Difference between revisions of "Logs:A'son Wants to Drown R'hin"

A'son is situated at a two person table tucked away in a corner of the Snowasis. He's dressed for flying, aside from the riding helmet and gloves which are left off to the side. There are two hides laid out in front of him. One scribbled with writing and doodles is off to the left. The other is mostly blank except for a few lines, placed directly in front of him. His right hand is pressed up against his forehead and his eyes are distinctly bloodshot as he stares vapidly at the words in front of him.

It's way too early to be up drinking or gambling, but here N'thei comes into the a fast-becoming den of iniquity. Fortunately for his pristine reputation-- please feel free to scoff-- he looks like he's looking for something /other/ than carousing this time. He heads over to a table opposite A'son's and rummages around a few moments among the chairs and such, winds up scratching the back of his neck with a bemused frown. It's only once his eyes start scavenging the rest of the room that they come across A'son; he calls, perversely amused, "You look like death, mate."

The right hand reaches out for a mug of something steamy. He takes a long swallow from it and blinks his eyes, shakes his head and in general looks as if he's trying to wake up from a fog. The rummaging catches his attention and he stares at N'thei, eyebrows lifting just a smidge. "I think if I was dead I might feel better." Comes the the wryly amused reply. The mug is lifted to his lips again and sipped from. "What are you looking for, man? Left something here last night?"

There's really no way to be sure if N'thei is lying, not from the levity of his response or the flickering quality of his smile; "Pair of panties. Not mine obviously." He winds up pulling the curtain partially closed around the table he'd been ransacking before he lugs himself across and drops gracelessly into the chair across from A'son. "You? Left your will to live behind or something?"

"I hope not. Though I'm not sure how I feel about you wandering around with panties in your posession and losing them in bars. But I guess that's the least of the world's problems." A'son muses, quirking a small smile as he leans back in the chair. "A little pissed off and frustrated. I drank maybe three or four drinks more than I should have last night to forget about it." He rubs his fingertips in a circular motion on his forehead. "You'd think I'd be old enough to know the headache in the morning isn't worth the temporary numbing."

"Only two things to cure that." N'thei looks around the room like he might find one of them just sitting around, but he comes back to A'son with an apologetic shrug. "Water or more liquor." The latter option is always on hand of course, and he half-opens his jacket to betray a glimmer of flask-silver from his breast pocket. Then; "What's got your knickers in a twist in the first place?"

A'son holds his hand up and shakes his head. "I don't think I want to look at any liqour for a little while. At least a couple of hours." His elbow is dropped onto the table and he props his chin into it. Eyes flicker to the flask, lingering there a second before traveling back to N'thei. There's a helpless shrug of his shoulders. "This weyr and the leadership that doesn't do anything. We need a real Weyrleader." He pulls back again and reaches for his mug, sipping. A moment of silence before he states, "I hope there's another flight soon. I hope R'hin loses." The small, amused smile creeps back in. "That and all of the completely insane women that reside here."

N'thei's eyebrows go up, go up, stay up. He looks askance for a couple of seconds, oooookaaay, then composes himself more appropriately to slouch in his chair and eyeball A'son with a doubtful frown. "So you think all of the Reaches' problems come back to R'hin, eh? --And the plethora of lady nutters, that I'll give you. I'd drink to it if you weren't playing sober and it wasn't before noon." He tips an imaginary glass anyway.

"No, not exactly. I don't think they were caused by him, but they should have been fixed by him. What's the point of having a leader if they don't actually lead anything?" A'son shrugs his shoulders and sinks back into the chair some more. "I mean, we have a man demoted who didn't do anything. A hold defected because it felt like it. We were in jail. Winter is coming and we're just going to 'adjust' so that it's like Crom never was a part of us, but it was. We all know it but a lot of people want to pretend like nothing ever happened." There's another lift of his shoulders. "I feel sometimes like I'm around people who live in a fantasy world where everythings great and their biggest concern is who's sleeping with who."

"I don't mean to sound like a prick." Possibly for a change? "That's a lot of belly-aching and no cure listed for it. What good's it doing to list the Weyr's problems if you're not planning to solve them?" N'thei shrugs a beefy shoulder lazily, otherwise fails to look stirred by A'son's laundry-list of cankers. "Some of us just don't like to rage against the stuff we can't fix. Look where 'taking action' got us. You want to go back to a cell?"

An eyebrow goes up for the first, amusement again, likely. "Didn't say I didn't have a cure anywhere for it." A'son links his hands behind his head, adding, And some of us can't just sit back and not feel it. I can't just... look at it and not be pissed." A small gesture of his hand to the general area that they're in. "Anyway, that's what got me down here. That and a few other things. But they're more personal than my obvious annoyed political leanings." Hands are unlocked and his fingers trace the rim of the cup. "Do the panties at least belong to an attractive girl?" He asks, attempting to bring the conversation back around to that.

N'thei asks sardonically, "And what cure have you got? Stuff R'hin in a sack and drop him in the lake?" No sooner are the words out there than his expression changes, looks impressed with his own suggestion, even in jest; not such a bad idea? "A lot of people are pissed, mate, but don't let it drive you to drink. Not over shit that's not your problem to solve, neh?" His fingers flick toward the closed curtains, presumably with panties hiding behind them, dismissing A'son's question. "After you just bitched that all people worry about is who's nailing who, you really expect me to answer that?" Please.

"Ah ha, but it's not /all/ that I think about. My mind occasionally gets occupied other places." A'son smirks and finishes whatever is left of his drink. He studies N'thei's changing expression and eventually laughs. "Stuff him in a sack? Fantastic idea. I think you should proceed immediately with seeing that it happens." Original question of his friend ignored, he picks his gloves up off the table. "I live here. I see it. I can't help it. I'm one of those idiots that gets stuck in a loop because I think too much. Sometimes a drink breaks it up for a little while. Or a few hours."

"Thanks, but I don't think Satiet would go so far to protect me as last time. Certainly not if I drown the weyrleader." N'thei entertains himself with the notion anyway, gray eyes unfocused and smile tinging the corners of his mouth. "Unless maybe you want to be the one to fill the sack with rocks first. All for one? --Which girl anyway? We can't solve the Weyr's big problems, not today, so who's got you all knotted up like this?"

"Who knows? Maybe she doesn't really like him. You'll be doing her a favor. Women like when you do those sorts of things for them. I swear." A'son imparts, lips pulled back in a humorous grin. "No, I'll let you do it all. This way you can have all of the glory for 'helping' her." The smile fades a little bit and there's a roll of his eyes. "All of them. A Certain one who leaves without saying a word. Another who's clearly some sort of tortured soul. And a fifteen year old who snuck into my weyr to greet me after sweeps. Without clothes. That's in addition to the /other/ one trying to make me mend certain friendships. All of them, crazy."

N'thei wears a thanks-but-no-thanks expression for all of A'son's generosity, his head dipped to a very slow shake at the end of it. No drowning the weyrleader, such a pity. "Names, mate, names. How am I supposed to know who to give a cock-eyed look to for the crazy if you won't be a little more forthcoming?" His expression begs indulgence, and it certainly goes a long way toward ignoring the Bigger Problems.

A'son lifts his eyebrows, "What, you can't figure it out? The usual suspects. Shanlee, Tavrie. Persie is one but she's not all that usual. The kid was the kid." There's a flash of guilt on his face where the 'kid' is concerned and the name is left unmentioned. "This is the last time I drink like this. All I've done this morning is complain like a woman."

N'thei looks nothing short of amused by the first two, a feel-you-there companionship written all over his face about Shanlee and Tavrie. This is soon followed by a wince at the mention of Persie, then stark confusion about the 'kid.' It's quite a range of emotions for so short a span. "You can't be talking about Milani? --Heh, like a woman. If the shoe fits."

A'son nods his head, almost imperceptibly in response to N'thei's question. "A damn awkward moment. I'm not sure how to look at her exactly the same again." A mixed look of confusion and guilt flash across his face. "Sometime it does." He admits, expression coming close somewhere in the ball park of being a grin.

Still in shock; "I could tell she was sweet for you, anyone could tell that, but she's /fifteen/." Fifteen might as well be /five/ for the way N'thei says it, the way his lips purse to a startled whistle-shape afterward. "What are you going to do about it? No delicate way to tell a girl she's still just a girl, is there?" See, here's a problem they /can/ solve.

"I told her she didn't really want me." A'son says, taking in a breath. "It was awful. I just. I didn't even know she was in the weyr with me. I got off sweeps, I sat down, I closed by eyes and bam! She's right there. I guess she was in the bed, waiting or something." He shakes his head slowly, evidentally reliving the scene moment by moment. "I told her it wasn't right. That I'm almost twenty-seven and if we... if we got involved like that she would stop being a kid. That I didn't want to do that to her and that she needed to you know, enjoy being a kid and stuff. She needed to break some hearts." He looks to N'thei in confirmation of whether that was 'the right thing to say' or not.

N'thei actually looks impressed by all the information, eyebrows to climb higher the further A'son explains. "That's a sight more than I would have done. I'd have marched her bare ass out of the weyr and let her figure out on her own exactly how cold and embarrassing being an adult can feel." Not that he'd likely have explained the moral behind the lesson, but that's another story. After a time, thoughtfully scratching his thumbnail across his lower lip, still in a slouch; "You could always just tell her there's someone else, someone more age-appropriate."

"That's what I planned on doing initially. But then she started to sob and cry. I don't have the spine to kick out a girl when she's like that." A'son admits, a flash of pink to his cheeks. This is hidden as he suddenly finds it neccessary to scratch both sides of his face. "She wanted to know if she was older, if I'd want her. I told her come back when she was older, but that I would probably be an old man in a rocking chair at that point. Then she called me a dirty old man." There's a hiss of breath. "I should have, you're right."

"She started crying?" N'thei groans, eyes rolled, and he leans his head far back until it nearly rests on the back of the chair, has him looking wholly at the ceiling. "Of all the girls to show up naked in your weyr, it would have to be the one you can't touch, wouldn't it? I say we drown R'hin not for his general incompetence, but because he hasn't filled the Weyr with pliant women of a reasonable age. Use Shanlee and Milani as fine examples."

"Of course, it would have to be one that I never wanted to see naked either. I have to see her mother on a regular basis. I feel like... I don't know." A'son holds his hands up, not delving further. "I say the list of grievances against R'hin grows longer. Nearly all of the women around here are either very angry or very... something else." He rolls his eyes to stare up at the ceiling.

"Can't really blame him for all that. Maybe the ones that were born and raised here like Milani, or the ones that work too close with him like Satiet and Shanlee." N'thei continues lolling like that too, the perfect posture for discussing the woes of women. "Persie's Fortian though, so figure that one out. And let me know if you ever do."

"I don't think we can blame him for Satiet. He didn't really pick her, just got stuck with the woman." A'son's face shifts from mild amusement to something akin to worry at Persie. "She's interesting. I like her, but there's obviously something gnawing at her. She's a good kid, you know?" Looking out towards the entrance, he sighs and grabs his gloves. "Sweeps. They call. See you around, man, don't forget your woman's underwear." He jerks his head towards the other table and picks up his helmet. N'thei is given a good natured grin from the still hungover looking man. "Thanks and stuff too."

N'thei's finger twitches at stuck-with-the-woman, but he gives over with a farewell nod. "Good luck, mate. With all of it." He waits until A'son's gone to retrieve whatever it is he actually lost, probably not panties.