Logs:What to Call a Boyfriend
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| RL Date: 23 June, 2014 |
| Who: Jadzia, Telavi |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Telavi brings the sketch that Jadzia 'commissioned' from K'zin. |
| Where: Stables, Crom Hold |
| When: Day 24, Month 1, Turn 35 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Cold. No snow or rain, hurray! |
| Mentions: K'zin/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: So backdated. |
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| The next day Jadzia is precisely where she told Telavi that she might be at any given time. She's even working, even though it's later in the day. Maybe she's just hanging around so she doesn't miss the greenrider. Her delivery is pretty important, after all. So the braided blonde is picking out what she can from the stalls that have probably already been cleaned at least twice already today or, rather, currently rolling the wheelbarrow down the aisle toward another stall. By rights, the other blonde-- when she finally shows up-- should have her hair unbraided in contrast, but it isn't quite; at least the two barely-there braids that are present only loop from her temples to meet at the back of her head, making a pretense of confining that long mane. She's smartly clad, with a blouse that matches the creamy ribbon in her hair, and subtly scented with something sweetly spicy that has nothing at all to do with dung. Yes, she's watching her step, more so than the scroll case that swings from one shoulder. She also might well have been watching Jadzia, considering how she waits until the stablehand's just starting to enter that second stall before calling, "Good afternoon." That, or coincidence likes her. There are worse smells in the world than runner dung. Jadzia, possibly, doesn't even notice it much these days. Certainly not until after she leaves the stables for the day. The voice makes her pause and glance back, maybe annoyed that it's caught her off guard at all. There's a quick flick of her gaze up and down Telavi as she sets the wheelbarrow down and turns toward the greenrider. "I was wondering if you were actually going to come." There are, and Telavi's had to shovel such, thanks to her own personal carnivore and cruel, cruel weyrlingmasters with no respect for her sensitive nose. But that was Turns ago, and surely something the no-longer-weyrling would like to forget; now she tilts her head, inquiring, "Why?" It's a real question, in her lilting Benden voice. A breath later, "Not only did I come, I brought your prize." As though that might have been in doubt. Jadzia rubs her hands on her legs after checking the door to the stall she was getting ready to clean. As she turns back to Telavi, she says, "Because you put on a brave face while I was naked in your boyfriend's bed, but I know you weren't happy about it." Maybe she should wait to say stuff like that until after she gets what she wants. But she's smiling so that means she's teasing, probably. "I appreciate it. I bet its intended will, too." "'On.' On my boyfriend's bed," and quite possibly Telavi's teasing too, given that she says it so haughtily that if it were raining-- and if Crom's stables managed to leak-- she might get water up her high-tilted nose. If it also took an effort of will to not check out Jadzia's trousers for rubbed-on stains, one wouldn't know it by the sparkle in her eye. "And is its soon-to-be-appreciative intended... your 'intended' as well?" Plus or minus the stray proposition. "On," repeats Jadzia with a vaguely amused wrinkle of her nose. She opens her mouth to answer the rest, but ultimately hesitates and puffs out a breath instead. "Why don't I put this stuff away and we can see about that drink, yeah?" So she turns away again to pick up the handles of the wheelbarrow and wheel it away to its home. Telavi lifts a brow at her-- don't think she hadn't noticed-- and says brightly, "Let's do." While Jadzia's doing that, Tela will poke around in whatever's interesting enough to poke around in, but then it is a stable, so... she'll probably be glad enough to head off to the bar-or-whatever when the other blonde is done. There's a tack room and some other various barn paraphernalia, but Jadzia won't take terribly long putting things away before she's coming back to lead Telavi off. She knows precisely where they're going so she asks as she walks, "So are you two all perfect now?" Telavi might poke at the leatherwork on a particularly nice bridle, for instance, but at least her hands stay clean; as they walk-- and between smiling glances here and there at passersby once they're somewhere trafficked enough to encounter them, because of course this is completely normal-- "Would you believe me more if I said yes, or no?" Tela inquires, and this sidelong smile is for Jadzia herself. She leaves a pause before, "Really, though, it's very distressing. There must be a better word than 'boyfriend' out there." A cross-passageway gets a look; perhaps the word is hiding out down there. "I'm not sure I know either of you well enough to answer that. But I tend to assume anything that seems like it's going well is just a charade. Or about to blow up." Jadzia doesn't sound like she's joking anymore and she doesn't seem to think Telavi is, either. She even manages a moment of looking sympathetic before she offers, "Friend you have sex with? Doesn't really suggest exclusivity, though, does it." "There's something to be said about that," says Telavi, wry. She steps to the side of the passageway, automatically, when an auntie heads by with three stairstep chidren in tow. Afterward, "It doesn't, not that it has to, but... it sounds transient? less connected? and it's too long and unwieldy besides. 'Friend that I like to cuddle with and gaze at adoringly in a way that will make you lose your lunch' doesn't have the right ring to it either." Jadzia isn't too worried about getting out of anyone's way. They'll walk around her if they need to. "I guess you could just call him 'friend'. But I dunno if that's quite right, either. Lover sounds so... old." Then there's a somewhat more dramatic sigh and she says, "I really should have come on harder when I first met him. He seems like he'd be a fun roll." "I have a lot of friends," Telavi says lightly. "Maybe 'sweetheart,' if it's not too--" her fingers flutter in the air illustratively, right before she has cause to give Jadzia a look... that's followed by an airy, just-as-light, "'You snooze, you lose.'" "I don't really have friends," says Jadzia. It's not one of those fishing sort of remarks. Just a fact. One she doesn't seem to feel is all that necessary to change. "We'll see about that," she challenges. Whether she's being serious or not is left unclear. "Just here," she says with a gesture to a door. Drinks await! Nor is it something Telavi seems to feel is at all necessary to protest, though there is a distinctive arch to her brows before the brilliant flash of a smile that follows. With that, she's swinging the door wide and walking right through. Where... it's dim and not exactly fresh, as dive bars tend to be, but Tela looks about with interest and no hint of discomfort-- nor does she clutch the scroll case for safekeeping, or quickly dart a protective hand to give away where marks might be hidden. Jadzia seems perfectly comfortable here so it must be the sort of place, possibly the actual place, she comes to drink on a regular basis. "What will you have?" she asks, gesturing to a booth rather than the bar. "Pick for me," Telavi promptly replies with a smile, just before she slips onto the suggested bench-- and with a tilt of her chin that teases between challenge and test. "If you aren't sure...." though surely Jadzia wouldn't be at a loss for an answer, would she? "...just go with what you're having." Oh, as soon as Telavi suggests that Jadzia choose for her, her fate was already decided. Of course she'll get them both the same thing. She starts with an extra shot, though, downing that before she actually moves to carry the two remaining drinks to the booth. Her choice is a strong and not incredibly smooth liquor. The cheap sort that's best after you've already had a few too many drinks. "Enjoy," she says with a grin once she sets the glass down in front of Telavi. Sadly, Telavi just hasn't had that many yet. When she takes the shot glass it's with an interested glance, though she doesn't spend long on assessing it; her gaze soon returns to the other woman as she lifts the glass. "Now, what got you to pick this?-- To prizes, and keeping promises." Toast complete, she knocks the shot back; it must burn, she doesn't hide it, but its coarseness is clearly not unfamiliar. "My usual," says Jadzia, lifting hers to meet the toast before she's following suit and knocking it back. It does burn. But she seems to enjoy the fact that it does. Maybe she's just a masochistic alcoholic. "Do you want me to get you something easier?" Telavi gives her bright eyes and a straight line: "What's the fun in easy?" "I'll drink to that," says Jadzia with a smile pulling at her lips. "We might just get along, after all." Because this was apparently in question at some point. She lifts a hand for a server and orders more for them. And she'll probably keep them coming until Telavi says uncle. |
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