Logs:Places where you can buy... a good time
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| RL Date: 27 July, 2013 |
| Who: H'vier, N'ky |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: N'ky bothers H'vier with a question. |
| Where: Snowasis |
| When: Day 11, Month 5, Turn 32 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: A spring flurry brings in a little late snowfall, though there is no accumulation as the flakes spiral to the ground on a dizzying breeze. |
| Mentions: H'kon/Mentions, J'madri/Mentions, April/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: This takes place before Something To Say. |
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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. It's been a miserable day for working in, with most of High Reaches suffering from inconsistent spring weather: snow in the Weyr and Hold, sleet in Crom, bitingly cold wind and rain elsewhere. From having spent the day working transport in Crom, N'ky is akin to a drowned, frozen rat by the time he turns up in the Snowasis, where thankfully the other present Avalanche riders have snagged a table close to the fire. With a drink to warm him up the greenrider joins them, stripping off his jacket to let it steam gently, while the rest of him does pretty much the same. It might be a miserable day for working but it's an awesome rest day. And H'vier has been milking it for all it's worth. When he arrives, he's already a little distant and glassy-eyed from drinking or something else. If he notices the group of his wingmates at that table, he doesn't acknowledge them and he certainly doesn't seem to have any plans of joining them. Instead he heads for the bar, lifting a finger for the bartender. Then another. Just two of his usual, thank you very much. N'ky peers up from his mug of klah to see H'vier at the bar; it's not hard to miss someone that tall, even when you're not looking for them. When it seems clear to him that the bronzerider isn't going to come join the rest of the wing, N'ky makes a quiet excuse to slip away to join him, leaving his jacket where it is to save his seat and to dry off. He comes up to lean against the bar alongside the taller man, looking up at him from behind his unruly curls. "Don't you want to join us?" He has drinks. Two of them. They're very interesting. H'vier doesn't do much more than glance over at the coltish greenrider when he speaks before taking a drink like he might not even bother answering at all. But he does, lacking enthusiasm, "Not particularly." When he's not battling a proddy Cailluneth, N'ky has patience. He can wait for an answer, and he does, nodding slowly when he finally gets one. "Ok," he gives his own reply, shrugging his shoulders softly. There's a quiet pause during which he leans and drinks, before speaking up again. "We're rostered to do sweeps together over Crom tomorrow." "Fascinating," says H'vier as though he doesn't think it's actually fascinating at all. "I'm sure Reisoth will be overjoyed." Again, that doesn't sound very promising. "It better not be doing this tomorrow," the weather, no doubt. H'vier turns his head to give N'ky a more direct look, after that. "Is there something I can help you with or are you just going to keep bothering me until I join your stupid..." He gestures vaguely over where their wingmates are. That thing over there. "I think we're in for more of it," N'ky responds regarding the weather. "And no, I'm not going to keep bothering you, H'vier, and they're your stupid... as much as they're mine." He snorts softly, then gives the bronzerider a crooked sort of smile. "I... wanted to ask you something. You seem the type who'd know their way around Crom's bars... and I wanted to know if you'd like to show them to me. After sweeps. We're off-duty the next day, so..." That deserves H'vier finishing off the rest of his first drink. He hisses a small breath as it burns down his throat, then refocuses on N'ky like he has something important to say. "Look, kid. You aren't hideous or anything, I'll give you that. And your ass is nice enough I could probably pretend if I was wasted and you didn't roll over. But I'm just not interested." That's what this is all about, right? Why would H'vier think the greenrider is actually interested in Cromese bars? N'ky just... looks at H'vier, one brow raised up beneath his curls, lips pulled tight in an attempt to stop the laugh that's already very clearly there in his brown eyes. "I'm flattered," and he seems genuine enough about it, "but I told you. I'm not gay, and I'm not interested in sleeping with you. Flights are flights." He smirks, shrugging his shoulders. "I'm bored of the Snowasis all the time. I don't know anyone else to ask... not really, anyway. They're all busy with Glacier now." There's a pause as he chugs down some of his drink, before he looks back at the bronzerider, leaning in a little to allow his lowered voice to be heard. "I... I heard there are places where you can... wh-where you can buy... y'know. A... good time? With girls." It's so awkward. He's blushing... but he doesn't look away. "My sorta-girlfriend's angry that Cailluneth sent her blue to the dragonhealer." H'vier doesn't look like he believes that. He'll probably never believe that a male greenrider isn't trying to get in his pants. But he doesn't linger on the subject. "Crom is a shit hole. Ista is where you want to go if you want good booze and hot whores." The bronzerider might as well be talking about what was being served for dinner for all the casualness he gives the conversation. He even grins. "If your girl is pissed about her dragon getting roughed up, buying a lay probably isn't the best way to get back on her good side, you know." H'vier has never been in a relationship in his life, but he'll sure tell other people how to deal with theirs. "She sleeps with who she wants; we're not exactly tight, so she's go no reason to complain about what I do." N'ky shrugs, downing another sip of his still-steaming drink. "Sp we'll do Ista, then. We were meant to go bar-hopping there - my clutchmates and I - but it never happened." There's a soft, fleeting frown that creases his brow, quickly smoothed over as he shrugs. "I don't care where, but I've been stuck with H'kon trying to settle me into the wing and he's... he's H'kon," is further explanation required? "and I want to have some fun. D'you know that since he got tapped into Polaris, J'madri's been too hungover to see me? And even when she wasn't pissed with me, April's been having fun with her wingmates. And I have H'kon." And he's not having fun. "H'kon isn't so bad. You just need to redefine what you think fun is and you'll get on with him just fine." Which is terribly amusing to H'vier, evidently, judging by that dumb grin on his face. "Fine. We'll go to Ista, get you drunk and laid. You'll have fun. And I'll try to remember to introduce myself to your sorta-girlfriend sometime. Sounds like a grand time." "Her name's April. She's in Snowdrift. Short," but isn't pretty much everyone, in comparison to N'ky and H'vier? "kinda -" curvy, his hands finish that off for him -" and freckly. Blue Darcielth's." His nose wrinkles a little, and he ruffles a hand through his curls. "She's not the best lay." Which might be why he doesn't sound too hung up over her being angry with him right now, and why he's excited about the prospect of Ista and all its paid-for womanly promise. "Tomorrow, then? After sweeps? Do I need anything other than marks?" "Maybe it's not her that's the problem, hmm?" Whether April is any good doesn't seem to be a big concern for H'vier. She's new to him and that's all that really matters. "Tomorrow. Just your winning personality and those fucking curls of yours. I'm sure the whores won't care about anything but your money, though." He probably knows this from experience. "Awesome." N'ky's certainly pleased with their plan. "Someone gave me a turn's worth of marks as a graduation present. He said to have fun... so I will." The greenrider snorts softly, the blush on his rosy cheeks flaring up as he grins. "See you in drills, H'vier." What's left in his mug is drained, the empty vessel left on the countertop before he saunters back over to his jacket, dropping heavily into the chair he vacated to go speak to the bronzerider, and joining in with whatever the rest of their wingmates are laughing at. |
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