Difference between revisions of "Logs:Bestie"

It's a terrible night to fly or travel or be outside at High Reaches, so it's no surprise that Aishani and Iesaryth both have chosen to spend the night in. Even the queen has forgone her usual perch on her ledge, where she can see the bowl's activity - no sense in watching snow. Instead, she's curled up on her couch past the curtain, where the moisture from the bath can soothe her dry muzzle. Her rider is in a chair by the fire with a blanket, a book, and a mug, possibly taking a moment of leisure while there's little better to do.

With weather like this, one could expect only the most unusual of visitors to drop by. The scarred blue hide of Tacuseth could be seen as he lands, his wings snapping back as Jo drops down from his back. Both seem to ignore the rain completely as they linger just a bit in it - Jo mainly to grab something the attached carrysack at his side before going in. Iesaryth gets a nods from her like they're old friends before she calls out, "Shani! I'm comin' in!" Just in case.

Iesaryth's ledge is both dry and roomy, given she's just inside, so the gold is quick to let Tacuseth know he is welcome to all of it; where ever he is warmest and driest. She lifts her head to give a quiet whuff through the gap in the curtain, greeting for Jo and her lifemate both. Aishani doesn't move, calling back, "There's towels in the bath if you need them." She knows what it's like out. Still, she's not giving the bluerider too much of the side eye for dripping into the weyr - it's big, and Jo is one of the few people actually welcome. "What evil are you up to on a night like this? There's cider on the table." Indeed there is, a steaming pitcher with an extra mug.

Chuckling as she steps inside with a dark brown bottle tucked visibly just within her black leather riding jacket, "Want it spiked?" is her following question to the cider, trying to shake a bit of the rain from herself at the entrance before stepping further inside. "And, need ya ask? I just so happen to have a free night, and whaddya know," she pauses to drop into a chair near Aishani, "I thought it best to spend it with my bestie," she concluded, a rumbly-chuckle to follow her wordplay. "Not in the mood for strip dragonpoker at my weyr two nights in a row, anyway." There's a flash of a grin before reaching over to drop the bottle right there on the table before she picks up an empty glass. "So," she goes on to say. "Ya missed me, darlin'?"

Dryly, "It's already proper cider, so I don't know whether it needs spiking, really. But I'll have whatever you're having." Shani is quick enough to drain her cup and offer it over to Jo for filling. With a faint smirk, amused, "Bestie. I like that. And you're not?" Feigning shock at the other woman's lack of interest in gambling with clothes, she has to lean forward and put a wrist to the bluerider's forehead, like a mother checking a child's temperature. "Are you all right? Feeling well?" With a flash of a grin as she leans back, "Of course. But I know you're busy. The plus side, I suppose, is everything is going so well that we don't need to talk, though I do like to. How have you been?"

The grin on her face easy and a little manic as she pours some cider into her glass, "What else is there to do with this shit weather than to get shit-faced drunk?" is Jo-Logic, right there. She uncorks the bottle and pours some of that in, too before sliding that filled glass on over towards the goldrider before she makes herself a glass too. She tries to bat at the woman's hand when she teases on her lack of interest in the poker sport for the night before stating, "Bah, sometimes it really is hard bein' me. Folks tryin' to get me outta my clothes more times than I can count. I think they need a break, don'chu?" Yes, she's doing them a favor. Lifting her filled glass towards her in a silent toast before taking a leisurely drink, "Anyway. Yeah, things have been on the up'n up for us, huh? Between yer family doin' their part and my contacts..." she could even take that pause in a moment of satisfaction as she nods. "Yes, it's good. It's givin' some of the riffraff that didn' Impress'n too old to somethin' to do here. I like that. Ya know me," she now address the last question, leaning back and getting more comfortable in the chair with her drink in hand. "I float. Business is good'n no one's intereferin' with my life. Can' ask for better. Weyr's too busy celebratin' the new Weyrleader that ain', right."

Tone dry again as she takes the refill, sniffing at it, "Yes, if they see too much naked Jo, they'll overload and end up insane. Or stalkers. Or both." Aishani takes a sip after likewise raising her glass, seeming to be all right with whatever drink the bluerider's made up on the spot. "I would have thought you'd be on the winning end of that sort of game usually. And yes, I think that we can feel fairly accomplished at this point. I wouldn't say that we should let our guard down, but..." She shrugs. "It also gives some of the riffraff that did impress something to do," she notes, smirking. "With another clutch, we'll have to see if our friends have anyone they'd like to have a crack at dragon." Resettling her blanket, she nods. "More or less the same here. No one seems too bothered about how I've been spending my time, either. Which is preferred. I did get a chance to get down to Monaco a time or two, though."

"Definitely both," Jo heartily agrees, seeming ignore Aishani's dry tone as she savors the spiked cider. "And, sometimes it's fun to lose, darlin'. Can' have all the other ones bein' the ones to shed skin. Ya played before, right?" Jo peers at the weyrwoman as if she could determine that answer herself. Back to business, though. Nodding once to something said, "Another clutch already. Shit, I hope we do get lucky, but we weren' all that much the last time. Dunno how long the bosses wanna play this game, honestly." She looks pleased that Aishani has been blending in the shadows at the Weyr too, inclining her head to that before she quips, "A harder feat accomplished by a weyrwoman. It's a good thing when all eyes are turned elsewhere. With K'del back on the knot'n this Savannah wing from Monaco bein' put into life here, there's plenty distraction." And, speaking of Monaco, "What ya think of'em, anyway?" She gestures with her drink out towards the level, indicating the wing. "R'hin and them bein' here. Somethin' to it?"

"I've played dragonpoker, yes. I'm quite good at it, sometimes." Whether Shani's played strip poker or not? She leaves that alone. The wise guess would likely be no. Over a sigh, "Already, but too early for me. You'd think I'd get used to the idea, but no." Her nose wrinkles as she glances over to Iesaryth, dozing in the warmth of the weyr. "However long they want to, we can manage it. The dragons won't impress anyone they aren't meant to or aren't able to. Throwing a few more kids in front of them doesn't hurt anyone. And I suppose there's that. If I were senior, how much time would I have for our ventures." A shrug as she sips at her mug meditatively before, "I think they ought to have gotten something out of Savannah coming here, if they didn't. It's more people and dragons to feed. I don't think it's some plot Oriane has going, if only because... there are easier ways to get an in here. There's something to it, but I don't know if it matters."

"We'll play sometime," Jo decides to say before adding in with a chuckle, "Just without the panty-droppin'." She drains her glass and goes to refill it, eyeing Aishani's own while doing so. "I'm hopin' we get more of our own on dragons," she goes on to say as she pours with a slight frown. "Folks on the uptake with what we got goin' on would be useful. The ones not from Greenfields...I dunno if we can ultimately trust." When Aishani speaks of being senior, there's a studying look from the bluerider before she asks, "Still would want it, considerin'? Seems like, it all ain' worth it. Still wonder what even Taikrin thinks about it all, considerin'." She lets the mull for a bit before addressing the talk of the transferred wing, nodding at the words given. "Does make me wonder," she admits. "If I thought he would answer me, I'd ask R'hin myself. That one's a man of too many secrets."

Quirking a smile, "I like to play at the Lucky Seven sometimes. In a short skirt. It's too easy." Aishani has a derisive snort for any men - or women, really - that would be so distracted from money. She doesn't quite need a refill, but she'll hold out the mug for a top up, considering. "It would be nice, particularly if we had some say over who we brought in. H'vier's been fine and so have the others. I'm just - like you - a little concerned about who we can trust and how much. There's a lot I can get away with... not everyone else as much." As for senior, she has to sigh again. "It's difficult to step away," she explains. "Difficult still. It's better, perhaps. But it doesn't change..." She trails off and purses her lips. "No sense in going on about it. Anyway, it's entirely possible he might, but he's just as likely to avoid the question or say something cryptic. I didn't know you were... acquainted." That pause has a bit of a question to it, fine brows arched.

"Short skirt? Lucky Seven? My Bestie? A tag-along or it hasn' happened!" Jo declares with a wave of one hand, some of the liquor bought already starting to seep into her tone. She reaches to top up the weyrwoman's glass - with the liquor, of course - before adding, "I'm lookin' into it. Findin' more allies we can trust, that is. Ain' many more here. I think. Think maybe there could be one or two in the Savannah wing?" There's understanding in her gaze on talk of being senior, her head tilting a bit before she says more soberly, "'Ey. Yer still young, and ya know how these things go. Who knows which way the wind'll blow tomorrow, they say." She'll leave that there, especially in light of the last - Aishani asking about the Savannah wingleader in connection to her. The bluerider shrugs a bit before she answers, "Yer right. Oh, yeah...he made himself known to me a while back. That Hatchin' where that Rh'mis kid Impressed'n we both were in the stands. I was Impressed my notoriety had managed to even reach his ears in Monaco." Cocky Jo. Draining her glass, "He's interestin'," she admits a bit less brazenly and more soberly.

"Mm. It's been awhile and the weather here is terrible. We might as well go sooner than later." Aishani leans forward only to catch a glimpse of dark, cold night outside before grimacing. "I'd go to Southern more, but I don't want anyone getting used to it." 'Anyone' likely being N'rov, by her expression and past complaints both. She purses her lips at the idea of finding sympathetic riders in Savannah, noting carefully, "I'm not sure. I think... I think R'hin, and therefore Savannah, have something going on. I wonder if we ought to wait and see if that's complementary to our activities or not before making inquiries." She looks down into her mug to swirl it briefly as Jo continues, mixing what's within before drinking. "Interesting is one word," she can agree, smirking. "I'm not really sure... His dragon is my dragon's sire. I don't know what that makes people to each other, if anything."

The weather gets barely a glance from Jo, as if the nasty rain and her are friends. "Next time," she vows on them heading to the Lucky Seven, nodding firmly. "Ya got me curious as to how much ya fleece these men of their hard-earned wages with a skirt." The talk of Southern has her frowning - likely for the same reasons, but with a different bronzerider - before she answers, "Likely smart, darlin'." That comes our just a little gruff before she reaches to refill her glass with the right combination of cider and liquor. "So there is somethin' up," she summarizes from what Aishani says about the Monacoan wing transfer, lifting the brown bottle in askance towards her. "Yeah, wouldn' be surprised. Yeah, probably best to wait'n watch. Didn' know his dragon sired Iesaryth. Does she feel a connection like that?"

"Before turnover, maybe. It's getting close though, isn't it." Aishani takes another drink, nose wrinkling as she considers how close it is, exactly. "I have to get to the Weavercraft before then too. I have another dress." Which is no surprise, she always has another dress. She doesn't mention anything about Southern again, though there's a darker look that flickers across her features briefly; it passes with a shake of her head. "It could be a matter of Monaco's new Weyrleader, and that's it, all the Savannah business. But who knows." It's in her nature to expect something more nefarious, so it could just be her paranoia. "And does she. More to the place than any dragon in particular, but it depends on the... circumstances."

"Doin' anythin' special for it?" Jo speak of turnover, legs crossing as she nurses her concoction. "Besides the new dress, I mean." She detects that flicker of darkness in the other's gaze when Southern is mentioned, and the explanation given about R'hin and his wing seems to be mulled over before she nods. "Could be," she allows slowly, perhaps naturally suspicious deep down herself. "Ya say circumstances." Not really a question, but the way it's said, it might as well be. Should Aishani wants, the bottle is offered to top her up again. It's going to be a long night, after all, and it doesn't look like the bluerider is leaving anytime soon.

"I usually make the rounds," Aishani says grandly, with a regal wave of her hand to the imagined adoring crowds. "And meet up with N'rov somewhere along the way. I'd think he'd be back by turnover, but..." She gives a little shrug, shaking her head before she finishes what's in her mug, letting Jo give her a refill. She rolls her eyes toward the bluerider, but doesn't elaborate. As for circumstances; "I don't think they have a lot of conversations, but when they have, there seems to be some connection, yes." Which doesn't really say much more, but the goldrider tends towards this sort of dodging at the best of times. "Do you have plans for turnover? Or working?"

Topping Aishani's glass, "Yer a popular lady," Jo notes, grinning at her before leaning back. "Bet it would be good to see N'rov again. How's he likin' where he's at?" Aishani's answer on circumstances definitely draws her attention, but no further questions come in light of it, choosing to perhaps broach that particular subject at another time. When it turns to her about turnover plans, there's a small crinkle of her nose before she says, "Could very well be both workin' and playin'. That's what it was last turnover, so I wouldn' be surprised if it turned out that way again. I was thinkin' maybe keepin' it lowkey. Ya know, pop by the bar here for a bit, go visit our friends'n all...tell ya what," and she straightens up, tapping the bottle seated on the table between them. "We'll figure out turnover before this bottle empties out," she states firmly and decisively. "Or we talk about other shit. I don' care. I ain' leavin' here until at least yer swayin' or that bottle's bone dry." What are best friends for after all, right?

Aishani has a snort for 'popular', telling Jo, "It just makes sense. It's the best time to wander around someone's Weyr, when everyone's drunk and talking. You just have to mind your own mouth." Grimacing, "He likes it too much, with Fort as it is now. I don't want to talk about that." If she's given choices on what to talk about, she's quick to reject 'Southern' generally. Giving her mug a glance, then a measuring look towards Jo's bottle, "All right, let's talk about turnover and where we ought to go to figure what out. Business." That is going as planned, at least. Aishani has lots of opinions on what Weyrs are best to go to when and who to talk to, so it's hardly a challenge... until the bottle's gone and talking is a challenge, and the goldrider is content to just curl up in her armchair and pass out by the hearth. No swaying required, except maybe on the bluerider's end. If she makes it home.