Logs:Damned Damaging Distractions
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| RL Date: 25 August, 2015 |
| Who: Alida |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: A run for alcohol turns into a something else entirely. |
| Where: Monaco area |
| When: Day 21, Month 8, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Partly-sunny, warm, humid. |
| Mentions: Edyis/Mentions |
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| Done with their deliveries of spiced rum in exchange for berry and cinnamon-flavored vodkas (plus a half mark on the side for extra-early and safe delivery), 'Lidia' and Ilicaeth found themselves unwinding in their own fashions before heading home: the 'dirty' blonde with the trader's clothing and manner sipping some of a little Monacoan bar's house pale ale, while the blue dragon lazed in warm oceanic waters a couple miles away. 'Lidia's' trips South were definitely less hectic, now that Edyis had taken up most of the reins of the rum side of the business, again. Thoughts of the brownrider instantly brought to mind how the bluie had to miss the weyrlings' graduation and any potential celebration due to her still full schedule, but Alida was still savvy enough to have secured a decent present for her former 'student' and current friend...which was another reason she'd headed South this early. It was just as she was finishing up her second beer that what had been a grumbly, though restrained lovers quarrel between what looked like some random holder man and a barmaid became more heated. Within seconds, empty glasses and tankards, mugs were flying from female hands toward a particular male head, and the hissed words once shared only between the duo now singed the air, punctuated by shouts and yelling, cussing and threats. She'd seen enough of such things before to try and stay out of it - Alida wanting nothing of such domestic violence, wherenot only was most everyone inebriated to some degree, but both fractious parties were equally to blame and just as likely to turn on interfering folk as each other - until she attempted to leave. Fast footwork kept her out of the path of flying 'missiles' and other people also quickly departing, but it didn't save the bluerider from slipping on spilled beer, falling to the wooden floor...and thusly being embroiled in the fiasco by a small group of friends of the spatting pair who felt they had to get involved. By the time the cussing, yelling, punching, and glass-hurling were done, everybody directly involved - including 'Lidia' - was sporting various cuts and bruises, though the 'trader' was the only one to finally be allowed to freely depart after the local minor hold's guard had detained and questioned them all. For once, she was honestly just an innocent bystander who had had to defend herself. At the very back of the respectable bar - now an utter mess - one of those other innocent bystanders that was formerly drinking peacefully retook his seat after returning inside, his dark gaze having silently watched the whole fight evolve... his testimony apparently sound enough to help send all six rowdies to jail for a few nights. The non-descript man found himself playing back the whole fight in his head, and thinking how very, *very* competent the dirty-blonde-haired trader woman was in a scrap... how she'd managed to hold off two much bigger, and 'street-wise' men without earning herself more than a passingly-bruised eye and likely some bruised skin on her arms, where one of the lugs had foolishly grabbed her. Traders were usually a very hardy breed, true, but the way Lydia handled herself and others... After passing over the proper coin for his final drink to the extremely unhappy bar owner, the quiet man walked at his own pace back towards the small holding he called home, and payed a visit to a particular one of the guards who'd not been present to take the group of rowdies into custody. Bertis was always on the lookout for anything outstanding or odd in his patrol area, and he payed his informants decently...and he sent the quiet man on his way with a sweet eighth-mark in his purse. The second day after the brawl, Bertis found some half-decent reason to make the 60 mile ride inland to Broad Leaves Hold, where not only were drinks and a fine dinner shared between himself and the Holder's heir, but also all the humorous, dutiful, and 'interesting' stories Bertis had been collecting over the past few months...including the bar fight. The next morning saw Bertis departing back towards home, his own purse a quarter-mark heavier, his belly full of excellent wine and food, and his spirits refreshed. Even his runner looked somehow sassier for the overnight stay, though the poor beast was half-crazed until they were well-gone from the scent of whers all around. Inside his personal apartment, away from all prying eyes, hold Heir Kelvar mulled over many things in his mind, wrote in his journal...and made one of many decisions that needed to be taken care of that night: the discreet and covert 'investigation' of nimble and hearty Trader Lidia. |
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Squishy (23:16, 25 August 2015 (PDT)) said...
~dramatic sting plays~
I feel that the future is about to get markedly more dangerous and potentially interesting.
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