Logs:Winning And Losing
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| RL Date: 16 April, 2016 |
| Who: T'gar, N'klas |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: After Evyth's mating flight, Rat and N'klas drown their sorrows (or at least the sorrows of their dragons) in booze. And it's the perfect time for them to catch up. |
| Where: Garden Patio Ledge, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 25, Month 7, Turn 40 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: K'del/Mentions |
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Garden Patio Ledge, High Reaches Weyr
Partly sheltered by the curving stone overhang, partly exposed to the
weather, the wide stone patio serves as a balcony for socializing or just
plain drinking on a sizable scale. The repurposed ledge might once have
let two large dragons land, but now there's too much furniture for that:
two rustic tables with attendant chairs, plus a couple more in
particularly good weather, and a wrought iron bench situated to make the
most of the view of the western bowl and the lake beyond.
Other changes include rough little niches carved out of the stone walls to
hold glows in colored bottles at night, the climbing plant that's being
trained to grow up along the overhang, and the blue ceramic pots of
flowers that dot the edge of the ledge as a colorful reminder not to fall
off.
An archway leads to the Snowasis itself, housed in the ledge's former
weyr, while a few wide steps descend along the wall to the bowl.
Warm sunshine and cloudless skies make for a beautiful day and pleasantly
warm evening. A breeze tempers the heat with no humidity lingering in the
air. The chase was hot and heavy, and then it was over. T'gar didn't linger, making his way from the guest weyr towards the patio ledge where a table of ale is already set up by Showasis for the chasers. Instead of a cup, he grabs a whole pitcher and settles some ways at a vacant table. Asaroth can be seen in a distance angling up in the bowl, presumably towards his ledge. Khajith, by contrast, has angled to a splashdown in the lake where Khavoth had landed; he doesn't seem to be harboring a grudge against the much-older brown, at least, though Nik's going to have a time of it renewing those straps. N'klas, a few strides behind T'gar, snags two cups but, instead of sharing, seems intent on drinking from both once he's thrown himself down at his friend's table. "Bleah," comes with a grimace that probably isn't for the drink. Settling down, T'gar starts drinking from the pitcher as N'klas sits. "Damn dragons," is his greeting when he finally sets the pitcher down. "They love putting a crick in any plans. How Khajith taking it?" Taking losing, that is, as he eyes the contents in N'klas's cup. "Queasy," Nik grumbles, and drowns the thought with a swallow of questionable helpfulness. "Way down in my stomach, like we're gonna barf any minute now." As an afterthought, "You're safe." Maybe it's the angle. After-afterthought, "How 'bout yours?" "I'm not worried," Rat says on being safe, slumping down in his seat, slower to drink now. "This is not my first, but...everytime he loses, it feels like that first one. He's sulking." Which, if N'klas was used to any of Asaroth's stony antics by now, this was nothing new. "Or brooding. I can never tell and I live with him. You'll be alright? It's better getting a girl than drinking all day." There's a little humor here. The roll of Nik's eyes confirms that he hasn't forgotten. "I'm going to go with sulking," he says with a smirk, one that fades at the mention of girls before he makes it buoyant again. Or, perhaps, before that sidelong glance at a cluster of girls across the way does. "Yeah, yeah, it'll be okay. It happens," they're men of the world. "Both," T'gar suggests on his dragon brooding and sulking. "He acts like all the other few times he's chased hadn't happened at all. As if his world has ended. There'll be other greens. Maybe even a queen or two." Leaning back with the pitcher, "Part of me misses the simple joys of weyrlinghood and not having them so interested," he notes before drinking. 'Both,' N'klas will drink to that, and chase it with a nod to the queen thing, why not. "Yeah. Stupid memories. They'll remember when it suits them, take it out of our heads, but when we want them to... Shells, if they'd only win more, it wouldn't be so bad." Or win at all, Khajith. Shaking his head, "I don't want him winning all the time," T'gar actually admits a bit sourly. "I rather he kept his hunting to a minimum. Don't like being under his influence. Do you like losing control to Khajith?" He takes a drink. "Plus, this losing feeling sucks." "What's wrong with winning?" Nik asks a little owlishly, influence or no influence. "I dunno that it's losing control... we just go after it all, see. It's, yeah, it's the losing thing that sucks," and sucks a couple things that he lists in lurid detail. "It's great in general," Rat says about winning, though one can almost hear that 'But'. "I like choosing who I share my bed with. Don't have that choice if you win. Not that Lys isn't desirable," he admits, a touch wry. "But, it's not like she'll be pleased to end up in bed with someone she doesn't want. Anyway." He downs more of his pitcher as he looks around them. "How're you liking rider life? I don't get to see you much anymore since we were weyrlings." "Yeah..." N'klas looks briefly reflective, but in the end goes along with that 'anyway.' "Yeah, we should meet not just like this! It's pretty great. Alpine really works you, but it's not stupid stuff, you know?" Except if someone like Nik, say, should happen to do stupid things. As for meeting up, "You want to go fishing?" "Yeah, mating flights isn't exactly a great place to catch up," Rat agrees, amused with a snort. "I can see Alpine working for you. I could see you in Taiga with me, too. Fishing?" He considers that - considers him - before he nods a few times and raises the pitcher towards N'klas as an offer to refill both of his claimed cups. "Fishing," he agrees, seeming pleased. "Maybe down south?" "Yeah, if it weren't for you-know-who," but N'klas seems pretty comfortable with that, even cheerful. He smirks, pleased, as T'gar goes for both cups, though he nods for enough before they're both full. "Yeah, I know a couple places. Got a rod you like or want me to grab an extra?" precedes his listing off a few times that could work, if his post-flight-loss/post-alcohol-ingestion memory is to be believed. "Grab an extra," Rat answers as he pours. "Unless we're grabbing some girls, we've got a whole pitcher to go through right now. And, you-know-who's not so bad, you know. Do you fish a lot?" Because, talking of fishing is so much easier than the difficult talk of flights. Nik scrunches his nose up some, confused, but then abruptly lets it go and laughs. "For a minute, thought you were gonna invite them there--" instead of the here and now. "Yeah, some. Different places, different water. Mapping them out some, you know, like Pia," and that leads to asking if T'gar's seen their not-quite-clutchmate lately, and then the other ones, and whatever it takes to last through the pitcher disposal and the rest of a convivial evening. |
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