Logs:Smooth with the Ladies
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| RL Date: 22 March, 2013 |
| Who: Vienne, Barnabas |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: Bones bumps into Vienne at the snowasis. He spills her klah, and they talk relationships. |
| Where: Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
| Mentions: Jo/Mentions, Z'ian/Mentions |
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| Snowasis, High Reaches Weyr The Snowasis is rarely quiet, and even then, the high-ceilinged former weyr is kept from echoing by the fantastical booths tucked into its convoluted perimeter. The secluded seating spaces have been shaped from the truncated stalagmites that escaped the smoothing of the main floor, and are both softened and separated by colorful hangings that are thick and opaque enough to make each corner its own private nook. Some of the smaller stalactites still roam the ceiling, their jagged teeth tracing a bumpy, inverted spine to the hearth. There, a thick rug with a low klah table and comfortable armchairs and couches sit, their upholstery and cushions changed sporadically to match the season: bright, light colors in the summer, fresh greens and yellows in the spring, warm autumnals in fall, and clear, rich hues for winter. Small tables litter the rest of the cavern, enough to fit up to four people each, while stools stand along the smooth wooden bar behind which is the passthrough window to the kitchen. Glass-paneled cabinetry behind the bar provides a clear view of the available liquors, the many colors reflecting the soft light of glows tucked into strategic niches around the cavern. For many people, it's a rather nice day outside and so while there's traffic in the Snowasis, it seems that most patrons are gravitating toward sitting on the patio to enjoy a bit of fresh air. Such may not be the case with Vienne, who has a chilled look about her as she waits by the bar for her drink. Her cheeks are flushed and her tan wool coat is still buttoned up with her shoulders slightly hunched like she's trying to keep all the warmth in. She hasn't taken a seat, though, she just stands, shifting idly and rubbing her pink hands together. Bones' entrance is so carefree there's not even a paused step as he enters the snowasis. With long strides and a clear objective, he beelines himself towards the bar, and entirely on accident ends alongside Vienne. He doesn't recognize the hunched figure next to him, eyes searching for the bartender. "Klah for me good buddy?" As if Bones ever ordered anything else. Vienne is easy to overlook, quite literally in this case -- just a wee little woman all the way down toward the floor. Bones, however, is not and she glances sideways up at the wild man, a smile pulling wryly askew. "I guess the ladies are safe today?" she teases lightly. There was some conversation a while back about how he was having trouble with his game when not liquored up. Though, well, considering the easy smile, there isn't much weight behind her comment just now. And meanwhile, her own klah is delivered and she reaches forward to wrap her eager hands around the hot mug. At first, the whiff of upcoming klah throws Bones off. Fastest service he's ever gotten, maybe they're finally getting over that whole fighting incident? But no, the klah goes right into the hands of Vienne, who he gives his trademark smile to in greeting. "Vee! Didn't recognize ya with the coat on. How's it goin?" He gives a few pats to the middle of her back like she's an old bar room buddy. Bar-room-pats from Bones are probably a little heavy, and so the poor little bluerider does take a forward step to keep her balance, though that does nothing to keep her klah from spilling on the counter. If it weren't such a fresh mug, the spill itself would be the only problem, but hot klah on cold hands turns her laughing smile into a quick hiss of gasp as she hurries to set the mug back down, hand hanging uselessly and dripping. "Napkin?" she calls to the bartender, who is already off at the other end to work on Bone's order. Bones' face turns to horror promptly, and his eyes dart around to try and find something to dry off her hands with. The quick glances uncover nothing. "Awww shit. Shit, shit, shit. I'm sorry Vee. Lemme just. Uhh..." he promptly turns sideways towards the girl. "Use my pant leg. They're clean I promise." Clean, but stained, likely from previous klah spills. "I don't mind, seriously." Vienne shakes her wet hand limply, trying to let the drips stay on the counter. At least the hot klah cools quickly. But for Bones' flustered reply, she just smiles gently, saying, "No, no, it's okay," as he frets. And then his brilliant idea to use his pant leg comes up and she blinks aside at him, eyes dropping to his pants and back up again. "Then your pants will be all sticky," apparently liking sweetner in her klah. Plus she's probably not to eager to give him a public thigh rubbing. Thankfully the bartender is coming back with Bones' mug and a napkin for the bluerider. "Better me than you!" In regards to sticky, but she politely declines, and Bones is left to sigh in guilt as she cleans herself up. "Sorry Vee, I.. I'm a damn oaf sometimes. At least lemme pay for your klah or somethin?" He takes his own mug without even looking to it, his focus still on Vienne, face still twisted in concern. "Or if you want, I could letcha spill some on me? Y'know, fair trade?" Despite the joke, he doesn't seem amused at himself. A rarity. Vienne is partway through wiping her hand clean when she looks aside to see Bones lacking his usual humor in favor of concern. Which is just no good at all. She lifts her clean hand to his arm, like the lay of her fingers might be able to shake him out of his worry, and smiles up at him. "Really, it's okay. It's just klah. Look, I'm not burned or anything." She holds up her messy hand to show him, napkin clutched in its grasp. It's pink now, but it was pink before too. Looks in silence for a time, trying to ensure Vienne's words are as truthful as they are placating. She's not burnt, and so he gives a sigh and a small smile. "Well I still feel bad, but if you say you're good, then alright." He takes his first sip of his own klah, the heat preventing him from taking more than a few drops. He seems to find even that much satisfying. "MMph. So, how you doin' Vee. How's your sex life?" If he's not invading personal space in one way, he seems to find another. Though it's with a grin that he moves to excuse himself right away. "Hehe, just funnin' ya. Y'can spare me the description of your many many studs hm?" No, it will take more than a little spilled klah to get Vienne down. And since Bones seems to be mollified, she turns back to trying to clean up her mug and the ring puddled beneath it. "Don't feel bad. I spill things all the time," she tries to insist, whether it's true or not. As for his new way to invade her personal space, the little bluerider lets out a bright, anxious laugh. "Oh, there's only one stud and I ride him every day," she answers rather saucily, her smile blithely cheeky as she tilts it sideways up at Bones. "But I'm afraid it doesn't actually count as a sex life. How about you? Are the ladies being nice to you?" There's an actual touch of excitement in him as she mentions the riding of studs, expectantly waiting for more details on the mysterious man. But then, he gets it, and rolls his eyes at his own thickness. "Actually... yeah, kinda." Another sip of his klah, this one with a bit deeper as the drink manages to cool. "Mmm, but a gentleman never tells eh?" There's a pause, and he sets down his klah. "What am I talkin' bout? I ain't a gentle nothin'. Yeah, Jo finally jumped me proper. She's wicked." His enthusaism wins another laugh, easier now. "I'm sorry to disappoint. I'm just... not that exciting." Vienne's lips tuck in between her teeth, biting some shyness into her smile. But then Bones has been so much more succesful than her, it seems, and her eyebrows lift with interest as she gestures with her mug for them to move away from the bar, perhaps find a table. There's maybe a little hiccup of a pause when the wild man realizes he isn't gentle. "Jo?" she asks, though it's hardly news that Bones had his eye on the leather-clad woman. "Jo and you, Jo and Z'ian..." She just smiles for all of that. "Everything you'd hoped?" And now she finally does take a sip of her klah. Silently nodding at her motion with a mug, Bones is more than willing to follow to whatever nook she chooses, probably a more appropriate place to discuss such intimate escapades. "Everything I'd hoped? Hey, a man like me's got quite the imagination, ain't no way to fit every hope into one night, ha!" He motions with his mug to allow her the choice of seat at the table she picks out for them, and then sinks down into the opposite one. "And I think Z'ian's more of her uhh, I'unno how to put it. Main guy?" He scratches his head trying to think of any other way to put it. "That's just a hunch though." Vienne might wear another slightly bashful smile for the topic, but she also laughs readily as they settle in at a table. "I guess that's true. When you think about someone... it's... impossible for it all to happen at once, in one night." She doesn't blush or anything, but her gaze does drop down to her mug as her lips press together. "Do you mind? About Z'ian?" she asks, peeking up again and not quite looking comfortably outside of the too-personal zone until she lifts her drink for another mouthful. Talking about his too-personal details doesn't seem to bother her all that much. "Mind what about Z'ian?" He actually doesn't understand the question at first, needing another sip of the klah before it hits. "Y'mean about Jo maybe havin' a favorite? Nah! I mean if they get weyrmated or whatever, then I might feel a little weird. Because you gotta at least think on it for a few minutes 'bout why she'd choose one over the other?" He stumbles through questions of self worth with another sip of klah, really digging into his beverage now that it's cooled off. "But it wouldn't exactly sting somethin' deep. I mean have you walked around this damn weyr? Like every girl I talk at is hot! I mean hoooooot! It's stupid!" She nods him through the meaning of her question, confirming and encouraging. But the answer makes Vienne head tip to the side as she regards the wild man. "You've mentioned that before. What does he have that you don't - comparing yourself." She doesn't seem to pass any judgement on the idea, just points it out. As for not-stinging, she smiles again. "Is the the only requirement you have? That a girl be hot? Also..." She lifts a hand from around her mug, the light curl of her fingers only half a gesture. "You might want to think of it as talking to girls instead of talking at them. There is a difference." Her grin slips wide again, humor in her glance. "Well he's handsome, and he's a bronzerider..." Honestly, that's about as far as he's pondered when it came to discrepencies between the two, not having gone too far down the path of comparison. "... I'unno, I guess that's about it? Those are the two big things he's got over me. And hey, don't you start framin' me up as some kinda womanizer type there little lady." His accusations are made with a pointed finger, but a big smile, his scolding clearly the teasing type. "I'm just sayin' that with all these pretty ladies? I could probably find at least one more that'd take an interest down the line. Y'know, if Jo were off the table." Vienne's gaze swings upwards at words like 'handsome' and 'bronzerider', pondering them in a way that is perhaps bigger than how they apply to the men in question. "There are a lot of handsome men around, too. And a lot of bronzeriders. Just like there are a lot of pretty girls." The fall of her glance back to Bones and the shrug that goes with it seems to mean something, but she doesn't appear to be ready to get more specific. Besides, then he's pointing at her and the bluerider laughs brightly again, tucking her hair behind her ear. "Aren't you kind of a womanizer?" She might be teasing him back, but maybe not quite. "I mean, what's the difference?" "Well I always figured a womanizer was the type to just go after every pretty lady he put eyes on, y'know? Like every day was a huntin' trip?" There's a pause to take the last few drinks of his klah, having already finished it. "If I was a womanizer, wouldn't I be puttin' my hands all over you right now? Whisperin' sweet nothin's and what have you? Ha!" He reaches for his mug of klah again, just in that short time span forgetting that he was done. The hand pauses halfway on it's way towards picking it up, and then stops in realization. "I try and treat everyone the same, cute ass or not, eh? Hehe." "I guess," Vienne admits with another shrug, a laughing smile. "Well, maybe not me, but someone. Still, I haven't heard you mention any quality aside from cute asses. And that is the kind of thing that a womanizer tends to value. I've never been one myself, so I might not know all the nuances." Her eyebrows jump at that word, like there's something salacious about it. Her own mug is not empty, what with her sips being rather lady like in comparison to Bones', so she continues to drink. There's an actual fade to Bones' smile now, the discussion continuing the trend of painting him negatively. "So what qualifies as somethin a womanizer wouldn't say then? Pretty eyes?" He leans back in his chair now, draping one arm over the back of it while the other scratches at his cheek. "Because bringin' up a lady's heart and dreams don't make for good idle chit chat." Vienne is hardly one to miss the fall of Bones' expression and it drops her chin so she can frown. "I don't mean it like that. I don't mean to be hurtful. I..." She pitches forward a bit, like her explanation might want to pour out all at once but thinks better of her approach. "I think when people think of a womanizer, they think of someone who uses women, who doesn't really care about them. And I don't think that's how you are. You mean to... have a little fun with a friend. But so, I guess, the point is, that you aren't just looking for a cute ass. That I think you are painting yourself with the wrong brush." And something about that makes her grin rather suddenly to herself. "And I think you're wrong about hearts and dreams. Though, well, that might get you more interest than you'd like. Less fun, more serious." She smirks for that over the rim of her mug. "Nah nah, it's okay. I just got a... a thing. About guys like that, guys who don't see women as nothin' but meat." The smile's on it's way back. "But I don't subscribe to the notion that everybody you take to bed has to be, well y'know, hearts and dreams. Hehe." He looks briefly to the side as he finishes scratching his face, and lets his hand fall to his lap. "I ain't against the idea of somethin' serious." Vienne's chin tucks down in an abbreviated nod, her grin quiet but warm. "I know," she tells him, as if Bones' admission is anything but a surprise. "And you know I didn't mean to suggest there's anything heartless about you." She lays her forearm on the table, palm up and open and reached for him, like he's supposed to take the hand she offers as an apology. Bones gazes down at her hand, and his smile closes up in something warmer than his usual toothy grin. Her hand is taken, this time with more care for his strength than the pats that came to her back earlier. "Hey now, no need to apologize because I got all touchy on 'ya. Y'know it's true when I say I don't much care what people think of me." He shakes her hand a few times before releasing it. "But I do care when a friend gets the wrong impression." It is a mighty little hand in his rough paw, but it gives a squeeze before letting go. "I'm glad we're friends," Vienne tells the wild man, her own smile going wide and toothy while his closes up. "I should go. I've actually been trying to catch Z'ian. It's been almost impossible. We just have opposite schedules, I guess." She swallows down the last of her klah, leaving the empty mug on the table as she slips from her chair to stand. And rounding the table with a few short steps, she attempts to wrap a quick hug around Bones' neck, since she can actually reach it this way. "It's always so nice see you." Bones manages to circle one of his long arms around her back as she leans in for that hug, adding his own bit of brief squeeze to the friendly embrace. "Tell him Bones says hi? I ain't seen him in a while neither." He stays sitting as she slips away, turning in his seat to watch her leave. "Good to see you too, Vee." With a smile and a wave, she's gone, and he's left to go back to the bar in search of his second and third mugs of klah.
CommentsAzaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Sat, 23 Mar 2013 20:12:26 GMT. <
Huh. Always interesting to see how one character sees another and the like. This was a cute n' friendly scene, especially at the end. Aw! Hugs!
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Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Sat, 23 Mar 2013 20:12:26 GMT.
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Huh. Always interesting to see how one character sees another and the like. This was a cute n' friendly scene, especially at the end. Aw! Hugs!
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