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Garden Patio Ledge, High Reaches Weyr

Partly sheltered by the curving stone overhang, partly exposed to the weather, the wide stone patio serves as a balcony for socializing or just plain drinking on a sizable scale. The repurposed ledge might once have let two large dragons land, but now there's too much furniture for that: two rustic tables with attendant chairs, plus a couple more in particularly good weather, and a wrought iron bench situated to make the most of the view of the western bowl and the lake beyond.

Other changes include rough little niches carved out of the stone walls to hold glows in colored bottles at night, the climbing plant that's being trained to grow up along the overhang, and the blue ceramic pots of flowers that dot the edge of the ledge as a colorful reminder not to fall off.

An archway leads to the Snowasis itself, housed in the ledge's former weyr, while a few wide steps descend along the wall to the bowl.

P'ax is sitting in one of the chairs, pulled up beside a second one that looks to have been recently occupied. A game of poker is being played by N'thei's wing, minus one Weyrleader, though most of the players have folded at this point. An empty mug and a full mug are on the table in front of P'ax, an interesting contrast in their extremes. P'ax is quite rosey, his nose and cheeks and the tips of his ears all a nice flushed shade, though his eyes are still just as keen as ever, and he sits well in his chair, aside from one nervously drumming foot.

Ah, summer. And classes have been lighter than usual, too. It's been unusual to see K'del out here these past few months, but this evening, he makes a re-appearance, meandering up from the bowl with his shirt only half buttoned, looking enormously relaxed. Though his intended destination is most likely the bar inside, he seems to be in no particular rush, stopping to talk to a few people on his way past, but still paying little attention to anyone in particular.

P'ax must decide that second cup isn't going to bite him. He picks it up and stares deeply into it, like maybe it might not taste as foul if he gets aquainted. Then he drinks. Clearly no such luck. He wraps one hand around his knee, the fingers around the handle of the mug turning white at the knuckle. He refuses to cough this time, but the choking wheezing sound doesn't do much better for his pride.

At the choking, wheezing sound, K'del's head turns; noting where it's coming from, or, rather, /who/, his lip curls just slightly, into a very self-satisfied smirk. "Maybe you should drink something girlier," he remarks, ambling closer, his hands hanging off of his pockets lazily. "Right now, you sound like you're drowning."

P'ax manages to choke out, "I am drowning." He beats his fist against his chest and clears his throat a few times. "I gotta get used to it." It seems to be a matter of pride. "Though why anyone wants to get used to it is beyond me. It tastes like paint remover." He smears the back of his hand across his mouth. "I suppose you've come to make fun."

K'del doesn't seem concerned. If P'ax drowns, well... Oh well. "Why?" he wants to know, arching his brows curiously. "Could try and find something that suits you better. What is it, anyway?" His lips quirk for the idea of paint remover - "You've tried paint remover, of course." - and then he adds, head shaking, his arm lifting to indicate the bar inside, "I came for a drink. You just proved entertaining, on the way."

P'ax licks his lips repeatedly, as if trying to free them from a bad taste. Which isn't far from the truth. "Should my lips be numb?" he asks in mild concern. "It's a matter of manhood, K'del. You've never had to prove yours, but mine is definitely in question." He nods sharply to emphasize the last bit. "I'm.. you know... doing everything I always wanted to but never go to." Getting sloshed as an act of rebellion. Of course. The glass is eyed. "Shells if I know. And no, I've never tried paint remover. I'd go blind or worse. It's just an expression." Beat. "Well, so long as it's entertaining," he says darkly before taking another gulp. "GUH."

K'del doesn't answer that question, though his head is shaking continually, which could, perhaps, be taken as a response. "It's probably some rot-gut crap. Who gave it to you?" He doesn't wait for an answer, though, having apparently deliberated himself to something else - instead, he reaches out to grab for P'ax's arm. "Let me get you something /worth/ drinking that maybe you'll have a better chance of not making a fool of yourself over."

P'ax lacks equilibrium at this stage and he lurches a bit when K'del drags him out of his chair. "Rascela. She told me to get her something good, and I told the bartender and he gave it to me, and she drank it, and then she drank half of mine, so she bought me another." He frowns down into the mug. "I dunno. It might all be this bad. I might just be hopeless, and a fool. No, I am a fool." He takes another drink and tries to walk. It goes badly for him.

"Can't trust what the bartender says, when you're that unspecific," K'del announces, letting go once P'ax is on his feet, though the wobbling has him eyeing the other weyrling warily. "Actually, I think anything decent would be wasted on you at this point. Maybe you should sit down again. Should I get you some water, when I get my drink?" He must be in a good mood: no real barbs, yet. And he /touched/ P'ax, voluntarily.

P'ax gives K'del a flinty look that is totally overset by the liquid dribbled on his shirt. "No, no, I want another one," he tells K'del firmly. I'm fine. I've only had a little bit." His eyes narrow, however, suspiciously. "Why are you being so nice?"

K'del gives P'ax a long and significant look, clearly dubious. "You can barely walk," he says, in an even tone. "Sit." His tone, for the last, is authoritative, clearly intended to force P'ax into action before he thinks about it, though how effective it is remains to be seen. "Because you're being pathetic, but not in a stupid way, and so I feel sorry for you. Because /I'm/ in a good mood."

P'ax sits, if only because he really likes K'del and doesn't want to make him mad. "I turned her down, you know. She offered, but I turned her down." He frowns. "I can walk. I just can't walk and drink. There's a difference. I might always be this uncoordinated, you never know."

"Who?" prompts K'del, looking relieved, and perhaps a little pleased, for the promptness of P'ax's sitting down. "Wait. Raz? You're just not interested, huh. Shame - she's not bad." He shakes his head, for the rest, just twisting his expression into something rueful. "Whatever. Hang here in a minute - I'll be back."

P'ax nods his head. "Raz," he agrees, and then frowns. "Dunno, don't think I'm interested. Sometimes I'm a little curious, but not because she's a girl, just because of /her/. Does it make sense to be attracted to someone's personality without being physically attracted to their body? If you can like someone for their body and hate their personality, couldn't it be the other way around too?" Or maybe he's just babbling. So he shuts up and lets K'del wander off, waiting patiently.

"Doubt it," says K'del, man attracted to /most/ women, and /no/ men. But he waves his hand again, indicating his intention to be right back, hurrying off into the Snowasis. When he comes back, a few minutes later, he's got three glasses balanced carefully in his hands, two small part-filled with a dark liquid, the other larger and full of water. "Rum," he explains, as he offers one to the other weyrling. "Decent rum. Only supposed to sip it. And water, so you don't, like, die in the morning."

P'ax eyes the rum with misgiving, but accepts one of the glasses. The water gets waved to the table. "Yyth thinks dying would be interesting. Though, I think her idea of dying is a little softer than my idea of dying, which is far more final." He traces his finger across his lip, considering. "I'm a freak, aren't I? You can be honest, I can take it, you think I'm a freak."

K'del sets the water down, as indicated, and takes the empty seat, though he shuffles it back a bit, giving him some space from the other weyrling. In case of pukeage, perhaps. Or just P'ax. "I'm with you on that one. Rather avoid death, for the moment." His head tilts, allowing him to consider the greenrider as he asks that question. "I-- well. Only if you try and kiss me again."

P'ax considers this, quite seriously. "I won't, unless, you know, it weren't under my control. You can't punch me if it's not my fault, right?" He rubs his chin and then sniffs the rum tentatively. "I just wanted to shut you up, I guess. It hurt my feelings. And you and Raz kissing... I dunno. Guess it probably would have been nicer if it was mutual, but it was nice, just the same." A tiny, satisfied smirk.

"Leova put the fear of-- told me I had to be /respectful/, and, um, gentle, if I won a green flight," reflects K'del, teasing out this thought with a rueful glance at the other weyrling. "I think I'm too frightened of what she'd do to dream of doing it, so you're probably safe." He takes a little sip of his own rum, expression not so much that of a practiced drinker, but just unconscious of the taste - though it is definitely nice, smooth rum. "But it barely lasted a second. You need to find someone who wants to kiss you back, if /that/ was nice."

P'ax chuckles. "Leova's best advice was stay at the Weyr when she starts acting funny, and for Faranth's sake, get laid. Yeah, that last one's a real kicker." He snorts wryly and takes a tentative sip of rum. Still an awful look, but at least he's not hacking. "Well, you know, with no prior experience, my expectations weren't very high. You had nowhere to go in my estimation but up."

"She didn't mention the getting laid bit, to me," grins K'del. Funny that. "But she's probably right. /You/ should." His eyes roll, for P'ax's expression after that sip, but he doesn't remark on it, instead taking another drink from his own glass, which he turns idly in his hands. "I suppose. All the more reason to replace that memory with something else." Please.

P'ax takes another sip, trying not to grimace this time. "That's because you're a slut," P'ax notes bluntly. "I'm not, and I barely know anyone who would, anyways, nor the first way to go about it." He considers in silence and then says loftily, "I'll cherish that memory forever, what are you talking about."

"I am not. I don't sleep with /everyone/. There's only - well, only a couple people I'm sleeping with, at the moment." K'del says this with a straight face, but it's still hard to tell if he's actually serious about the denial. "Bet you're just not looking. Bet plenty of people could offer a suggestion. And if you do," he adds, of the last, "I'll kick you in the stones."

P'ax snorts and mouths to himself 'a couple.' He glances at K'del thoughtfully. "Well, I suppose I could be very obvious about it. Maybe I'll put on one of Sunniva's dresses, and parade myself around with a sign that says 'I'm a desperate virgin. Teach me!' What do you think, does that usually work?" Another sip. "Oh, go for it, I'm not using them anyways."

K'del is all innocence. A couple. So what? "Don't know that you'd fit in one of them," he says, grinning, clearly amused. "Seriously, though - why not? Maybe not with the dress. Admittedly, it was easier for me. Got propositioned by an older woman who decided I might be a bit of fun." Eyeing P'ax, he adds, "Rather not, actually. You might want them."

P'ax glances down at himself. "Probably right. Besides, don't have the chest for them." He pats his skinny chest cheerfully. "Everyone loves cleavage, and I am sorely lacking." He tosses one hand dramatically across his forehead, "Ah, you can have them, and my heart, as well. Both are useless without you." He sobers and gives K'del a sour look. "That was a /joke/ so don't go getting miffed."

K'del chokes, seemingly for both the cleavage and the rest, though thankfully he does so /after/ swallowing his latest sip. "Not that stupid," he says of the last, returning the sour look with one of his own. You're not very believable. Thankfully. Don't need that kind of trauma."

P'ax sighs. "I'm trying," he says pitifully, and takes another drink. "No, though a few beatings upside the head might be the right kind of trauma. Speaking of beatings upside the head. There was this blurider over there earlier. Now there's a man who needed some beatings upside the head." Hmph.

"You think /I/ need a few beatings upside the head?" For this, K'del looks mortally offended, glowering over his glass at the other boy, though it appears to be at least partially in jest, because he continues on to add, "Really? Why?"

P'ax sniffs. "Why you need a few beatings, or why he did?" He pauses and says, "Well, /you/ because you think too much of yourself and it might be good for your ego. Him because he just wanted to start something and I'm all for starting things with people, but he was trying to start it between me and N'thei and /that/ is bad."

K'del scoffs at this with a wave of his hand. "Think my ego hasn't taken a few beatings lately? Didn't get included in the leadership program to start, never made weyrling Wingleader, had Leova and I'daur plotting behind my back to make me look like an idiot..." He ticks them off as he goes, head shaking. "With /N'thei/, though? Guy must think you have a death wish. Or should."

P'ax shrugs. "I suppose. I didn't make it into the leadership program either." We'll ignore that he barely made it back into Weyrlinghood at all. "And that doesn't mean you won't be a leader someday, you know. People grow up and they get better at things. You might just, some day. What is this about Leova and I'daur? Not that it surprises me, I think Leova tries to make me look like an idiot a lot too." And then the subject of N'thei and he grimaces. "Well, see, F'rint, he was trying to listen in on me an Raz. And he says 'best not let N'thei think you're talking about him' and I was like 'best not ask me what I think of eavesdroppers.' and he got all... bunked over it. And this smart little rider starts piping up about telling N'thei what I'd said and getting my jaw broken or something. I hope he lost all his marks."

"Yeah, but, like you /ever/ would've," points out K'del, good naturedly. "And I got there eventually." He's defensive, as he says this, as though P'ax ought to have been decrying about unfair this was. "They had this idea of telling me that, during flights, all the male riders dance around the female rider, or something like that." His expression remains sour. "And we'd been having such a serious discussion that I began to believe it, and then she told me it was a joke." Unfair, his expression says, now. "F'rint /is/ the Weyrsecond. I think you're supposed to be respectful to him."

P'ax shrugs. "There, see? No use being sour over it when it happened anyways. And that's your fault for believing that. if you ever tried to dance around me when Yyth goes up, i'm going to laugh at you, okay? Just so you know." He wags a hand. "I know, I know, I couldn't see his knot when he said it. And, well, he didn't call me on it anyways. I wasn't that rude. Not as rude as him assuming what I'd whispered to Raz."

But K'del /is/ sour, though more, now, at P'ax than at his own misfortunes in life. The glowering has made a come-back. "I wouldn't. It's a stupid idea, and they never should've said it. Just wanted to make me look like an idiot, because their both nasty, vindictive people." His eyes roll, for the rest of what the other weyrling has to say, though he nods, shortly, before his attention returns to his glass, and the small amount of rum still in it. "What /did/ you whisper to her?"

P'ax grins. "Relax, relax. You know, it is sort of funny if you stop to think about it. If they were /really/ mean they would have let you. So maybe she was just pulling your leg a little and she didn't think you'd actually fall for it. I'm still not sure I understand exactly what's going to happen, but, well.. we'll find out, huh?" It doesn't seem to ease him, and instead he is left staring at the table for a moment. "Hm? Oh. Asked her what bug was in N'thei's bonnet. Dunno why I asked though, N'thei is the bonnet and the whole world is a bug." He'll finish off his rum with K'del and sigh softly. "I hate not being able to control what's going to happen to me."

K'del does not relax. "/She/ said that I'daur told her she didn't have to tell me the truth." This, apparently, implicates both of them. Not impressed. "Figure we'll find out soon enough. Well. Me sooner than you, probably." He has a snort, his bad temper still showing through, for N'thei; he nods, even. "So I keep hearing from everyone, lately. Teonath'll rise soon." Then: "What? What do you mean, control?"

P'ax tries very hard not to grin. "Sorry. Still funny." He won't appologize for being amused, but he does at least /try/ to look a little sympathetic. Just a smidge. "Yeah, guess we will. Few more months, right? I dunno when. Two turns? One turn? When do dragons mature, anyways? I can't remember what Leova said." He thumbs his bottom lip again and says, "Good. New weyrlings will be good for I'daur and the rest of them. Less time breathing down our necks is better for everyone." And then: "I mean, the flights, of course. I don't want Yyth to start acting weird. /I/ don't want to act weird. Weirder..."

K'del turns his empty glass in his hand, scowling for P'ax's response to his pain. Still, he's communicative enough for the next. "Somewhere between the two, maybe? For the greens. Should've paid attention." P'ax should've, that is. "Cadejoth's already kind of interested in greens; suspect he'll start chasing before too much longer." His glass gets set down, and though he skips past the comment on new weyrlings, he shrugs for the rest. "Going to happen, whether you like it or not. You'll get used to it."

P'ax sniffs. "I tried, but Leova, yeah. Awkward, all around.." he makes a big circular shape through the air with his hands, describing a bubble almost. "Guess that's so. Yyth was always interested, though more in a distantly aware way rather than an immediate need. I think she just likes the power she gets from having a male's attention, you know? I guess I could get lucky, she might rise really late." His voice falls. He doubts it.

"Don't think she likes having those conversations," offers K'del, crinkling up his face, almost like a smile. "She was really into the stressing that I be careful, and sensitive, and stuff. Reckon maybe some guy roughed her up a bit, after a flight or something." He lets out a huff of breath, loud and obvious, for Yyth's interest in having male attention. "Going to do it eventually. Might as well get it over with, surely."

P'ax snorts into the back of his hand. "Probably right on that. But who would, you know? There's bound to be some weyrlings at some point who don't even know what sex is in the completest sense. That's gotta be the worst of it." His hand drops, elbow thumping on the table, his chin landing in his palm. The huff isn't missed. "If it's a comfort, Cadejoth probably won't catch her. Bronzes aren't as fast, overall, and I have heard that younger dragons don't usually catch until they've had a few flights under their belt and start expecting the tricks." His eyes flick towards the other weyrling. "That'd be scary. Getting beat up on after a flight for some reason or another."

"Suppose," agrees K'del, pushing his glass idly as he considers P'ax. "Cadejoth so could, if he wanted to," he insists, despite himself. "And he'll have had plenty of time to practice, by the time she rises. Not that I /want/ him to catch her. But he could." He's more solemn, for the last. "Awful. I'd /never/. You know? But apparently, people forget themselves." Not him. Never.

P'ax shrugs. "She favors him, but she favors Tausreth too, so there's always a chance. Won't know til it happens." The look he shoots K'del is skeptical. "Even if it was a guy? I mean, its different if it's a woman. I don't know why anyone would want to rough up a lady, not in the Weyr at least. But if it was a guy and you were fussed about guys. Wouldn't you, maybe?" Ther's a hint of trying to assauge his own worries here.

"And she'll rise every couple of months." K'del sounds musing, as he makes this remark, twisting his face up again: clearly, the idea pleases him not at all. "No," he insists, his head shaking again, to the weyrling's other question. "It'd be all about Cadejoth, right? So /I/ may not be interested in guys, but he's interested in greens, so I'd-- go along with it." He swallows. "And then I'd be polite, and then I'd leave."

P'ax grimaces. "Faranth, because once a Turn isn't enough. Your odds are quadrupuling, my friend." He considers, reaching out and pulling the glass of water towards him to drink from. "You'd run. You'd be like 'Oh, snot!' and you'd bolt out of there like there was a flaming lizard on your tail." He grins for this mental image.

"Happy thoughts," says K'del, drolly, looking off into the distance. He grins, turning his head back. "With my pants in one hand, my shirt half-on and my boots nowhere to be seen. Yes."

P'ax sighs, "I'd rather fancied you'd have your clothes all in a ball held over your bits as you ran out of their horrified and starkers. Maybe you'd forget your underwear entirely and the poor guy'd have to return them to you, all bewildered and mortified." He leans back, letting his head loll against the back of the chair. "Unless you're like Rascela. She'd never have to worry about forgetting her panties anywhere."

"I might decide to just show the world my 'bits', as you say. Give 'em a good show," laughs K'del, though his lips twist, again, for the idea of some poor guy having to return his underwear. "He might not bother. Only underwear. No," he adds, head bobbing. "Imagine Rascela never would. Fascinating girl, our Raz."

P'ax smirks, "Remind me to be out that day. Don't know if I or the world are ready for your bits." He laughs, a sleepy, drunken sound. "She is, she is. But only because she lets you into her bed at night, I bet. She wouldn't be half as interesting to you if she didn't let you."

K'del, smirking, points out, "A good number of the world have already /seen/ my bits, and had no complaints about it. And that's not just people I've slept with, remember. There's bathing, and swimming - you know. All that." He lets out a grunt that sounds distinctly like a denial, before he adds in, "I actually do like women I'm not sleeping with, believe it or not, P'ax."

P'ax sighs. "I was trying to forget, and now you've reminded me. Despite my nature, I do try to keep my eyes to myself." Which isn't particularly surprising, since P'ax displays as practically asexual, some joking flirting and one kiss aside. "Oh do you? I'll file that away for future knowledge. Especially if I ever get ahold of Sunni's dress."

"Shouldn't. Looking is fun, too," insists K'del. Though he pauses, then adds, "But I won't be upset if you don't look at me, all the same. No more ideas, mm?" He's... teasing. Probably. "/Some/ women. Not all of them."

P'ax pouts just a little. "You can't give me permission, and then take it away. There goes all the fantasies I never bothered to have, you see.. there they were, not existing, and poof, now they never will." He sighs and slips down in his chair a little. "Oh, only some. So not men in dresses. I'm crushed, really, just crushed."

"Weirdo." But K'del is grinning. /Something/ has changed, at least; perhaps it's just that sex at all is no longer forbidden. The timing is right for that, at least. He looks down at his empty glass, then back up at P'ax, and adds, "I should get back. Cadejoth hates it when I drink, anyway." So he won't be having any more.

P'ax gives K'del the drunk look, lips pressed together in a straight across smile, eyebrows raised, eyelids drooping. "You know, K'del... you have.... pretty cheeks..." For one instant he's leaning forward at a dangerous angle to inspect K'del's face... and then his head is down on the table, passed out cold.

For all of his new-found tolerance, K'del can't help but look entirely too disgusted at that particular collapse. "Oh, /Faranth/," he grumbles, before he goes. He'll call someone over to do something for the other weyrling, though, on his way out.