Logs:Measure Up
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| RL Date: 1 October, 2015 |
| Who: H'vier, Rategar |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: H'vier stops by with his date and has a request for Rat. |
| Where: Stables, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 19, Month 12, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| OOC Notes: Language and racy talk. |
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| It's busy at the stables. All the 'hands around are at it- cleaning up stalls, sweeping down floors and getting the runners in for the night. One of the largest stablehands of the bunch is apart from the small group, brushing down one of the runners that was just brought in from the outside. His clothes have that look of being ever-dirty on a daily basis, and his nose looks like it's been broken more times than it should be. While the stablehands engage in chitchat, he remains quiet and attentive to his task. H'vier must not come down this way very often, to know when is busy and when isn't. Or maybe he doesn't care either way. He's got the hand of a young woman caught in his own when they come into the stable, but she seems quite happy about it. And possibly a little bit drunk. They both might be a little bit drunk, because what H'vier asks is, "Which one of these things is a stallion?" And it makes the girl giggle like it's a very funny joke. When H'vier arrives with a woman in hand, that gets a few of the stablehands to stop their chitchat and stare. While they eye the woman and forget their voices, there's a Bitran accented answer coming from around the runner he's brushing: "The stall at the very end, but I wouldn't take him out in that state." Rat's head appears from around the runner, looking at the couple while he keeps on brushing. If he catches H'vier's eye, he'll nod in the direction of the stall. "Don't need to take him out," says H'vier. "Just need to look at him." The young woman is blushing as the bronzerider leads her toward the stall, but it could just be the alcohol she's had. H'vier flashes a smile at the helpful hand on their way past, putting himself between runner and girl, and then they're moving to the stall at the very end. Once they're there, they look at him for a few moments, then the large man is glancing back down the aisle. "You!" he says to Rategar. "Come here, yeah?" There's an array of looks going around for thee bronzerider's answer, but it doesn't seem to faze Rategar since he ducks back to what he's doing. Eventually, the other stablehands disperse with the occasional odd look and one of them mumbling, "Who takes a lady on a date to see a stallion?" It's enough to make Rat snort. He lets the couple past and says nothing until he's called for. He's slow to straighten up with the brush and amble over to watch the two of them with a look that suggests he's being interrupted at his work but won't care if the interruption is interesting. In fact, he looks toward the stall and its occupant, too. Then back at H'vier. Fortunately for H'vier, he doesn't seem to care even a little bit that he's interrupting someone else's work. He grins at the 'hand who comes over and gestures at the runner in the stall as he explains, "She wants to see his dick." She gasps and nudges the bronzerider with her shoulder as though she didn't expect him to actually say it. But he only laughs as he adds, "She wants to be able to compare. I told her mine's as big as a runner's, but she's never seen one." So clearly this is the answer. Naturally, this gives Rategar some pause. He looks down at the stallion first, almost a good lengthy time, and then he looks at H'vier and thankfully keeps his eyes from looking at his groin. "You can't be serious," is his response, glancing at the girl now. "You really have to come in here to prove to her that your dick's bigger than this here runner's?" Gesturing back where he was before, "Did you want me to get a ruler over here, too?" and then gestures toward the bronzerider's groin before looking at the girl and obviously sizing her up before he adds, "Because, I'm pretty sure I'll win this contest." "Kind of hard for her to appreciate if she doesn't know how big a runner's dick is," says H'vier as if this makes everything make total sense. But the rest of what the 'hand says has the bronzerider looking at him a little more soberly. "I'm sure you have no problem getting hard around other men, but the rest of us aren't quite that sly, kid." And you can't have a soft measuring contest because they just don't work as well for anyone. "If only I was talking about getting hard around other men for that to stick," Rat knocks it back quick without blinking. "Just saying, man. You're welcome to go on in there and get him hard to see, though," and he nods towards that stallion, tossing the woman a wink as he folds his arms with a flex of his muscles. "I can't promise it'll go well. Your girl, there, may need to run." He sounds like he's being helpful. The amused look on his face might say something else. H'vier makes an unconvinced sort of acknowledgment in his throat and looks at the runner in the stall again, clearly not threatened by the younger man. The girl, on the other hand, side eyes Rategar uncertainly, a little embarrassed, and murmurs to the bronzerider, "Maybe we should go, Havi. We can still have fun." He glances at her and nods after a moment, then lets her start leading him back the way they'd come. Rategar remains where he stands, a brow lifting as if in a challenge to the older man along with a deeper study of him. That the lady speaks of leaving, "You best do that," he tells her, though his gaze lingers more on H'vier as he says it. "I won't have any of your blood on my hands tonight, and stallions can be onery even on their good days. I suggest fucking the liquor off in a room somewhere." He even angles his body in a way to allow them to pass him by on the way out as he watches. "Stallions aren't the only ones," says H'vier on his way past. His grin is a little predatory, though possibly more for the girl's sake than the stablehand's, when he adds, "This one's coming to my weyr tonight, so don't you worry your ugly little head about that, kid." There will be plenty of fucking, presumably. H'vier's hand moves down possessively to her ass as he leads the pretty young woman back out of the stables. "I'm glad you can recognize, old man," Rategar is happy to dole out answers, his smile showing too much teeth and it doesn't reach his eyes. He doesn't answer the rest though as he watches her ass get palmed with the barest of mouth twitches, other than to watch them leave and toss in their wake, "Good luck with that. Dragonriders," the last gets muttered with a snort, only returning to his work once the couple is gone. |
Comments
Squishy (22:54, 1 October 2015 (PDT)) said...
Oh how I loved this, let me count the ways. ...
Alida (00:34, 2 October 2015 (PDT)) said...
Hahahahahahaha!
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