Logs:Not That Sort of Drink
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| RL Date: 9 January, 2015 |
| Who: N'vad, Z'riah |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: Wingmates chat and make plans for fishing. |
| Where: Snowasis, HRW |
| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
| Mentions: X'vae/Mentions |
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| Evening usually has a crowd of rowdy Glacierites being their typical selves. Tonight is no different, but one Glacier greenrider isn't hanging out with his wingmates like he might usually be. Tonight Z'riah is sitting at the bar. On number... something. Not quite wasted, but not quite sober, either. There's probably a population of men who are quite glad he's being a quiet drinker right now. N'vad is certainly not in any better condition now to be physically rowdy--that knee never does seem to make significant improvement, but neither does it seem to have impeded him much once on dragonback. Tonight has gotten him into a rather boisterous discussion, however, after a couple drinks. Something about the probability of another comet. It's a favorite topic for the bluerider, but not necessarily anybody else's. At some point, the topic changes, and he takes his opportunity to make his slow way back to the bar with his empty glass. He passes it across to the bartender, and then makes an aside to his wingmate, without eye contact: "You holdin' up?" Professional concern buried under a layer of deliberately-casual. He hasn't quite been himself the last few sevens, the last month if anyone's actually been paying attention. More quiet and kept to himself, which is pretty unusual for the usually mouthy greenrider. Z'riah glances at the bluerider as he picks up his glass and grunts a sound of acknowledgement more than he actually answers the question. Then he throws back the rest of what's in his hand and shakes it for the bartender to give him another. "You buying?" That must be for N'vad, not the tender. One could be excused for assuming N'vad inattentive, given that depth of conversation is not usually his strong suit, but yet he lingers even after his new drink--a double, too--has arrived. Takes a sip, makes a grimacing face, takes another. Somewhere in between the two, an answer. "Guess so," he offers to the greenrider. "Long as we have an understanding that it's not that sort of drink." This might usually be a-- okay, it's probably never a deal breaker. Free drinks are free drinks. "Deal." Z'riah doesn't smile, but there's something appreciative in his voice. It's probably not that he can't buy his own drinks. There's just something nice about someone else doing it for you. Even if it's not that kind of drink. "Your loss, anyway." There's complete confidence, even if subdued delivery. "Guess you look like you could use a friend right now," N'vad says. Gruff, and there's too much emphasis on that last word, but also the general sense that this is about as heartfelt as a guy like him is apt to get. He indicates this arrangement to the bartender more with gestures than words, which gets enough eyebrow-lifting to suggest the other did not catch this part of the exchange, but the bluerider doesn't seem compelled to issue corrections. There's a drink to attend to, here. "You ain't seemin' quite right lately. Don't suppose I know why that is, but figure it's good to nip that in the bud." The way N'vad puts that first comment makes Z'riah look at him in a way that's oddly boyish. A friend is exactly what he needs. N'vad is just the wrong bluerider. He must realize he's looking at him in a way he doesn't want to, though, because his expression hardens as he reaches for his new drink. "How do you propose we do that?" He's already tried a lot of drinking, no doubt. His green even rose the other day! "Don't rightly know," N'vad admits, here, after a moment's pause when a genius plan fails to materialize. Being human is sometimes terribly inconvenient. "Drink's not a bad way to start, but it ain't much of a way to finish. You want to tell me what's goin' on?" Not, to contrast, something quite as open-ended as wanting to talk about it. There's only so touchy-feely he's going to be getting. Telavi pages: Yes! V'ros and I had already agreed to meet back then, so then I was thinking back and thought I would page with rain check, and then I thought I would scroll back through chat about Jadzia and apply that to the doc because why not, and then it got complicated. "Not really," Z'riah is quick enough to tell him. Lucky N'vad, finding a greenrider who isn't into touchy-feely talking about problems and emotions. At least not while he's not proddy. "My friend is gone and I'm a horrible person," is the extent of what Zif will offer N'vad, who can, perhaps, believe the latter well enough. "Drinking's fine. Probably just take a bottle back to my weyr here soon." So he can get really wasted. There's just a nod for that not-really, a nod and then N'vad takes a certain interest in his own drink, not in pressing for more information, while Z'riah elaborates of his own volition. After the horrible person bit, there's a deep sort of 'hm' noise in his throat, acknowledgment without approval or agreement. The same with the bit about the bottle. Then there's a pause, then: "You got a free afternoon coming up here one of these days?" Z'riah takes a drink before turning his head to look at N'vad. There's something like curiosity there, but not exactly hopeful. He's beyond that right now. "I sharding hope so," is his impulsive response. "Yizi rose a few days ago, so catching up on missed days." Talking about duty? Way easier than talking about anything else. "You need a date for something?" It's wry, definitely not serious. "Ha-ha." In that way of saying it instead of actually laughing that suggests that N'vad is not particularly amused by the joke, but he doesn't seem terribly put off by it, either. "Got a spot I like out near where I grew up, like to head out once in awhile and see if I can't land a couple fish. Reckon it won't be warm enough much longer. Wouldn't mind company, if you're so inclined. No skin off my back if you're not." At least N'vad's lack of amusement earns a small smile from the greenrider. That's the point, right? To make Z'riah less... whatever's wrong with him? "If I can bring booze, I'm in. Can't say I'm very good at fishing, but I can pretend like a beast." Once his bottle has been delivered to him, one that he's paying for himself, of course, the greenrider finishes the rest of his drink and starts to rise. "Thanks, man. Appreciate it." |
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