Logs:May You Meet New and Interesting People
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| RL Date: 7 February, 2014 |
| Who: Jo, R'hin |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: Jo gets word about a new face hanging around the Greenfields Dive Bar, and goes to investigate. |
| Where: Dive Bar, Greenfields |
| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
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| Kait drops by shortly after dinner, with news from Greenfields. Apparently there's been a handful of new people hanging around the dive bar -- not that this is unusual. People come and go in such a dive bar, and it's precisely that anonymity that makes it appealing to some types. There's one particular person of that group, though, that seems to have their attention -- as much because he seems a default sort of leader as anything. Kamer, they call him. Apparently it's about time they met him. After dinner, Kait would find Jo in her weyr on this night, in the process of putting a package together at her table for transport. It's wrapped in wherhide and no bigger than a set of hands, the bluerider heading out towards her ledge and Tacuseth with it when Jormunth arrives. Ofcourse the news is of interest - Jo keeps eyes and ears about Greenfields when she can for any opportunities, period - so when Kait mentions that this 'opportunity' called Kamer is present at the dive tonight, whatever nighttime plans the bluerider had made gets suddenly canceled. "Let's go," she lets Kait lead the way, dropping the package in the sack attached to her blue dragon before mounting up. Kait's quick to comply, as much for getting away from the Weyr as interest in what they might find when they get there. Greenfields is a familiar visual, and it's not that long before the pair of them are winging down to land just outside the Hold. The dive bar is visible from her, noise and light spilling out -- at a glance as welcoming as any bar. Inside, the mood is different, darker -- people are here to drink, or to fight, sometimes both. It's also a great place to sit and soak up information. Inside, there are some familiar faces Jo's seen on previous visits, and some that are not -- which is not unusual, either. Kait leads the way to the bar, but she's muttering to Jo as she does, "There, that lot in the middle, I think." Most of the patrons go for privacy -- this particular group -- a woman and three men -- are sat right in the midst of the bar, with plenty of empty glasses on the table. They... kind of look familiar, except not. Just in that niggling, unqualified way. Airing in from Between, Jo doesn't linger in her landing. Greenfields is one place - next to the Weyr - that she frequents more often than most would know. Once inside, Jo is less the non-chalant rider that most at the Weyr are used to seeing, and more of someone quite formidable. Easy grace is switched in with a hunter's grace just in her step, the woman scanning the crowd only briefly before Kait direct her attention. Grathon is spotted behind the counter, and she passes him a quick smile and nod. "Been comin' around a lot, have they?" she asks genially, her sharp gaze landing on them only briefly as she makes a step towards the bar. "Lookin' for somethin'? Someone? Guess we'll have to go'n see. We probably should've brought M'ron in for this." Just in case. Either way, she's nodding for Kait to proceed her, now taking a more liberal look their way. Grathon shrugs as he sets a couple of beers down on the bar for the pair. "Every few nights or so," he replies. "Dorwur figured they were posers and picked a fight with them the first night. He barely limped out of here." He snorts with amusement. "They've been asking around, I think -- seen some of 'em talking to people here and there, but they're discreet." Which is to say, Grathon doesn't care as long as his furniture doesn't get smashed up. Kait moves ahead of Jo, folding her arms as she stops near the table. There's a furrow to her brow that -- wait? Isn't that E'nest, one of Savannah's blueriders? He's dressed down, but... yes, that's A'gon, a greenrider. The brown-haired woman Jo doesn't recognize, but her mouth thins into something ill-pleased as she looks up at Kait, then Jo. The fourth man stretches out a hand, casually. "We're all friends," he says, lowly, while the brunette snorts. "Sure, Kamer." Yeah. It's R'hin, but it really doesn't really sound or look like him; his hair is slicked back close against his skull, and his clothes are old, patched up, and ratty-looking. He's even slouched indolently as he looks up at Jo. And he's fucking grinning. "So's everyone else that thinks they can come in here'n get noticed," Jo mutters to Grathon, sending him a look. She doesn't need to clarify to whom they want to get noticed by, right? No, not them. Still, she takes up her beer with a nod of thanks and is already downing it for the count as Kait leads them away from the bar. The closer she does get to the table, the more familiar those present around it starts to look. The frown of trying to place a facial feature here or the sound of someone's voice there is evident as she approaches, and when A'gon's the one she first recognizes, that frown turns heavy. She eyes the woman staring them down right back, and with the fourth man sticking out his hand, "...A'gon, was it?" she voices that first, eyeing that held out hand. Hold on, she hasn't made the connection yet. But then, she's distracted with her beer. "And..." Eyes fall on E'nest. "Argon, actually," A'gon corrects adroitly. E'nest's snorting. "Such an amazing imagination." He's not all that keen to offer up his own name; it's only after he stretches forward and downs his beer and slumps back, that he answers, "Enbar." The broad-faced brunette's rolling her eyes. "Really, Kamer, this is who you're sticking it--" she stops so abruptly and the dark, narrow-eyed look she gives R'hin-come-Kamer is dark enough that he probably kicked her under the table or something. "Pull up a chair," 'Kamer' offers instead, tugging out one. Kait looks uncertain, frowning at the familiar riders, then to Jo, questioningly, obviously ready to do whatever she suggests. Jo stays silent as she watches the exchanges, and it's pretty hard to tell what's she's thinking - or whether or not she's buying it. Either way, her gaze going to 'Kamer', "Argon. Enbar. Kamer, huh?" she drops conversationally, finally grasping his hand firmly before she drops into one of the vacated and offered seats. She tosses her head back as she leans back more comfortably, looking Kait's way with an imperceptible nod. "So what brings ya'll here to our fine and reputable establishment?" she asks them all, the almost-empty mug there in one hand. The way she's slouching back, it's like she had all the time in Pern. "Been hearin' ya been comin' around here lately. We here in Greenfields don' get that many travelers this way. That right, Kait?" "Uh-huh. We're here for the beer, of course," R'hin replies adroitly. A'gon's snorting and laughing, given the beer isn't exactly gold standard. "This here's Jenni," 'Kamer' nods to the brunette on his other side; she doesn't seem overly happy with the designation, if the thin press of lips is any judge. "And," R'hin adds, leaning Jo's way with an all-too-casual arm moving to rest on the back of her chair, "--the company, too." E'nest's nodding, "Had some fairly warm welcomes," he agrees. "The beer is shit here," Jo drops with that slight smirk curving her lips before downing the rest of that 'shitty' beer. "No one comes for the beer. Jenni," she echoes the name with a slight raise of her brow going the brunette's way. "Company's shit, too. Or so I've heard." This goes to 'Kamer', amusement coloring her blunt tone now as she looks him over openly. "At least most of ya don' look like ya talk with yer fists on a daily basis, so I know ya not comin' here for the ring in the back." When E'nest speaks about warm welcomes, she glances over to Kait as she quips, "What, ya mean the kids here haven' taken ya for all yer worth yet?" That could be rhetorical. Or, a joke. To R'hin, Leiventh projects, « Esrieth says Priya says this is 'pointless' and that she's going back home where it's warm and she doesn't have to talk to idiots. » "That's more Enbar's thing," R'hin waves a hand towards E'nest, who lifts his hands as if to say 'guilty as charged'. "You wouldn't think to look at him, but he's got a mean right hook. You should see W-- the other guy." The bronzerider's pale eyes are glittering with amusement -- he's clearly enjoying this, despite 'Jenni's' obvious discomfort. Or perhaps just as much because of that, knowing R'hin. Abruptly, they're all looking at her, now -- R'hin, E'nest and A'gon as well, a second before Jenni stands and stalks out wordlessly. A moment later, A'gon's shrugging as if this is hardly unusual behavior, and E'nest's reaching for her discarded beer. "It ain't so bad," he's saying, gulping it down. "You have no sense of taste," A'gon's snorting. Kait's still wary, but she's playing the part of looking at ease, since she at least recognizes the remaining three. Tacuseth might well see a dark shape winging in -- the size would put the dragon at a green -- 'Jenni' climbing up a moment later and the pair disappearing two wingbeats off the ground, an action Leiventh's prone to as well. "Why," R'hin says, after a moment of silence, "You here to protect me from the bad men, doll?" "Then...Enbar-" and Jo emphasizes the man's name, "-should be takin' advantage of makin' a few good marks. We're always lookin' for new challengers, here." As in, the bluerider's looking as if she partakes in the ring, too. Then Jenni's leaving, and that has Jo vaguely surprised. "Not a fan of yer new hangout?" the comment goes to 'Kamer', her long fingers tapping against her chair idly. "I hear the Weyrs have far nicer holes to hang yer hat. Maybe that's more're her thing?" Tacuseth, indeed, watches the skies, catching that green winging in and out in seconds flat. Perhaps the information gets relayed since the bluerider, seconds later, adds in, "Yer Jenni's in much the hurry on that dragon, darlin'. And, if I'm protectin', there's goin' to be a fee." Yeah, that sounds just a bit dirty, the way it's said. "Well? You heard the doll, Enbar." R'hin gives no emphasis to the bluerider's name and makes it sound like he addresses E'nest that way all the time. With a shrug, he's standing, nudging A'gon, "You'll watch my back, eh?" A'gon sighs. "Sure, but I'm not guaranteeing I'm going to bet with you." A subtle look at R'hin and something passes between them, before R'hin's saying, "Jenni? In a Weyr." He snorts, and the other two Savannah riders are snickering, too. "Not her kind of place, doll." E'nest's leering at Kait, now, "You'll show me which way, yeah? You should definitely lead." And if that means E'nest gets to watch, well, he's definitely not opposed. Meanwhile, R'hin, intrigued, raises a brow. "A fee, hm? You've seen my clothes; I could hardly afford marks. What else do you take as... payment?" Jo watches the exchange in silence, draining her mug and setting it down with the others. As she leans forward to do it, "Yeah, I just bet it's not," is all she says on the Weyr not being Jenni's sort of dig, keeping her tone casual. Leaning back then, "Enjoy yerselves," she sends their way once it looks like they're leaving, the offer they send to Kait gets the bluerider to give her a slight incline of her head before openly saying, "If yer goin', see where Vec's gone to? If he's around, I've got some words for him he'll wanna hear." She turns to 'Kamer' then, his response to her fee earning him short laughter from her as she takes a look around them. "Well," she says, "I suppose the fee would have to be somethin' else, eh? I take all manner of things and favors for payment. I ain' a picky girl, now," she notes wryly. "That's if yer worth my takin' a risk on, 'Kamer'. Or more importantly," and her head tilts slightly at him, "it's about what ya can do for me." R'hin, for his part, is not watching their fellows depart; his gaze is fixed entirely on Jo. "You're not picky? That breaks my heart." He actually manages a pout of his lower lip. "And here I thought I was special, love-at-first-sight. No?" He leans closer, with the intent of teasing her with an almost kiss, lips inches away from hers. "Tell me," the bronzerider murmurs, "What I can do for you." There's a twitch as she calls him Kamer, kind of low grade irritation-mixed-with-resignation, like the name that might've been a facetious choice isn't precisely welcome from her lips, now. With a humphing sound, "Favors are as powerful as marks," Jo answers him simply. "Some would even argue that it's moreso than the other. Favors have gotten me outta tight jams. Some could say sex could do the same, too." He leans closer, and so does she just a bit, the tease to his own as she takes in his words. "Somethin' tells me yer are special, though," she notes, his lips close to hers, and the woman is not making any moves to drawn him in or push him off. "As for what ya can do for me," she goes on to say, "right now? I'd like another shitty beer. I'd like a private bath and a bowl of sliced redfruit waitin' for me. Why do ya want my protection?" she turns on him then. "Ya look formidable enough from where I'm sittin', darlin'." "Yes, they are," R'hin replies, amused all of a sudden, irritation quickly slipping away. "Sex has gotten you out of tight jams? Oh, these are stories I need to hear. And if it takes a few more pitchers of shitty beer to get you to tell them--" he spreads his hands, as if it's an inevitability. "Not sure I can do much about the bath, though -- but there is an old quarry along the road to coast that serves as a makeshift bathing hole -- so I hear. You are looking a bit dirty," he concludes, finger dropping as if to part the neckline of her top and investigate himself. "Those are stories that will take more than a few more pitchers," Jo states with that easy laughter of hers. "I'm sure ya'll be bored to tears by every single one of'em. Ya'll have more interestin' stories than those." That flash of interest on her face come when he answers on the bath, "So ya hear," she echoes him with that open humor. "Alright then. How about we go over there and catch ourselves a bath, hm? I guess ya'll be makin' sure every inch of me is clean?" Suggestion colors her tone, that rough sultriness heard in her voice. Eyes drop to his finger only once, keeping her gaze on his face as if she was studying him. "But really," and she leans forward, her gaze intensifying. "What has been bringin' ya here all this time, eh?" "I can... make that happen," R'hin says, of more than a few, as his hand trails down the outside of her clothing. That flash of interest earns a deeper grin from the bronzerider, kind of interested and knowing all at once, pale eyes tracing the curve of her face. He stands, casual enough to make it seem not too keen, though there's definitely an anticipation in his gaze as he stretches out a hand with the intent of drawing her up with him. "Just... sewing some seeds. In another life I was a farmer, you know." His clothing is probably dirty enough to name himself as that. "And I might've heard somewhere that you come here now and then. I was curious." That he admits without a trace of embarrasement. "I'm sure ya could," Jo teases right back, looking pleased as she feels his touch. "Another time, then. Only if ya tell me some stories yerself." Then he stands and she slides herself out of her chair to her feet with that hunter's grace as she's drawn up. "A farmer, huh?" and she's considering that one, looking at him closely before she allows herself a single nod as she seems to accept it. "I think I would be a guard," she offers of her own with a slight shrug. "Probably a guard in some far, backwards hold that nobody visits. One would wonder how we ended up riders, huh?" To his last, there's a chuckle before she slides a hand about his arm as she says, "And has yer curiosity been sated?" "Look at these hands. These are the hands of a man who has gotten them dirty," R'hin says, lifting them for inspection. The fact that he still has Jo's hand in one of his doesn't really stop him; he changes that motion smoothly enough, letting go with the intent of wrapping it around her waist in an all-too-obvious-way, as if intending to let everyone know where the pair are slipping off to. "If you are a guard, then I would be the Lord of Backwater Hold, so that you could serve my... every whim." The bronzerider's chuckling darkly at the thought, obviously enjoying it. "And I wouldn't say sated, exactly. Piqued. Teased. Hopefully soon to be satisfied." Hard to tell whether they're talking about the same thing now, although it's always possible; the bronzerider's steering her towards the door. Studying his hands openly, "Well, ya know what they say about dirty hands," is all Jo says to that, her tone bleeding in innuendo as he takes her by the waist. She might notice the smirk from Grathon, but she's not looking his way. "Now I'm all curious as to what sort of whims I could be servin'," she returns with a look going R'hin's way as she lets him lead them out. "A Lord'n a guard. Ya like things forbidden to ya." As for being sated, there's a toss of her wild, black hair before she answers back, "Maybe even all three. Lucky you, I can be amendable. Seduced, too. Ya gotta show me yer hangout spots sometime." A mark's fished out and she tosses it towards Grathon's counter on the way out. "I could tell you," R'hin replies, "But I'd much rather show you." The bronzerider doesn't bother with such gratuities for the bartender, though it's clear sharp eyes take note of that, for next time. Once they're outside, in the dark, he's pulling her towards him, lips pressing hungrily against hers. It doesn't take that long for Leiventh to land, flying over at a low angle, and it's only the bronze's arrival that makes him release her. "I'll race you there." He doesn't hint as to distance or direction, though Leiventh is more generous, sharing the image with Tacuseth; the dark quarry painted in pale, filtered light from the twin moons. The blue has the advantage of being swifter, but whether or not he wins the race, well -- they'll both win.
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