Logs:Whiskey For It
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| RL Date: 28 October, 2015 |
| Who: E'dre, R'oan, Cece (NPC), O'sek (NPC) |
| Type: Log |
| What: Hematite's enthusiasm for drink and gambling stir up some controversy at the Fountain |
| Where: The Glass Fountain, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 16, Month 2, Turn 39 (Interval 10) |
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| Hematite seems to be participating in one of its (many) off-duty bonding activities. Half of the wing has split, some trailing out of the Fountain with shouts and cheers of heading to Dice to gamble, while those who remain seem content to lounge in various spots throughout the establishment. During the shuffle, E'dre has found himself at a table alone. Unbothered by this, the Acting Weyrleader continues to sip at his whiskey and stare in an unfocused way into the distance as his thoughts have taken hold of his focus. R'oan is here, at the bar. His own glass is full of clear liquid, being consumed at a steady pace, and his own wing missing for the evening. It means he has little backup with him as his grey-green eyes slide slowly after the Hematites and he announces loudly enough to be heard by the entire bar as his gaze finds its slow way back to E'dre, "Surprising. Hematite has the marks to go throwing them around gambling yet again while the rest of us scrape by." His words are dry, the syllables softened with alcohol. E'dre's eyes focus and level on R'oan. He has no smile and his tone is flat as he replies, "Funny. Last time I checked, I'm currently running the Weyr with little to no pay for my trouble. Dice is not expensive," he adds, lifting a brow, "and if you're any good at the games, you can walk out of there either a winner or at least breaking even." He shakes his head, muttering under his breath about 'bothering to answer' and seems intent on ignoring R'oan by shifting in his seat and looking behind him. For someone - anyone else - to talk to. "So you say, but who is checking your pockets? Or your wingmates?" challenges R'oan dryly, the cavern suspiciously quiet now as conversations die out to observe the brownriders. There's murmurs, of course, but there are always murmurs. He adds, "Don't bullshit a bullshitter. That isn't how gambling works. You think Dice is running up there just for charity and your riders are walking away with more marks every day?" A pause, and he turns to look at another wingrider with the hint of a crooked smirk. "Or maybe they are, right, O'sek? They've cheated before." If R'oan is going to rely on O'sek for back-up it seems E'dre's already got another stepping up to take his side. Cece steps out of that all-too-silent crowd to slide into a chair beside E'dre. The two Hematite brownriders exchange looks and then E'dre shakes his head subtly at her. He looks to R'oan with a lifted brow, "Sure they've cheated. They may be be cheating now. If you're concerned about my marks, you should write to Edric. I'm sure he'd love to fill you in on all the budgetary details." Cece interjects before E'dre can stop her, "You're such an ass R'oan. Can't even appreciate that E'dre and Hattie took a larger hit so others didn't suffer as much." O'sek, notably, says nothing, though there are murmurs, as always. Always murmurs. "That's me. The only asshole here, right?" R'oan agrees easily, lifting his clear glass in a toast to Cece and then tipping it back to drain the liquor. "Doesn't change that they already got a larger chunk to begin with before all this happened. Always have. Why, because they are that much more important than the rest of us, right? If they did at all." He slides to his feet, leveling a dismissive look over Cece for all that there is the hint of a crooked smile. "And they made the decision, sweetheart. They can fight their own battles if the rest of us who aren't in their pockets are unhappy." E'dre leans back in his chair and reaches to rest a hand on Cece's arm to stall her from rising to the bait R'oan seems intent on laying out. "Are you trying to make a point here R'oan?" E'dre asks with a flat tone and lifted brow. "Or are you simply running your mouth before you silence it with more alcohol?" O'sek gets a glance and then so does the crowd with their murmurs. "I think I made my point," R'oan replies dryly, flipping over his empty glass against the bar in a slow, deliberate gesture. His gaze slides to Cece, and that smile returns with the glint of amusement in sharp eyes. "Good girl. Heel." He digs into his pockets for marks, getting ready to leave, at least, even if he's going to leave an uproar behind in his wake. "Oh, don't bother paying," E'dre says so very casually as he makes a wave at the barkeep from taking R'oans marks. "I'll cover your tab for the evening. I can afford it, can't I? Being the rider in charge of everyone at this Weyr. It's a trivial sum, after all." Cece half-rises from her chair in response to R'oans 'heel' comment but is forcibly held back by E'dre's tightening fingers on her arm. "Don't let the door smack you in the ass on your way out, R'oan," Cece all but spits at the other brownrider. R'oan only breathes out a sound that could be a laugh, and shoves his marks back into his pocket. "As you said. You can afford it," he repeats. And he winks to Cece before he turns and leaves. There's no door to smack him in the ass, alas, but he'll probably get what's coming to him another way. |
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