Logs:Booze, Boobs, and Something a Bit Darker
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| RL Date: 2 August, 2013 |
| Who: Jo, N'ky |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: A chance meeting in an unlikely location leads to some interesting conversation. |
| Where: Beachside Bar, Ista Isle |
| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
| Weather: Istan summer warmth. |
| Mentions: Aishani/Mentions, Alida/Mentions |
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| Beachside Bar, Ista Island There's so many of these bars along the coast of Ista, set up in the absence of thread to serve booze, food, and maybe even a little more if you know what to ask for, all right on the black sands of the isle's beaches. Mere metres away from the high tide line, the beach is strewn with loungers and chairs arranged around tables, and there's a bonfire blazing not too far away from where a trio of musicians play music to get the patrons on their feet and dancing. A lazy summer's evening in Ista is a thing to be enjoyed; Rukbat's sinking on the far horizon over an increasingly inky sea, while waves lap at the shore with silver-foam crests that make the black sands glitter once they've withdrawn. They form a gentle backdrop to the thrum of life that surrounds the bar - the waves are almost a percussion accompaniment to the musicians' tune, which is vibrant enough to have a few of the drunken patrons participating in a wild wardance around the blazing bonfire. While he isn't amongst the wilder lot, there is a 'Reaches greenrider who's soaking up the atmosphere with a drink in hand by the dart board; he's shirtless, clad in shorts and barefoot, with a sunburn to give away how long he's been there... if his level of tipsiness wasn't enough of an indicator. N'ky's turn at the board comes, and he steps up to the makeshift line to take aim, letting fly with... well, a half-decent attempt. For those that know Jo's habits, it can be said that this is by far an uncommon place that she frequents - especially if the bar is looking more than decent. But, she's here, settled at one of the tables before a tanned older man that's busy talking to her than listening to the music. The bluerider in black leathers and sans shoulderknot is nodding more than anything else, and perhaps one can catch that distinctive slide of a hide-wrapped package no bigger than a hand going from her side of the table over to his. An exchange of information, perhaps, and the non-descriptive man looks happier as he grips the package and looks to be leaving the table. She's yet to spot one drunk Reachian greenrider. But the one drunk greenrider spots her - and spies that exchange, too. He waits until he's finished his last go at the darts board before making his excuse to leave that group, nabbing a couple of fresh drinks before sauntering over to the table where the bluerider sits. "Jo!" It's a coo of happy surprise, accompanied by one of N'ky's big, gap-toothed, dimpled smiles. Without waiting for an invitation, he sets a drink down in front of her, then leans up against the back of a chair. "Hi, Jo. Whatcha doing here? Trading?" He mimes pushing something across the table, telling her he saw the exchange. The man pockets the package, and hands are shaken; Jo leans back in her comfy chair with her drink now, about to take a drink before N'ky shows up. Eyeing him before flashing him one of her signature grins, "What's good, N'ky," she greets back, now knocking back the liquor in her glass. A brow lifts when he mimes the exchange that just happened, the woman casually looking towards where the man had gone. Hands spread before she answers, "Oh me? Just takin' in the view away from our Weyr. Tradin'? Ya can say that. What're you doin' here?" Perhaps it's smooth, her turning the question back on him. Smooth enough that N'ky picks up on it quickly, for sure. "Enjoying an evening off and a rest day tomorrow." Which would suggest he's got plans to stay right where he is until the sun comes up at least - though where Cailluneth is is anyone's guess, since the tubby green's nowhere in sight. Without waiting for an invitation, he pulls back a chair and drops down into it, resting an elbow on the tabletop and leaning in towards the bluerider. "Aren't you hot in leathers, Jo? I mean - hot like... hot. Not, like... like the other way, cos..." He scoffs, leaning back in his chair and grinning cheesily. "Well lucky you," Jo answers on his day offs, passing him a lopsided grin as she watches him sit down at her table. "And I'm good. Haven' been here all that long, though, if I stay any longer I'll have to drop this jacket. Then folks will swoon and I'll have to take my greatness elsewhere." There's even a long-suffering sigh, as if her ego is just too much even to her. Right. "So. Why this place for yer evenin' off? One of those that crave the heat, or was it that yer visitin' someone here?" She's almost nosy with it. "Hey, Avalanche gets, like, no time off," N'ky laughs, leaning in towards her once more and smirking. "Let them swooooon, Jo. I promise I'll try my best to stay upright! Because I want to enjoy my drink," he takes a hefty glug of it, as if to prove his point, "and I want to enjoy my night, and my day off tomorrow, and I came because..." The greenrider points to a dark-haired girl behind the bar who's serving up drinks and chatting animatedly to the patrons. "She gives me freebies, and I get..." Setting his drink down, he brings his hands up to his chest to mimic the bartender's ample chest. "Booze and boobs make Ista the best." "That's when ya make time, darlin'," Jo divulges one of her 'secrets' - that involving the time off she seems to get on many occasions. She snorts on the swooning, giving the greenrider a good study before she nods to his drink and remarks, "Looks like yer night's gone either end up with ya retchin' into the ocean over there, or, ya gonna getcher self in a situation ya can' get out of." Dark eyes cut to the woman he points towards, regarding her for a moment before she adds, "She's a piece. I take it yer a tits guy. Here I was, thinkin' ya were more into ass than that." Brows lift and fall in quick succession at him. "How's that dragon of yers farin', anyway? Heard she went up after all." Oh yeah. She's giving the 'I told you so' look now. N'ky's head cants to one side, and he continues to regard - ogle, really - the girl behind the bar. "Into ass, like... girls? Or...?" He pulls a face - it's half-thoughtful, half-confused. "Cailluneth did go up, yep. I think about, um, two sevens after Tacuseth said. She wasn't easy," to control, he likely means, "but... best. Orgasm. Ever." He smirks and blushes at the booze-fuelled confession. "But you know what I like?" The greenrider leans in a little closer, so he can drop his voice. "I like it when you go..." One finger points down between them, and his eyes follow in a quick, but meaningful little glance. "... on a girl, and... a-and they... yeah. That." "Ass is ass," Jo is quick to clarify, lingering casually on her drink. They could be talking about the weather for all she care, by the way she leans back on her chair. "I never make a distinction. Are they meant to be easy to control, though? Those greens, I mean?" Like she would know, really. She does snort at the comment on the flight sex, shaking her head before she drains most of the contents in her glass as he says the last. N'ky gets short laughter from her for his description. "Can' even say it, but that's what ya like," she states in a droll tone before turning her head to regard the girl again. "Ya should go talk to her, then. Most those girls would drop panties for a dragonrider, especially if yer a sweet one." "I think doing it is more important than saying it." N'ky waves a hand airily, shrugging his bare shoulders. "Cailluneth's kinda strong-willed anyway, but the days before her flight were the worst. I was happy when it was over - double happy, I guess!" He raises his glass to that, then chugs down his drink. "You think she would? I think she just wants to get paid a little extra, 'cos I'm not sweet, and I'm not good-looking like that guy." The one currently being served with extra googoo eyes and cleavage-flashing from the 'tender. In bratty fashion, "If ya say so," Jo quips back on the first, though, it seems to apply at the talk of flighs, too. "Ya seem better than before, boastin' and all, so that must be an improvement. No more of that fear in yer eyes that I saw. Amazin' what flight sex can do to a person." To that, she briefly raises her own before draining it. To hopeful question of the bartender girl, the ex-con gives N'ky a shrug of her shoulders before she says, "Never know. Yer not sweet?" and she looks skeptical at that one now. "Ya mean, ya shed all those holdbred tendencies already? The same guy that was freakin' out over overt displays of affection being done in public, like turns ago?" N'ky's nose wrinkles a little in embarrassment at the memory brought up by Jo, and he shrugs, part-apologetic. "I've seen more, done more since then, and... I've not let go completely, but..." Another shrug, and he's biting down on his lip to try and quash his smile. "I grew up a bit, Jo. Sweet i-isn't good enough, so I, um... I don't always think like that any more." He runs his tongue over his lip, then bites on it once more, his expression sinking a little as some of that bubbly fun seeps from him. "Sometimes I'm not like that at all." Waving a hand at him, "For the best," Jo states on N'ky changing, nodding. "Can' stay sweet in this life forever. What's good enough for ya, then? Goin' down on girls?" adding what he had confessed from earlier. That last doesn get her attention though, the bluerider setting her empty glass down as she prompts for more, "Now ya got me curious. How much have ya grown, greenrider? Besides the sex bit, naturally," she adds, a touch wry at the end. "Going down, a-and them going down... I like that maybe even more." N'ky snorts, his cheeks flushing deeper red. Jo's questions make his amused expression sink a little, and his brow creases in the tiniest of frowns as he thinks. "I... wait." One finger's held up to ask the bluerider to hold on, as he grabs their drinks, awkward-sprints to the bar, and returns more slowly with two carefully-carried drinks in his hands; one for Jo, one for him. "Can't have empty glasses tonight!" And he chugs what was left in his last one, before nudging the empty away. "I've grown maybe another inch, I think? Or, like this much overall," he holds his hands about a foot apart. Since he clearly hasn't physically grown that much in any possible sense of the word, what he's actually referring to is unclear, though it may have something to do with what he says next: "I got a project. To earn some marks. Kinda needed some extra ones for a... a th-thing." Jo looks somewhat entertained when N'ky goes to refill their drinks, so by the time he returns with filled glasses, her jacket is off and slung over the empty chair next to her. In her white tank baring her scarred up arms, she leans forward to take up the new glass with a nod in thanks before she comments on the growing taller bit. "Ya know what I meant," she states before he reveals the last, the woman lingering about the taste of the drink as she asks, "What sort of thing?" "Did I get the right one?" N'ky looks meaningfully at the drink, after having studied Jo's expression while tasting it. "A g-good one, I mean? Is it ok? Would you like something else?" He swills his own drink around in its glass, peering down at the amber concoction. Yes, he knows what she meant; and thinking about the right thing to say causes him to frown gently. "Just a thing. A... a thing that needed me to make more marks." Those big brown eyes of his come up, fixing on Jo and narrowing just slightly; it's an amused look, but one that's also secretive. "I had a lot of debt, and I wanted to... get rid of it." He leans in towards her, smiling crookedly, gaze fixed firmly on hers so as to not be distracted by her recently-bared skin. With an expression that's pure seriousness, he says: "I'm trying hard not to swoon, Jo." "If it's free, then it's the right one," Jo is easy to answer, taking up the glass and tipping it briefly in his direction. She turns to what N'ky says next though, looking slightly bemused to his 'thing'. She's mulling it over until he speaks about him not trying to swoon, the ex-con snorting before she drawls shortly and with the expected slightest suggestion, "Try harder." Beat. "What're you doin' with debt? Gamblin'? Spent too much time in the brothels? Got expensive tastes?" She's like a canine, really. He dangles that piece of the story, and she's probing for more now. N'ky laughs at the suggestion, winking at the bluerider before easing back a little. "I'll try my hardest," he reassures, tipping his glass towards her just as she did to him, moments earlier. His brows raise at her question, going up beneath the curls that fall thickly - if a little damply, given the temperature - over his forehead. "Never gambled, 'cept for a couple of marks on the Hatching... a-and I've never been to a brothel, and, um, I've never had the marks needed to have expensive taste." He frowns, brow creasing just slightly; then he shrugs. "I got in trouble at what used to be my home. Took Cailluneth there to meet my family, and she - it wasn't her fault, but she ended up taking down some of the flock. Da complained to the Weyr and the Hold, I ended up having to pay for the ovines she killed." He shrugs again, sinking further away from Jo and deeper into his seat, that happy buzz of a minute ago seeping away. Staring down into his drink, which he swirls around and around in its glass, he mutters, "He's not such a nice guy, my dad. Doesn't like riders, for a start." Jo listens. There's something to his story that doesn't seem to be adding up for the bluerider, but she doesn't interrupt him until the end. She knocks back some of that liquor before she states, "Yer green took out some of yer dad's ovines, and it wasn' her fault, huh? Interestin'." She does pause, considering him for a moment before she shrugs it off and continues. "Sucks to be him with the ovines, but why didn' ya just talk him down? Unless he's disowned ya for bein' a dragonirder'n shit?" And speaking of fathers being nice, there's a soft snort as she looks from him towards those surrounding them at the bar as she says, "Ya can be surprised how many folks don' like 'riders. I wasn' particularly fond of 'em myself. Think they fuckin' own the lands.Had to alter my opinion once I Impressed, naturally. Still. Got a rotten dad myself. Don' think he liked the fact that I came out female. Haven' seen him nor my brothers in turns." By the look on her face, the fact doesn't seem to bother her all that much. "Not her fault," N'ky says more strongly, holding up a finger for emphasis, "'cos I should've stopped her, and 'cos she saw me thinking about... something that'd happened there a looong time ago, before I was even born and she thought maybe I was telling her to do it. So it's not her fault." His nose wrinkles defensively, and he has to take another sip from his drink before he addresses the bluerider's second set of questions. "My family's not my family any more. He doesn't want a dragonrider for a son, so he doesn't have one, and he's doing what he can to bitch and complain to the Weyr about how he's lost a work and all the marks that went into training me. I wish he'd just... just go away and die somewhere. I'm sick of him." Now N'ky's frown has deepened, his chin dropped low as he mulls over his situation, and listens to Jo's own. His brown eyes flicker up to her when she's done, brows still low over them. "If you didn't like dragonriders, Jo, then why were you on the Sands for Tacuseth to find you?" "Pretty ambiguous," Jo remarks on whose fault it could be, but the bluerider is giving that part of the topic an easy give. "Not that it really matters now, does it? Sort of like accidentally gouging someone's eyes out when all ya meant to do was give them a hug. Ovines get eaten. Breed more. Maybe he'll calm down after some time goes by. He can' bitch forever, right? The whole thing about him bein' compensated for trainin' ya is a better opportunistic move than I would have made. So yer payin' him instead, then?" The 'go away and die comment' does give her a bit a browraise as she takes a moment to drink, but it's the last question that seems to put that glass in pause from reaching her lips. Perhaps the pause itself is an oddity, or, the fact that an immediate answer isn't forthcoming like it's suppose to be. Either way, when she finally does answer it, "I was curious is all, or, seems like somethin' better at the time for me. At least I already know that I can be an arrogant asshole some of the time, which is what my father calls 'riders anyway, so why not?" Decent enough answer, and perhaps the most astute could detect that it's also too flippant of an answer. "I was known to do a lot of crazy shit back then," she goes on to say now. "Hasn' much changed, but, this one just happened to turn out good for me." "You don't know my da. He'll bitch 'til he's blue and then keep going 'til he's dead." N'ky's grip around his glass has tightened considerably since talking about his family, the rest of him stiffening up as he hunches forward once more, leaning on the table and frowning down at its surface. "I paid what was owed for the ovines. Aishani bargained with him, I had to pay it off. Would've still been in debt now if I hadn't... I figured out a way to earn more marks and that helped me sort it out quicker, and then... then after I'd sorted it, he started with the compensation shit and it'll never end, Jo. He's like that." His frown smoothes out a little when he listens to her story, teeth pressed down into his bottom lip hard enough to turn it pale beneath the touch. "I was curious, too. I'm glad it worked out good for you, though... I'm glad to have been able to meet you because of it." It's delivered a little stiffly and distractedly, though it doesn't seem to be fake sentiment. He's quiet for a moment, then sighs, dropping his forehead down to rest in his hand. "I've only told one other person about him wanting more compensation, Jo - my uncle sent the letter to me, not the Weyr, so it wouldn't cause trouble. He'll already be frothing that nothing's been done about it... that was months ago. I... I thought I had a solution but..." After shaking his head, the greenrider grunts in frustration and thumps his fist off the table, making his glass rattle against the wood. "I don't know what to do." Shaking her head, "Can' ya get someone in yer family to talk to him?" Jo, trying on reasonable for size. "Like that uncle that gave ya the letter in the first place. Why not him? I mean shit, N'ky. Punch him in the nose or somethin'. Yer his son, so it gives ya that much right." She drains half her glass then, only now addressing his answer on her Impression with a slightly sardonic smirk and a wry, "Part of me wishes I could rub Tacuseth in my father's face. Still, I can' complain. Tac's certain that even if I wasn' on the sands that day, he would have hightailed his wet-shelled ass outta there to go find me, and that no one would have stopped him. Badass straight from the shell, he thinks." "Ansly? He's tried. Da's pissed with him though because he came to the Weyr first, and I was only here because he wanted me to come work under him for a while, to do better with my metalwork." N'ky shakes his head. "Far's Da's concerned, it's Ansly's fault. He's not gonna listen to much from him, and my brothers are all on his side, too. Not that I was close to them, but..." Now he shrugs his head. "I could punch him, but... I've never really punched anyone before. And he's... he's big." Not tall, as N'ky's gesture suggests, but broad - more muscled than the coltish greenrider is, anyway. "And if I did... I've seen him fight." Therefore, he doesn't like his odds. At least the story about Tacuseth makes a bit of a smile appear on his otherwise sullen face - he even laughs softly, too. "It took Cailluneth a long time to find me on the Sands. She likes Tacuseth, though - do you remember when they played in the lake, last turn? When she was only small? If he'll still do that with her, she'll be the happiest dragon on Pern. She likes to play rough." And that, it would seem, is a far happier topic - it seems to relax him a little, bringing a little brightness back to his voice. Leaning a bit forward, "So what yer sayin' is, ya need someone bigger than him to rough him up," or, that's the conclusion Jo reaches with a steady gaze on the greenrider. "It's shady, bein' he's still blood and all but, a lot of times I've seen it bein' proven effective for gettin' someone to back off. Sucks about yer family though. It happens," as in, no positive reinforcement is coming from this convict bluerider. She turns to the topic of their dragons with a laugh, the light tension that had settled on her shoulders seeming to ease as she answers, "Oh yeah, I remember yer Impression. Tac was pretty quick in findin' me. I was so certain I was going to be one of the ones left standing...he still plays. Tacuseth. Still rough. Just been busy jumpin' around, see," and she gestures about them, indicating where they are right now. Her in Ista must be part of her 'jumping around'. "When he gets his downtime by the lake, she can find him there." "I'll have her keep an eye out for him. You should've seen her fight with Ilicaeth, just before she went up... it was awesome." N'ky's smile grows a little more, the memory clearly a happy one. "Cailluneth sort of... wandered about a bit, like she wasn't sure where she was going? And I think... she just sort of sat there for a while. I feel bad that I wasn't paying more attention, because there were others hatching and moving around and towards me and stuff, so I remember seeing her hatch, and I remember her falling down in front of me, but the in-between is a bit fuzzy. Do you really rememeber it?" He seems surprised at that - pleasantly so. After he takes another sip from his drink, he quietly adds, "I'll sort out my da, Jo. Sometime. I'll get it done, somehow, so he'll not bother us. It's my life, and he's got no right to it." "I'm sure Ilicaeth was more than thrilled," Jo notes on the rough-housing between dragons. "Seems like the Reachian dragons are mostly as aggressive as some of their riders. Must be the mountains. I remember most Impressin', just, not the details," she adds now with a slight smirk before she drains her glass once more. "I was more focused on seein' how of the hatchin' bet I was goin' to win, to be honest." But it's something! She sets the glass down then, nodding on the last as she says to it, "Sure ya will. And, if ya just happen to need some burly man to knock heads together, well..." Well. She's getting up then and reaching for her jacket, adding, "I should go. I ain' done for the day and I've gotta lot of stops to make before I can get back. If ya decide to make moves on the girl tonight, good luck to ya, darlin'," and she passes a glance in the pretty girl's direction as she slips the black leather back on. "Cailluneth's... the darker me, sometimes. And the lighter me, too, but she's definitely darker when she's got her temper on." N'ky smirks, draining his own drink to match Jo's empty glass, looking a little disappointed that she's already getting ready to leave. "Do you know burly men, Jo?" He grins, standing up to be able to offer an unnecessary hand to the bluerider to use when getting to her feet, if she will. "I've not got the marks for her tonight," he looks over at the bar, shrugging his shoulders; he's not too disappointed. "There are others, anyway. Not that I need one, but..." But it might be nice, is what is conveyed wordlessly by his crooked little smirk. "You could maybe come back, if you'd like? I'll be here. I'm sleeping with Cailluneth down the beach - maybe they could fight in the sea, here." "Funny how dragons end up takin' certain aspects of us, hm?" Jo comments idly, pushing up her sleeves just a bit. "I know Tac used to be a certain way - a little tamer, maybe - before he really got up in my head. Now..." A shrug is given. To the question of burly men, "Of course," she answers that far too smoothly as she looks over at him. "For a price." Beat. "Shame about that girl, but there's certainly others. As for comin' back," and she steps from the table smoothing the jacket over herself, checking out the crowd there for a moment, "by the time I get here, ya'll be long sleep. Thanks for the drink, though. I'll owe ya one sometime." "I'm not planning on sleeping for ages yet," N'ky replies, laughing. He too looks over the crowd, gaze settling on the people he was playing darts with earlier. They're still there, still doing the same thing. "If you'd like to come back, you'd be very very welcome, Jo. A-and you could buy me a drink too, if you wanted... I've enjoyed your company." He grins enough for his dimples to show - which also flashes the gap between his front teeth. "I hope you get everything you've gotta do finished soon enough to come back. I'll save a spot for you by the bar, just in case!" In a split-second decision, he steps forward to throw his arms around the bluerider, giving her a squeezy hug. "Clear skies for you and Tacuseth," he murmurs while hugging her, before letting go, stepping back enough for his deep crimson blush to be seen, and darting off towards his friends. Snorting, "Sure ya aren'," Jo states with that grin, clearly not believing him on his being able to stay up that late with a look towards his empty glass. She was turning to leave before she's suddenly wrapped in an unexpected hug, the ex-con pausing and tensing up with a look being thrown in his direction. Well, N'ky likely didn't see it since he had already turned and ran off, but Jo does watch him go for a moment before she shakes her head with an amused huff and heads out of the bar herself. |
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