Logs:Beer, Babes and Bones
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| RL Date: 12 January, 2014 |
| Who: Barnabas, D'kan |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Just two guys, chatting on the patio with their respective drinks in hand. Or on the floor. Maybe. |
| Where: Garden Patio Ledge, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 14, Month 10, Turn 33 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: A lovely, cloudless day turns distinctly chilly after dark. |
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D'kan has been up in that clear autumn wind too much today to be overly bothered by the evening's chill, though he does wear his riding jacket. He also flags down one of the Snowasis servers as soon as he comes up the steps to the patio. Because liquor helps. He starts to take a seat at the table next to that pile of fur, but Bones' words stop him short, and he laughs. "That does sound nice, but I don't think saying it will make it true." Spoil sport. "You don't think eh? Well damn. Here I thought I was bein' productive. Good thing there's fuckin' brainiacs like you to set me straight, or I'd be lost." Grumpy, though judging from the sound he makes after his next sip of klah, quickly improving. "Just tryin' to get myself used to the damn cold. It occurs to me I been here way too long to still be such a 'lil girl about it. If you don't got the tits and you ain't a beach, yer welcome to shut yer mouth." "I work very hard at keeping both tits and beaches at bay," D'kan drawls in return. He's then distracted as the server comes over. "Oy. Bones. Split a pitcher?" he asks, making the server wait. In this delightfully chilly autumn weather, with its lack of beaches, babes and so far, booze. Finally turning from his almost pensive stance looking out over the edge, Bones sizes up D'kan with an arched eyebrow almost hidden underneath his messy bangs. "It ain't never come up before?" He sits at the table with a heavy thumping sound, partially created by the weight of his coat at the floor, and partially just because of how heavily he sets himself in the seat. "I don't drink. Unless maybe you already knew that shit and you're just tryin' to get me to go halvsies on your personal blackout, eh?" He shoots out a smirk and a playful punch to D'kan's arm. "Fair enough," D'kan replies before requesting a pint of ale for himself. He turns back to Bones after the server heads back into the tavern. "It's still good manners to ask, right?" he adds with a crooked grin as he leans back in the chair and glances out at the bowl. He stretches out his legs and leans back, content for a while to let silence reign. Eventually, though, he glances at Bones again and says, "So. How does your garden grow? Or are you tired of that line?" Bones is nothing but stillness and klah slurping, content with the quiet. Judging by the small contented smile on his face, there still might be sandy beach cleavage on his mind. "... What?" The question shakes him from his daydreams, but he doesn't quite get the expression. "Y'mean... oh, yeah. The plants ain't dead. Heh, I ain't actually heard that one before. What about you eh? What's up with uhh... dragons." Clearly not so versed on what dragonriders do all day. D'kan gives Bones a slightly slanted, amused smile. "Not dead is good," he replies, turning away for a moment as the server brings his requested ale. A moment later, he glances at the other guy again. "Oh, just keeping busy, mostly. Kazavoth and I have our little side business, which ... pretty much just consists of hauling heavy things. Almost like what I did on 'Reaches docks, in a way, just... with a dragon instead of ships." He sips his ale, mulls over the taste for a moment, then leans back in his chair with the pint balanced on his knee. "Keeping out of trouble. Which I can't say for everyone around here." "I'll take a ship. Ship can't hear your thoughts. Or eat you. Or eat somebody else. Or get into your thoughts and make YOU eat someone else." Bones brings the klah to his lips to take another sip, only to find that there's none left. Quickly realizing this, he tries to flag down the server before they disappear back inside, but fails. "Yo miss! Miss?!" He slumps at seeing them slip back inside without having caught them. "I missed. Hehe, get it?" Even with his shoulders lowered, he smiles at at his own joke. "Because I said it a few times so it's like, past tense of miss, but then also... nah, nevermind, you got it. S'just more clever than my usual jokes, ha!" He sets his mug to the table and idly spins it in place with a flick of his finger on the handle, it briefly spinning like a top before settling back. "And whaddya mean can't say that for everyone. You got some juicy dragon gossip you holdin' on to?" D'kan snorts out a quiet laugh. Yeah, he got it, and he lifts his glass toward Bones in appreciation before taking a long pull of the ale. "Not all that juicy, no," he answers while watching the spinning mug. "Just--." He cuts himself off, though, and glances toward the bowl again. "Disappointing." After another drink of ale, he sets his glass on the table and turns back to Bones. "I know I should know better by now. Been at the Weyr a few Turns now and all that. But growing up at the Hold, there were always those people who were so into the rider stories. Big damn heroes, and all that bull. And the bronze riders. Yeah, they're just the shit, right?" He snorts again, though this time it's not a laugh. "Some mornings I wake up, and I'm pleased as punch that Kaz's hide is brown, because that means I won't get lumped into the sorriest bronzeriding group on the sharding planet." Bones puts on big face of mock shock at D'kan's words of criticism, even going so far as to put one big calloused hand on his chest as if he were about to have a fainting spell. "Well I'll have you know that I kinda sorta knew a bronzerider this one time, so I'm deeply offended." He chuckles to himself, dropping the charade as soon as the words are out of him. Both hands go to his mug again, setting its rim at an angle and then flicking it once again to see how long he can make it spin without slipping off the edge. His tongue briefly snakes its way out of his mouth as he concentrates, but the conversation is kept moving. "No offense to your dragon there, but I don't see what the big deal is. Met plenty of pricks with dragons, and just as many good people without. Far as I can tell, them hatchlings just go googley eyed over the first fucker that smells right." The cup spins steadily for a time before finding a path straight off the edge of the table, and Bones catches it before it plummets too far. He's almost immediately right back to setting up the next spin. "And then on top of that, the color matters? Pfft, whatever." "No offense taken," D'kan replies with a shrug, "'cause that's exactly what I'm saying. It's all just this weird romanticized crap." He turns his pint glass on the table a couple times, watching the liquid's slow slosh. "It just bugs me. Still." He scowls at the table, then lifts the ale for another long drink before he turns back to Bones. "Anyway... nothing came of it. This time." Another drink, then the pint glass is returned to the table. "Anything new around here? Kaz and I spend more time out of the Weyr than in lately. No idea what's going on anymore." "No idea is exactly how much idea I like having." The next spin of the cup sends it teetering off the edge, only this time Bones' attempt to catch it goes wrong. It slips from his fingers and hits the stone below with a quiet but familiar sounding crash. Bones is left staring down at the pieces of his mug for a few seconds before putting both of his hands flat to the table and looking directly at D'kan. "See. How did that mug just break? I have no-" He pauses to shuffle his boot under the table, kicking the pieces up underneath it and mostly out of sight. "No idea! And because I have no idea how it broke, nobody can blame me for breakin' it, right?" "Right," D'kan is happy to agree. And when one of the servers comes out of the tavern, possibly drawn by that crash, D'kan simply smiles up at her, then goes back to sipping his ale. Well... "sipping" isn't quite accurate, since it's quickly disappearing. "I think my friend here was wanting klah," the brownrider drawls quietly, his focus all too innocently on the far wall of the bowl. A big smile is put on for the server, fingers idly tapping across the surface of the table. "I uhh... I broke a mug. It's under the table." There's the usual bit of banter from the server, along with the usual face of annoyance that is only about seventy percent hidden. It's quite alright, happens all the time, blah blah blah, I'll be back with your new mug of klah. When she slips away, Bones turns back to D'kan, fingers still tapping. "What? I woulda felt bad. I ain't got everything figured out, okay? Get off my back, dock dick." Another grin forms. "C'mon, I'll get you pitcher number two if you cover the klah. Deal?" D'kan tosses back the last of his beer and gets to his feet while clapping Bones on the shoulder. "Another time. I'd be happy to cover the klah, though." He glances back toward the tavern, waiting for the server to reappear with the new mug before he announces, "I'm covering this furry bum's tab. You know I'm good for it." He gives her a wink, then grins at Bones. "If Kazavoth and I didn't need to be in Crom first thing tomorrow, I'd take you up on that pitcher. Maybe next time." He leaves it at that, heading down to the bowl to meet his lifemate. |
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Comments on "Logs:Beer, Babes and Bones"Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Mon, 13 Jan 2014 06:36:28 GMT.
Aaaaah~ I was smiling right from the start and it kept up the whole way through. I love Bones. I love D'kan. And I especially love that they can just be (gross) guys together.
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