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Tacuseth's Ledge, High Reaches Weyr

The roomy ledge at the fore of this weyr could hold a pair of bronze dragons easily. It even boasts a couple of sunny little hollows perfect for them. The left side of the ledge has almost constant sunlight, while the right side, thanks to an outcropping of bowl wall, is shadier and cooler by result.

The evening has drawn from late to later, but when the blue pair finally return to their roost, there's a bronze on the ledge, his tail snapping irritably at the air out over the ledge while he faces inward. Just what has the focus of Rasavyth's attention is his rider. K'zin looks as though he's fallen and can't get up. And from the scent of booze on the bronzer, that might actually be the case. He's slumped against the wall just where it starts inward toward the weyr itself, "Well," Too loud, first of all, "No one shaid-" Slurred, for the second, "-you ha--aah-d to come and watch me embarrass myshelf. Myself." At least he's not so far gone as to not catch some of the misspeakings.

Yep, Tacuseth does land and Jo dismounts with the pair of them looking as if they've just landed themselves into a show-down. On their ledge. Encased in her black leathers, Jo could probably smell the liquor before she even needs to see where it's coming from. There's a speculative glance towards Rasavyth first, then K'zin, who's talking. "What-" cuts in her voice right after the last of his, her tone deliberately sharp as she steps in between rider and dragon, "-is goin' on here on my ledge?" The last look gets heavy, landing firmly on the man of the hour.

"Joooooo!" K'zin's expression brightens significantly when Jo's presence becomes apparent by her stepping between the pair of them. Rasavyth heaves an audible sigh. « He won't listen to sense and come home. » The last words are punctuated with his annoyance. « You have my sincerest apologies for our intrusion, Tacuseth. I did not bring him here. » In the meantime, K'zin has struggled up to his feet. "Jo. Everyone is mad at me. Madilla's mad at me. Telavi's mad at me. Zak is mad at me. Nobody wants me to brawl anymore, and drinkin' isn't enough. So I came to you." He grins. Rasavyth? ducks his head and pulls his wings forward to physically hide his embarrassment. Not that it shows beyond the whirling of his eyes.

« What's up with him? » Tacuseth isn't upset. If anything, he's sending the tendrils of curious fascination to Rasavyth. As for Jo, for now she's staying right where she is. She looks on with a mixture of a frown and a dubious expression as K'zin talks, not interrupting him. Dark eyes cut to catch a bronze's embarrassment in his rider's actions right then before, "And so, ya came here to add me to that list of piss-offs?" It's dropped lightly. Far too lightly to suggest it could be a dangerous leading question. A brow lifting then as she looks him over, "Yer outta control, K'zin," she states that a touch dry, "and that's sayin' somethin' if it's comin' from me." She's noticed. More than that, one can be sure his name has made a run through the gossip circuit one way or another. Making a sweeping gesture then towards the inner portion of her weyr before stepping aside, "Wanna come in and sober up?" she asks now.

« What isn't? » Rasavyth responds, his rhetoric question colored with his exasperation. « Just now, it's that he's incredibly drunk. He vomited most of it up before he hitched a ride up here. Your weyr should be safe. » He notes, helpfully. It doesn't really answer the question, but the bronze's focus on his rider is fairly intense, so intense there's not even really an echo of Tacuseth's mind reflected back to him, just ooze. (To Tacuseth from Rasavyth)

"What? No." K'zin frowns now, "Am I pissing you off, Jo?" He seems genuinely concerned, but then... he's drunk. Certain emotions do end up feeling overwhelming. As she shifts a little closer to the bluerider, her look over might take in the yellowing bruise around his eye. Someone gave him a good blackie, though some days before, surely. "I wanted to know if you knew somewhere I could fight where it wasn't just brawling. I heard about places like that. In Bitra. And wherever. Where guys fight and people put bets down. I want to fight, but I told Madilla I'd try not to brawl anymore." His lower lip juts out in a pout. "Why is everyone always saying that?" About him being out of control. "Just because I'm bedding a lot of women, and drinking a lot of booze, and getting into a lot of fights... That doesn't make me out of control. My dragon's a buttface, by the way. Again. But for a different reason." He glares over Jo's shoulder toward the bronze. He glances toward the inner weyr beats after she's gestured. "Nah. I don't want to piss you off. Or stay too long. I think there's a girl waiting for me at my weyr." Though he doesn't sound sure. Rasavyth helpfully adds, for Tacuseth's knowledge, « I turned them away and came to find him. He's too drunk to perform with any respectability. » The bronze sounds disgusted. He agrees with Jo. Out of control.

Tacuseth is somewhat amused, at least. Not much disturbs this dragon, which shows in him going over to settle down in his couch. « That is relief, » is all he says, lightly. More than anything, all that Rasavyth can feel from him is his sympathy.

Arm coming to a fold, and instead of answering that first, "Why are ya so interested in fight clubs in the first place?" Jo asks now, frowning slightly. She says nothing on what Madilla has told him, but she does answer K'zin on out of control behavior. "If ya say so. Why are ya mad at him this time?" Him. Rasavyth. She'll even jerk her head over in the bronze's direction. "And, a girl waitin'. Looks like the only thing waitin' for you, or should be at this point, is a bed with yer name written on it."

Rasavyth surely appreciates what Tacuseth is offering, the bronze making a point to consolidate himself on the ledge so Tacuseth won't feel crowded by his presence. Not that they haven't shared the ledge before, once upon a bad flight loss. "Ha. The joke would be on you. Or my bed. I don't think I could read my name right now, anyway." K'zin grins goofily, looking as though he's just been exceedingly clever. Then his face turns frustrated as he looks over at the bronze. "He hurt Tela. He's a jerk, Jo. And I like fighting. It makes me numb. Makes it so the pain's the only thing I can feel. It tunes everything else out. There's just my body, the flex of my muscles and swing of my fists. I feel like I can do something about something. I can do something about how I feel. I can make it go away for a little while. Sex used to work for that, only now I'm doing it because Tela shouldn't be with me and she should see that, and if I keep sleeping with easy women, maybe she'll get sick of it and just give up on me." He's babbling. Rasavyth's head resumes the burying it was doing before. Embarrass himself indeed.

"The more reason to be in it," Jo can't help but to quip on beds and jokes, though hers is delivered more deadpan than not. "And ya'n Tela are made for each other. What exactly did Rasavyth do to hurt her?" His words on fighting, that gets one flap of her hand. "Been there, done that, kid. But, who am I to stop ya from further fuckin' up yer life? I'll write down some of the fight clubs I know that won't look too closely into the fact that yer a dragonrider. The other clubs, I doubt ya can handle for various reasons. Lemmee get a sheet." She'll turn to head in, but it doesn't take her long at all before she's right back out with a torn sheet of hide, having already scribbled down what he wanted know. Handing it over then with a brief look towards his embarrassed dragon, "Yer Rasavyth seems humiliated by ya," she comments, perhaps in talks with Tacuseth herself.

Her deadpan does nothing to reduce the goofy-factor of K'zin's grin. When Jo asserts that he's made for Tela, a little sound like a growl tries to get out only he's drunk, so it's half gurgle. "You tell him that, then." He points fiercely at the bronze, who folds his wings back with a sigh that might sound bored. "He set us up. After Iesaryth's flight. I've been fucking this guy, and it's been awesome, and I'd convinced him to go riding with me, and then Iesaryth went up. So we both chased. And we were both wound up after. So we found a closet somewhere and were keeping things simple when he had Tela show up. So she could walk in on us. And then I had to chase her down and then I couldn't find her, and then there she was behind me," Drunk stories have their up side: it's probably a pretty candid version. The down side? They sometimes don't make a whole lot of sense. "And he did it on purpose. To hurt her. To hurt me by hurting her. And he's going to keep on because he doesn't think she's good for me. He thinks she makes me soft and she makes me less available to bed, say Aishani, not that she would have me, but he thinks I'm just not trying hard enough." All this before Jo's back and K'zin's tucking the paper into his pocket before that pointing comes again as he half-shouts, not at Jo, but at Rasavyth, "Good! He should be embarrassed by me. See how it feels for a change!" Turn about's fair play, right?

The story is definitely noteworthy, for once the sheet is passed over, Jo is just staring at him with lifted brows. Occasionally she looks from K'zin to his dragon, but her gaze always stray back to the bronzerider as he explains his ordeal. Somewhere in all of this, her gaze does cloud over in the familiar move of rider communicating with dragon, for Tacuseth's mental touch on Rasavyth can be felt like a man idly poking a finger at another. With an image of Telavi being accompanied with it, « M'curious, » or rather, his rider is, but it goes to show that Jo's choosing not to ask K'zin himself and thus interrupt his story. « What was her reaction at seein' him with another? Why Shani? Is it cuz of ...? » and the image shifts from greenrider to Iesaryth, right as Jo is finally lifting up a hand to try and stall him. Not that she actually does, though, since she's not talking until he's finished. "Didn't know ya were fuckin' men now, first of all," she remarks, dropping her hand. "Second, I'm sure Tela didn't wholly freak out. She doesn' seem the type. So yer response to all of this, really, has been to push Tela away, sleep around like yer workin' in a brothel and get yer fists all bloody?"

« She ran. » Rasavyth answers, his purr carrying his boredom. This has grown tiresome for him. « His reaction was more satisfying. » The bronze shifts, resettling his wings. « Of course. If his body can serve to bring happiness to one of our goldriders, why shouldn't it? What else is sex for but to bring people enjoyment? » And if it furthers his goals, more's the better. « Happy riders make for happy dragons. » Except, apparently, when it comes to Telavi making K'zin happy. Then, Rasavyth is often something of an exception to 'the rule'. "What?" K'zin's surprised by which part of all that Jo remarks on first, and it summons the blush that had been too lazy to come before. "Oh. Well... yeah. Just the one. Not that I'd object to another one that knew what was what. There's a lot less drama. Less apologizing. More just things for fun." He frowns then, "She didn't. Freak out. She figured out she can't trust him." Rasavyth. "Only she can't trust either of us. I'm not-- Jo, I'm not going to be the person that brings her into something dark. There's so much of me I can't share with her. Can't show her. Wouldn't want to, either. She doesn't deserve to have all that put on her. She already worries enough about my bruises and drinking. How much worse would it be if she knew how much I needed it? To fight. To get numb. All of it. If she knew me, she'd only hurt because of it." This makes him sad, his features readily providing that detail.

Tacuseth shows his understanding in the shift of the sands and the shadows, Rasavyth's words seeming to be conveyed back to Jo before he responds with « Iesaryth's would eat him alive. » Jo's gaze seem to mist over briefly again while she listens to K'zin, seeming to nod at nothing in particular - even though her gaze suddenly cuts toward the bronze. "Fun," she echoes that particular word with nothing to carry behind it since she's not looking in his direction yet. Once she does, though, "I've....known Tela for quite awhile," she slowly and carefully admits, studying the young man before her with near curiosity. "I reckon there's almost nothin that girl can' handle. Unless Impressin' Solith has changed her from the girl I know. Not that I'm tryin' to change yer mind and all," she adds with a slight smirk. "If ya wanna fall on this destructive path on yer own, have at it, I'd say. I just wouldn' be blamin' everythin' that goes down on that dragon of yers, is all. Where ya been fightin' at, so far? Have ya? Ya mentioned Madilla..." An invitation to provide information there if he wants.

« If that's what would please her best, so long as she leaves me the living shell to work with, » The idea of K'zin being eaten alive doesn't seem to trouble Rasavyth much. Although, with the way K'zin is behaving just now, perhaps Rasavyth's thinking is that an empty shell would be easier to deal with than his oft-difficult lifemate. "Solith's part of the problem. She doesn't understand things. Doesn't understand what needs to be a secret. And she's part of Tela. How do you trust the whole when you can't trust half? Not that I think Solith would betray secrets intentionally, she'd just... be Solith." The bronzerider sighs, "What was she like before? Before Solith." He wants to know, a combination of curiosity and, yes, longing in his baritone. He wants to know. "She doesn't say three words about her past to me." This sounds like exaggeration, "Just shuts down. How do you trust that anyway?" Not that he's asked a lot. As for where he's been fighting, there's a shrug. "Slummy bars where fights happen. Where they expect it and don't make a fuss so long as you pay in or take it outside. Madilla saw me after I got the shiner," The one he still has some evidence of. "Tela was in my weyr and I left." Ran away. "But all my bruise stuff was there, so: Madilla."

« There's someone who would have a say in that one's involvement, » Tacuseth is easy to note - that being, Aishani and N'rov. When Solith is brought up, Jo really doesn't have anything to offer up in that regards. Maybe she agrees with him on the green. Maybe not. When he asks about Telavi's past, she answers the trust issue first. "A difficult past can be a personal thing," she says, her tone grave as she looks toward the sky. "It could be, ya might look at her differently if she tells ya. There might be things in her past that she's too embarrassed about, or that she rather be kept buried. Maybe someday, it gets to the point between ya that it's no longer an issue, and she tells it. It could be all those things, and it could be somethin' else. Her past ain' mine to tell," she states then, "nor do I know the whole of it. But. I know the girl's much tougher than she looks. Than the way ya've been paintin' her out to be. Sometimes, it takes some patience to learn about her on her time. Not yers." Speaking from experience, no doubt, since she has so much to say on the subject. Once she gets the explanation on what happened for him to get that shiner, there's a small smirk and shake of her head. "So what's yer end game here, huh?" she has to ask now, arms folding. "Yer gonna fight yer way across Pern, fuck every man and woman that looks at ya and blame it all on Rasavyth? I imagine that'll only be fun until someone punches ya just right somewhere and lands ya into the infirmary for the next couple of months. Then what?"

« The only one who's say matters is Iesaryth's Aishani. » Rasavyth couldn't care less for the Fortian interloper's feelings on anything. « And if she does not wish that of him, then she doesn't. But he could have tried. » How dare K'zin not have interest in the rider of the gold he prefers? Really, it's just inconsiderate, as far as the bronze is concerned. K'zin frowns through Jo's explanation of trust and the story of Telavi's past not being hers to tell. He's not with it enough to point out that he didn't ask about her past specifically, just what she was like, and Ras isn't about to help him out on that front. The less Tela talk, the better. "The fucking's Tela's fault. She wouldn't let me break up with her. Twice. I'm bound to eventually fuck someone so repugnant that she wants nothing more to do with me. But it's his fault I have to break up with her. Even though we were never together." Even though they sort of were. "That's what Madilla said about fighting." He frowns more. "Why-- I need to talk to men. All of you women keep telling me what I'm doing is wrong. Fuck." He grumbles. Maybe someday he'll face the fact that if 'everyone' is telling you something, it just might be true. He sways and starts moving toward his dragon, though the steps are zig-zagging and seem to take effort to focus on putting each foot correctly so he doesn't fall down (again).

Tacuseth seems to have no further opinion thereof of Aishani and her queen - after all, the blue's never had any interest in Iesaryth that way and so, it's not his place to understand. Still, he can sympathize with the bronze and he's doing so now. As for Jo, she seems at a loss on what to say too. At least, at first. Given the dubious expression on his answer for Telavi, "Well. My opinion is that I disagree," even though she's not specifying on what part involving the greenrider, exactly, "but ya seem to know best. Even drunk off yer ass. I suppose ya should talk to men, then. I'm sure they'll have some enlight'nin advice for ya." She watches K'zin move towards his dragon as she remains in place, her gaze straying more often than not towards the unsteadiness of his feet.

Rasavyth's mind holds a mix of gratitude and embarrassment as K'zin struggles to climb up onto his neck. The bronze doesn't budge as the man fumbles with straps. The engine doesn't start until he's buckled in. It gives him plenty of time to answer the bluerider though, "Here's what I don't get. Everyone's glad to laud how strong Telavi is and how much she can handle. Why am I the only one who doesn't want her to have to hurt at all?" Snap. The buckle finds its home and before K'zin can wear out any more of Jo's good-will, Rasavyth is relaying his thanks for her patience and his earnest effort to ensure she doesn't come home to the same in the future, as he wings off.

"Beats me, kid," is all Jo can muster up to say - all she can give the drunken K'zin as he works on securing himself in place. "Guess it don' matter no more, don' it?" Since they're not together anymore, she implies rather than says, before Rasavyth drops him off her ledge.