Logs:Homecoming Surprise
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| RL Date: 4 August, 2015 |
| Who: L'sha, Everett, Serin |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: L'sha meets Everett and Serin in the Snowasis. L'sha has a homecoming present for Serin |
| Where: HRW :Snowasis |
| When: Day 13, Month 6, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
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| Early in the evening, and being summer, early enough that it's still sunlight out. Everett and Serin are at the bar. Which is to say, actually, Serin is at the bar, and Everett is behind it, in the manner of a man who is working, although it must be said it isn't yet busy enough for him to be doing too much rushing. He's just having a conversation with his fair-haired customer, all friendly smiles. "I always wanted to not work in a mine," he says in response to a question. "Working in a bar just happens to be something I'm not bad at... and it fits my preferred sleep schedule better than most of the alternatives." "I didn't mean anything by it. Nothing wrong with working at a bar, I'm sure you get to see people at their most.. interesting. You must have some good stories some days." Serin says, keeping his hand wrapped around the glass which is half full of amber liquid. He's leaning a little on the bar, but not because he's drunk - simply because it's comfortable. "And that it works with your sleep schedule is great, too. I found being up nights wasn't really much for me." He admits, shifting on the stool again to find another comfortable position. L'sha drifts into the Snowasis and towards the bar, humming under his breath. He seems to be a regular here, as a few patrons call out to him. He returns their greetings with grins and waves, then notices a couple of people he doesn't recognize at the bar. He finds an open space near them and occupies it. He presents Everett with a cheerful grin. "Hi there! You must be new here, since I know all the other bartenders." The grin turns a bit sheepish. "Uh, I'm in here kind of a lot. I'm L'sha, green Rillaeth's." "Morning person? I commend you. Not something I can manage. It's a success as far as I'm concerned if I can get to sleep before sun-up." Everett is just being casually sociable, but that doesn't mean he's going to shirk his duties, so it's an effortless shift in attention from Serin to L'sha when the greenrider comes up to the bar: "I am indeed just getting started--good to meet you, L'sha. I'm Everett. What can I get you? Beer, wine, liquor, something fruity? I'm as versatile as anybody else here, I hope, but if you know the selection better than me, well, you might need a bit of patience if I have to root around to find it." Perhaps L'sha isn't a celebrity, but there is enough notice to draw Serin's gaze to him and once it's there he just watches the rider come to the bar with a quizzical look on his face. "That's.. interesting colors." He comments when perhaps he likely shouldn't, and notes the name given. Returning his attention to Everett to shake his head. "Not really that either, and as a Starsmith I've had to do some long nights too. I enjoy my sleep a lot." He muses, taking another drink from his own glass as the rider chooses something for himself. L'sha leans an elbow on the bar. "Well, I have a regular drink, but you might not know it yet. Tell you what, make something fruity, surprise me." He turns to Serin to say something, but hesitates briefly when he meets the other man's eyes. "Uh, well, thank you!" He turns a bit left and right, showing off his jacket. "My dragon picked them out, you know. She has a great eye for color. Sorry, didn't catch your name?" There's a quick laugh. "No, unlike your dragon, I'm not up to reading your mind... and whatever you might think, I don't see any book back here with everybody's usual written in it. Maybe they're hiding it from me, but I'm having to learn as I go," says Everett. "But if you aren't picky, I can figure something out for a nice summer night." Say, lime, mint, rum, surely those things are hanging around here at this time of year. Green beverage for the greenrider. "Starsmith. Well, now, that would have been a good job for a night person, too, but I'm afraid I was never much good at sums." "You let your dragon dress you?" Serin asks L'sha incredulously, though the tone tapers off and he seems to somehow come to some unspoken understanding. "Well, I guess she wants you to be noticed." He says with a quick smile and a wink before answering, "Serin." and taking a drink from his cider that just about polishes it off. "I -love- math, not so much the looking into the sky stuff. I mean, I'm alright at it and can point out things, and it makes for a great if overused pick up line. Math isn't nearly as enticing." He admits, but shrugs, "I have a little more freedom with my schedule because of it though." L'sha waves a hand at Everett. "Don't worry about it, one of the other guys can show you how to make it. I'm sure anything you make will be good." He watches Everett start to mix the ingredients with a look of approval. He turns back to Serin with a smirk. "Well, she doesn't actually dress me, she just helped pick out the colors. I didn't do it to get noticed, really, but sometimes the attention is nice. Pleased to meet you, Serin." He returns the wink. "Math, huh? Never had much use for it beyond the basics, but I imagine it's useful in the Starcraft. Rillaeth just loves looking at the stars." Talk about your dragon much, L'sha? "If you told me what it was," Everett points out, drily, "that would be a very good start." But once he's passed over the cocktail, he's got another order to take, which distracts his attention for a few moments. More pouring, more mixing, this time less muddling but more shaking. Once that's attended to, he offers to Serin, "A free schedule is enticing enough for most around here, seems like. Last night, got hit on by two different women old enough to be my mother, was never so happy to have to work." "I'm not completely daft, I know a dragon can't dress a person." Serin says with a snicker, shaking his head. Glancing at L'sha from the corner of his eye, he finishes off his drink and nudges it away. "Well, we know Rillaeth likes colourful things, and that she likes stars, but what do you like? Or are you secretly Rillaeth in disguise?" He asks, turning more towards L'sha to make a show of looking over him to see if he /could/ be a dragon in disguise, though the laugh afterwards shows that he isn't serious. "Ah.. I don't.. Well, nobody really hits on me when I'm doing math, so I guess I'm lucky that way? I'm sure you can get out of awkward positions like that even without work. Just have to have some good lies lined up." He says with a hint of amusement to Everett, and then asks, "Were they attractive at all? Oh, and can I get a refill?" L'sha says, "It's kinda embarrassing. The name of the drink, that is. It's huge and blue with lots of fruit and an umbrella in it." He smirks at Everett. "Welcome to the Weyr. Expect a lot more of that. Being hit on, that is." He grins at Serin. "Do I look green to you? See any wings? What do I like?" He shrugs. "I'm not too interesting, really. Flying, that's my favorite thing, I guess. What else? Hmmm. Well, I do like blue eyes and long, blonde hair." He looks directly at Serin as he says that last, one eyebrow lifting up slightly. "Ah, one of those sorts of drinks." It's an indulgent sort of smile, but Everett does not press for more details; he's absolved of serving now until someone finishes something, right? "I'd like to think I'm a slightly better person than you seem to think I am, Serin," but there's amusement more than indignance. "Not bad-looking, but I'd need to be drunker than I can get while working to think it seemed like a good idea." On that note, however, the last bit of L'sha's statement sinks in, and he busies himself with attending to another customer even before that customer's actually made up his mind. Serin can't help but shrug a little at Everett, "Maybe you're a better person than I am, even." He admits, as he /does/ tend to have lies lined up ready for use when he feels he needs them. "Ah well, too bad on that. I'm sure you'll get more appropriate interest that you won't have to drown yourself in alcohol to be happy with." He offers, though again, nudges his glass towards Everett before he wanders too far. Hint hint. L'sha gets a shake of his head, no wings, no green, no dragon in front of him. "Now I'm curious about the name of this drink. Surely they named it so it could be said in the bar." He presses, and rolls his eyes a little at the last statement with a smirk. "Oh, do you? Perhaps I should set you up with my mother?" He chides with a sly smile, well, the topic of women who could be mothers /was/ recent. L'sha's mouth twists and his eyebrows furrow incredulously at Serin's response. "Uh, no thanks." He switches topics back to drinks. "Well, I usually don't have to say it, I just show up and ask for my usual." He sighs and rolls his eyes. "You're gonna make me say it, aren't you? Well, it's, uh, *mumble mumble*." He trails off a bit, the last part inaudible over the din of the bar. "Yet," Everett observes, "at some point you had to order it, out loud, enough times for it to become your usual." A pause. "And loud enough for someone in my position to hear you. Anyway, I think he was talking about me, but the answer is still a no-thanks. I think I'm supposed to kid about sleeping with your mother, you're not supposed to offer, isn't that how it usually goes?" But he has gotten the hint and goes to refill Serin's cider, once he's finished with the other customer. Serin blinks at L'sha's reaction, pushing himself to his feet to encroach on the rider's personal space and rest an arm on the greenrider's shoulder. "I was talking to L'sha." He answers, and then leans closer to mutter though still able to be overheard, "If you give up /that/ easily, I'll be disappointed." Though he snickers a little at Everett, "Hey, it could have been my mother who propositioned you the other night for all I know. She isn't exactly the most.. ah.. chaste. My brothers and I all have different fathers, and nobody knows who mine was." Really a child of the weyr, it seems, though once the drink is poured he's reaching to pull it closer. L'sha sighs again, a bit louder this time. "Oh, all right. It's the 'Sassy Bluerider.' There, happy now? The personal space invasion makes L'sha blink as well, but he allows it, and grins slyly at what Serin mutters. "Did I seem like I was giving up? You just threw me off a bit for a moment." He inches a bit closer to Serin. "Hmm, sounds like the upbringing of most of the other weyrbrats I know." At some point during this exchange, Everett does a bit of an eye roll. "A Sassy Bluerider? That's it? I don't know it, but I was expecting worse. Well, next time you come in, I'll have gotten someone to show me." Professional, of course, not remarking on the proximity of the two. Just: "Ah, well. Never did see any reason why Holders insist on treating that sort of thing like it's unnatural. But. If you'll excuse me-- we're picking up a bit, and I'm supposed to have someone else coming in soon, but in the meantime I don't think anybody's really going to be of a mind to wait." Work is indeed a magical excuse. Serin can't help but laugh at the name of the drink. "Here I was expecting the Blueball or something, perfect for after lost flights." Yeah, he really should install that brain to mouth filter sometime, but that day isn't today. He shrugs a little, picking his drink off the counter to drink some before setting it back down. He's removed his hand from L'sha's shoulder, but is still standing next to him. "People fear what they don't know, or aren't used to or.. well, whatever. Don't work too hard, Everett, and be careful of older blonde women hitting on you." He chides, and nudges L'sha a little. "I am a weyrbrat through and through, even if I've been away for a while." L'sha pulls his eyes away from Serin's for a moment to grin at Everett. "Thanks, you're a sweetie. Nice meeting you!" He smirks at Serin. "I never lose a flight, honey. That's one of the great things about being a greenrider." He chuckles. "Well, welcome back, Serin. Maybe I can give you a homecoming present?" Though the evening, as the daylight finally starts to wane, is starting to get too busy to allow Everett a proper response, there, he does at least raise a hand by way of acknowledging Serin's advice. Older blonde women: Check. Hopefully it won't actually come to his interrogating anybody about the identities of their children, but at this rate, he's not going to have enough down time tonight to actually have to think about it. "Great things about being a greenrider, huh. I think the riders of male dragons don't have it so bad either. I mean, they /do/, but.. sometimes they win more than a green will rise." Serin says, turning so his back is against the bar and giving his full attention to L'sha even though he still has his glass grasped in his hand. "Depends on what sort of homewarming present you're offering. Going to give me a hint?" He asks, blue eyes sparkling as he smirks, but it doesn't look like he's quite drunk yet. L'sha nods. "Not if they win one of my flights, they don't." He moves to face Serin. "That would spoil the surprise! But I can tell you that you'll have to come up to my weyr to see it." He finally gets around to tasting the drink Everett made for him, with the rum, lime and mint. "Hmm, that's not bad." "Has Rillaeth risen much? I mean, you don't look so old, she can't be very.. can she? You're not still a weyrling are you?" Serin asks, finishing off his drink to leave the empty glass on the top of the bar. So full of questions, he is, though he grins when L'sha tastes the drink that was made for him. "I guess you should finish that off first, wouldn't want him to think you didn't like it." He is mindful for the poor new bartender, who might be put off if the drink was left with the majority untouched. Propping his elbows on the bar to relax against it, he considers. "Your weyr, hmm. It would keep me out of the clutches of my mother for a while longer.." L'sha chuckles. "Oh, no, we graduated four turns ago. She's risen about...fifteen times now? Give or take." He takes a larger swig of the drink. "Well, I think I can offer something more than just a refuge from your mother. C'mon, it'll be fun!" "No hints, though?" Serin asks, glancing around the bar to make sure none of his family has snuck in, but so far it seems safe still. So far, so good. "How high up is your weyr?" He wonders, could he have a fear of heights? Hard to tell, as his voice doesn't really waver when he asks. "I'll give you a chance." He says with a grin, tapping at that glass L'sha's holding. "Drink up so we can go." L'sha shakes his head. "Surprise, remember?" He glances up at the ceiling for a moment. "It's about halfway up the wall, about ten lengths. Not too high." He grins and drains the rest of the drink in one gulp, then sets the empty glass on the bar with a half-mark. "Let's go, then!" "Alright." Serin assents, pushing himself away from the bar to take a few steps towards the door. "It better be a /good/ surprise." He has decided since it must be secret, that it also has to be good. He spins a little to dart towards the door, holding it open for L'sha. |
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