' on my account." "I bet you do." R'co draws the bubblies back, taking one for himself and biting delicately into it. "I'd call it... refuelling, rather than gorging... I've had the most fabulous two days down in Nerat that more than satisfied a certain, ah, 'sweet tooth', if you know what I mean." Wink wink, nudge nudge. He licks a little bubbly filling from his finger, then sets down the half-eaten treat to sip his klah. "I wonder - are your unconventional ways something you'd care to share?" "Did'ja," Jo counters, regarding that wink with slight interest. "I wouldn' know exactly what ya mean, sir. I tend to have a dirty mind, and for all I know, yer talkin' about spendin' those two days down in Nerat bathin' canine pups." Despite the deadpan, there's indication that she could be jerking his chain. Maybe. Dark eyes return to her hide she's reading upon his question only briefly before she lifts her flask and answers, "Instead of bubblies, I drink. Nothin' sweeter than that strongest whiskey, I'd say. Clears the mind far better." R'co purses his lips thoughtfully at Jo, trying to figure out where she's coming from. "No pups involved, darling, though there was bathing. I can't imagine why I'd cross the planet to muss myself bathing canines." He laughs, drawing out his flask once more and sliding it across the tabletop towards the bluerider. "That's from Southern Boll. Not my typical tipple, but you can almost taste sunshine in it. And... well. Let's just say it evokes memories. Of, ah, bathing... bathing non-pups." "Ya can be surprised what someone would cross the continent to do," Jo murmurs, tipping her flask to her lips for a drink. Only once she puts it down does she catch R'co nudging his towards her, and she sets hers down and takes his up. She slides her own towards him in exchange - that's what drink companions do, right? - as he speaks, taking a good swallow of his before putting it back down. "Well," she drawls, looking at the flask. "Not sure what sunshine tastes like, darlin'. Don' think I ever had that sort of pleasure. But. It's sweet." To her, anyway. Gesturing towards her own, "Mine's the exact opposite," she says then with a light smirk. "It's all darkness and drownin' things. Might make ya cough for the burn that goes down yer throat. Crom-brewed and an acquired taste." "I never did quite get the taste for Crom's brews..." R'co fingers Jo's flask delicately, then raises it to his lips for a small, tentative sip. It makes him wince, but he doesn't cough; not until he takes a slightly longer pull. A half-mouthful, perhaps. He's halfway through passing it back to its owner when he coughs, shaking his head. "Still don't have much of a taste for it." He leans back in his chair, flicking blonde hair from his eyes. "I think I'll stick to getting my booze from Boll, and my lovers from Crom. I have an awful tendency to fall for Miner-stock. They're just... delightful." Jo seems to take some pleasure in watching R'co with her flask, and when he eventually coughs, "Takes a strong stomach, that it does," she says for it, reaching out for her flask back as she nudges his back towards him. To the rest though, there's a light snort and a wry, "So ya can' get the taste of a strong, Crom brew, but ya can get the taste of a strong Cromese miner? Delightful, ya say. Ain' no miner I ever met got paired with that word. Yer in Crom often, then?" it's casually asked. R'co shakes his head. "I'm only ever there on business, and there's rarely any pleasure involved." Biting into his bubbly serves as a pause; once it's swallowed, he continues. "It's those outside of Crom that I tend to fall for." He wrinkles his nose before rubbing over it with his balled fist, the chirpier countenance fading briefly. Then he tosses his head to flick his hair out of his eyes, and fixes a forced smile on Jo. "Delightful in bed, darling, though a little too uncouth in the manners department - at least in the case of a certain few." "Business." Arms come to fold across Jo's chest, the one word alluding as a question to go on. Now, she really looks R'co over in the pause before she notes, "Don' think I've ever seen ya around these parts, nor over there. Yer just passin' through, or...?" There's a lengthy pause for that to let him answer, then she addresses his last with short laughter and, "Well, that's what we don' have in common. I rather like them for their uncouth manners, seemin' as how I'm one and the same." One corner of her mouth hitches just a tad. "Don' matter much for how they are in bed. So long as they're rough." Beat. "But really," she drawls with a flick of her head back, "I've just met ya and we're already on the subject of sex partners. That must be a new time for me. I try to not make a habit of talkin' about naughty things with strangers I have no names of. It's just bad, uncouth manners." Brows lift and fall, and she smiles as she reaches for her flask. "I'm from here, I just haven't been here in, oh, turns." R'co flutters his hand to brush away the exact time that he's been gone. "But I'm absolutely back home, and home to stay, I hope." He leans towards Jo, giving her a look that's playfully - teasingly, even - appraising. "You look far smoother than the types I had in mind, darling - they'd be belching and doing all sorts of crude things by now. Crude as in foul, not sexual. That I wouldn't have a problem with." He shrugs and smiles, unapologetic. "But you're absolutely right, I have no manners." Extending the lean, he holds out his hand to the bluerider. "R'co. Brown Deveriteauxth's, assigned to Snowdrift. High Reaches by way of Ista Weyr and -- well, I'd bore you with the details. It's an absolute pleasure to meet you." It's news to Jo, his coming home, and so she's openly interested. Brows lift at that, and when R'co delivers the next on crude, "Just because I look smooth, doesn' mean I ain' a crude sort of girl," and there's that small, dangerous smile to go with it. "Maybe I've just had enough practice at hidin' it better than they do. That in meanin', I care little about manners." She eyes his extended hand as he makes the introductions, and after a moment she reaches out to give him a firm shake as she states, "Jo, blue Tacuseth's. Glacier. Welcome home, I suppose that's what they say." Releasing him and leaning back, the last has her quirk of lips. "Actually, I have a distinct interest in origins. Some would call it freakish, even. I promise ya, details wouldn' bore me." There's a flash of a grin before she asks, "Satisfy my curiosity, R'co. Why now?" And, after a pause, she clarifies with, "Why come home now, since it sounds like ya've been gone a long time from the Reaches. By choice?" R'co's handshake is firm - strong, even, which may contradict the fact that his hands are so soft. "From what I've seen of you so far, darling, I've not got a single complaint." He leans back and raises his spiked klah to her, before chugging down a hearty few mouthfuls. "Jo. It suits you. Strong in a slightly dominant, maybe even masculine way - but short and sweet enough to be pretty, and feminine." Another bubbly is taken from the plate, but toyed with rather than eaten straight off. "Honestly, the details are awfully dull. I was at the Healer Hall. I was Searched at Ista. I Impressed six turns ago, I wanted to come home. I put in for a transfer, and I'm here." To his compliments, "Is this how ya operated in Boll? Sweet murmurs and a played game?" Jo is amused. She looks entertained, even, since she's leaning slightly forward and propping up an elbow on the table. "Except, ain' no 'slightly' 'bout it. I am dominant. Very few can attest to otherwise in this world." She's cocky too, as clear as can be. "So, Healer Hall, huh? I would've pegged ya for the harper type. Ya certainly have the look," and her glance flicks over him as if in evidence. "Honeyed words and all, and a pretty mouth to boot. Better hope no one in this Weyr takes a fist to it. Reckon a lot's changed since ya left." She takes a drink then, and as she puts it down, "Ista didn' work, all of a sudden? Or are ya runnin' from somethin'?" Her gaze even looks enticing for an answer. "Healer Hall as a student, not an apprentice." The way R'co presents it, there's a little contempt for the latter title. "Training how to use these," both hands are held up, long, slim fingers wiggled, "in the most pleasurable ways. Naturally, I'd be happy to demonstrate, if you're ever so inclined." An open invitation, accompanied by a smug little smirk. "Oh, my pretty little mouth's been through far worse, darling, don't you worry about it." And he pouts for her, pursing his lips into an air-kiss. "It's my nose I'm rather more worried about." He runs a fingertip along said feature's bridge, pausing at the bump in it - a reminder of a break in the past. "I used to have such a gorgeous nose." Looking almost dubious, "What, like a brothel?" Jo questions deliberately, playfully, looking at the brownrider's delicate hands. "Didn' think the Healer Hall dallied in the art of pleasure. The things one learns. I wouldn' worry 'bout my pleasure," she drawls that out with a toss of her wild hair. "Like I said, I'm unconventional. But yer a vain sort of man, aren'cha?" She jerks her chin towards his face before dropping, "Got socked in the nose too many times in Ista?" "Hah!" R'co laughs, shaking his head so that his ashy hair falls across his blue eyes. "Brothel, darling? Oh, no. I've been slipped tips for extra services here and there, but do I look like someone who needs to be bought for sex?" He's amused enough to sit up and lean towards Jo with both elbows on the table, and a wide, toothy grin on his sun-kissed face. "I'm a masseuse, darling. A trained beautician. Looking good is an art, and of course I ought to look as good as possible to sell myself for my full worth." Which should answer her question of his degree of vanity. "Let's just say not everyone appreciates the same things, and I was too slow in learning how to dodge." The scar on his temple, matched by the one on his jaw, are as much a testament to that as his bumpy nose is. "But what about you, dominant Jo? Why shouldn't I worry about the pleasure of someone as gorgeous as you?" "Ya look like someone that takes pleasures more than even I," Jo counters with an arched brow. "I imagine this was what ya did back in Ista, then? Got on the wrong side of someone with yer talents, to have a few fists flyin' yer way?" There's quiet laughter as she takes a drink from her flask, setting it aside afterwards as she adds, "Yer as vain as I am arrogant. As for worries and my pleasure..." there's a blip of a lopsided grin as she gathers up her hide and flask, getting to her feet. She slides a hand to her side, knocking back one flap of her open black leather jacket to reveal the knife hilt strapped there. "...I'm like this blade, darlin'," she continues after that brief pause. "I tend to cut both friend and foe. That's how I take my pleasure. This has been illuminatin for me, but I better get back to my side. Since yer here for the long haul, I'm sure we'll eventually run into each other again, R'co." "A lady with hidden talents. Perhaps it's as well that I've got the Healer training to patch myself up, if needs be?" R'co seems impressed by the knife, running his tongue over his bottom lip before biting down on it, settling Jo with a sultry sort of look. "Illuminating, indeed. I do hope we run into one another again... perhaps even for business?" He wiggles his fingers at her, smirking. "I'll give you a discount, if you make up for any, aha, extras in tips." Wink wink. "I think ya'd say that there was flowers comin' outta my ass if it will get ya some business," Jo quips, humor in her tone as she steps away. "Perhaps a shame that I'm a hard sell. Darlin'." Her smile grows and then she's turning and heading out of the place tossing over her shoulder, "But, the pleasure was all mine in meetin' ya. Enjoy the rest of the night satisfyin' yer sweet tooth." "Oh, I will, darling. I do love hearing that said in that accent." R'co touches fingertips to his temple, giving the bluerider a farewell salute. "And you enjoy your night, Dominant Jo." There's an amused shake of her head before Jo states, "One way or another." Then, she's gone. |
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Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Sat, 27 Apr 2013 00:37:17 GMT.
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Incorrigible, the botha yas! xD
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