==== December 9th, 2013
==== K'vvan, W'rin, Atzi, Kyara, Ralina, Sadaiya, O'ell, Sienna, Lyllian, S'kyre Ralina

==== Riders converge on the Dustbowl to celebrate the safe return of two of their own.

Who K'vvan, W'rin, Atzi, Kyara, Ralina,Sadaiya, O'ell, Sienna, Lyllian, S'kyre
What Riders converge on the Dustbowl to celebrate the safe return of two of their own.
When There are 0 turns, 6 months and 6 days until the 12th pass.
Where Igen Weyr

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Dustbowl Cantina
To enter the Dustbowl Cantina is to descend: the heart of the ancient tavern lies half underground, at the foot of ancient steps, insulated from summer heat and winter cold by the volcanic rock surrounding it. A windowless place well-lit by glows, it is homey, even cozy, with a certain bijou charm - but for the deep gouges worn in wooden table and solid stone, some clearly lingering evidence of boisterous brawling. The wall behind the well-polished bar, though, remains free from scars or graffiti, as does the door into the small kitchen, and the stairwell up into the owner's quarters: the barkeep and his staff reign, and they guard their territory well. After all, only a fool angers the source of the booze.
It is the twenty-fourth day of Summer and 85 degrees. A strong, dry wind blows across the desert that raises and carries along a massive cloud of sand that obscures Rukbat and drowns Igen in darkness. Visibility is reduced to nothing as sand pelts the weyr. Torrents of sandy wind lashes exposed skin, and grits in the eyes and nose of anything that dares to brave the elements.


K'vvan is quite literally spitting sand when he strumbles through the doorway into the Cantina. The doorway behind him slams shut with the force of the wind helping it along while cascades of sand pour from his shoulders. He mutters under his breath as he stomps towards the bar, something about W'rin, and insanity all mixed together with dozens of swear words of various intensity.

Was someone speaking about him? W'rin comes twirling into the Cantina, okay not quite twirling but in a very sort of Gaston way bursts into the bar. "Drinks on me!" Good thing it isn't too crowded. The weyrleader is smiling, a big toothy unnatural grin. The kind of glee that comes from almost losing something, but then it not being dead, just sleeping with a stab wound in the infirmary. "You!" A finger is jabbed at K'vvan from across the room, there's no escape. "What'll it be?"

"HEY! You stomp in place right there, Rider. Don't trail that mess all over my bar." Atzi's face is firm, long chin, tilted up. The door slams open again, another skirl of dust and wind, "And you! You- …Weyrleader. Sir. Welcome." She goggles a bit and looks to the surly greenrider, dusting her bartop. Well?

Comparatively, Kyara's entrance into the Cantina is markedly more subdued. Chalk it up to flying around in the bloody sandstorm K'vvan is likely grumbling about with bruised ribs (as the Healers ruled) and some scrapes. Oh, and the now nicely-coloring bruise that's finally found its full size across her right cheek - now fully revealed as she yanks down her scarf and glances around. All cause for wanting a drink, to be sure. Although W'rin seems to be in an incongruously good mood, which has her stopping and blinking for a moment before she takes a few more steps in. At least she can gather that Sienna must be doing alright from that, which reminds her… A listen to the storm blowing outside stops her turning. Drink first. Maybe it'll die down enough by the time she's done for her to sprint over to the infirmary to see for herself.

K'vvan's only response to Atzi is a rather rude gesture of go away woman before he's scowling at W'rin. "The wind out there is hell. And now I'm filthy," anyone else ever notice that K'vvan's usually imaculate? "and Nadeeth has decided that I get to stay down here while she nursemaids Kehemath." Yes W'rin, this is all your fault.

Close on the heels of the pirouetting Weyrleader is a short, rounded figure with her face and shoulders obscured by the Pernese equivalent of a niqab. Her entrance lacks the fanfare of W'rin's, but it's hard to make an entrance like he does. Not hard to deduce who it is, though, especially when Sadaiya removes the garment, carefully tapping it out over the doormat and hanging it on a hook as the doors slam behind her. Her shoes are removed as well and also shaken out in a politely tidy way. Skirts next. Finally, she's done, huffing out a sigh that bulges her cheeks and makes her way barward. "You should try getting one of those face-veils. They're fairly unisex and it keeps your hair tidy and the sand out of your mouth. So, what has HIM so cheerful do you suppose?" W'rin does get a grin, even if the weyrwoman speaks as if he's not there. "I'm half expecting there to be instrumentalists hiding around here and for him to burst into song."

A blast of sand and wind follows Ralina into the Cantina and very nearly knocks her down. Such a grand entrance no? Quickly she slams the door shut behind her. Turning into the room, she runs her fingers through her hair on her way toward the bar. No doubt pelting everyone nearby with a nice dusting of sand. Share the wealth and all that. Getting Igifoth out in this mess is difficult enough when required. When the requirements end her blue tends to hide somewhere out of the scouring winds. Ralina isn't sure she'll have a ride home later. All she's sure of at the moment is that she's very much parched.

W'rin certainly has never noticed K'vvan's grooming habits, and a bit of sand is no reason for a bartender to be up in arms. Especially at Igen. During the summer. His riding veil unhooked to expose his face from the nose down, previously covered. Smashing a hand of commardarie down on the bar, and pointing at this particular tender who just happened to notice who she was dealing with - he takes a moment to uncover his knot from the sand it buried under - "Barkeep! Whiskeys for my friends." That's right, he's spotted those that intereted behind them, and since K'vvan didn't choose everyone has to drink a liquid that will eat through their intestines linings. Yes, it's all K'vvan's fault. "That senior weyrling too." Why not include the whole bunch. "K'vvan, come now. Everyone lived…except for that one guy, but that's really for the better isn't it? Didn't put a struggle up on the way back." Snorted laughter.

AND a goldrider?! Atzi barely registers K'vvan's rude dismissal. Atzi has been away. At a place not benighted by sand. As much as Igen is home… this… the sand in EVERYTHING… this she didn't miss. Running throught the stores in her head she makes some calculations. The greenrider isn't being forthcoming, so Atzi shifts her attention to W'rin, awaiting the decree on what 'a round for everyone' would entail. She lifts a shot glass, tumbler, nods at a pint. At his call for whiskey she sets up a line of glasses and makes a just-on-the-generous-side pour for each. She gestures at the drinks with a wave and noting the count on a tab behind the counter. Water follows, for anyone who wants to snag it. She grabs a broom and starts making inroads on the sand and grit. Again.

After hearing the bartender's scold, Kyara halts and backs up a little, taking care not to run into anyone as she pulls off her jacket and brushes sand from wherever she can reach without getting it everywhere. "Won't be me playing for him," the instrumentalist of a greenrider asides to Sadaiya on the heels of a sketched salute, cracking a smirk. She glances past the weyrwoman to the blueriding weyrling with a smile and a nod of greeting, and then she heads forward again, jacket tucked under her arm as she draws near W'rin at the bar and salutes him as well.

"I want one of those." K'vvan points to the riding veil that W'rin unties. He'll give up the point for now about the whole everyone-lived thing, because well, they did. But that doesn't mean he has to be happy about it! One of those wiskeys is grabed and K'vvan downs it. Someone should remind him that he doesn't do well when drunk, before he gets there.


Both of Sadaiya's eyebrows raise and, daintily, she straddles a barstool. Well, as daintily as someone can manage that. "There are plenty in the stores, K'vvan. You can even get one that matches your leathers! Or a full-head dealie like mine." Which also matches her outfit, but when is she NOT on point? "Oooh, gimme one of those glasses. I have no idea what's in them, so it'll be like a surprise party in my tummy."

"How long have you been an Igen rider without one?" W'rin boggles for a moment at K'vvan. "Faranth's tits, man. You'll end up with that stuff in the lungs the guys that dig out the mines get." Think I have the black lung, pops. Cough. "I'll make sure ya' get one. A spare until we can have you fitted properly." Atzi's disappearance draws a frown, only to spot her again sweeping. "Ma'am. Barkeep. This is a celebration. I meant you too." And it doesn't sound like a request. No an order given with a slightly cocked and unpracticed grin. "Kyara, Kyara." Okay, maybe the man pre-gamed some, read a lot. "No playing tonight, only drinking - it'll take the edge off some of the bruises." The sheer fact she didn't sleep the entire day seems impressive after her excersion and then a long night of discussion with the weyrleader. "Junior Weyrwoman, your drink." The man says, scooping it off the counter and passing it to the goldrider.

Ralina attempts to avoid the more boisterous bunch in an effort not to have liquor dumped all over her. But she can't help the draw of whiskey. And free whiskey at that! From the Weyrleader no less. Yes please!! She'll be having a shot of that. Life is good even with sand in the eyes when one has a belly full of burning. This flying in the sandstorm business is for the insane. But Rali's trying to get the hang of it. And not fairing half badly if she must say so herself. She only lost her appointed 'keeper' once this trip. That's improvement. Peeling off her jacket and flipping it over one arm, she leans in and snags one of the glasses of liquor.

"… f*king Q'fex." K'vvan mutters under his breath as he reaches out to grab another one of those drinks off of the countertop. Drink-up K'vvan, there's probably someone else in this room you can gripe about soon enough.

Sweeping will simply have to wait. Atzi nods gratefully at Sadaiya and Kyara for their attentions to cleanliness. Returning to the bar, Atzi keeps the drinks flowing, for each soldier that falls, Atzi sends another forward. She is the Russia of shots. Oh, and one for her too. She dimples the expected 'thank you' to the Weyrleader for including her and pours a falling-short-of-generous-pour for herself and raises the glass to W'rin. "What are we celebrating, Weyrleader?"

K'vvan mutters, "He may … celebrating. The … … … … … … … proper when we … … to … … a …" to himself.

Maybe Kyara didn't think she could get away with sleeping all day, even after all that? "Exactly my thinking, sir," the greenrider says of the alcohol, her smile lopsided (away from the bruising) as she slides onto a barstool as well. Somehow, some more sand has found its way to her lips, and she swipes it away, spitting a little as she eyes the shot headed her way. No sand in the whiskey, thank you very much! Cleared of that danger, she tosses it back and gives a small sigh of satisfaction. Not that she's stopping there.


"A-thank you, Weyrleader sir," Sadaiya replies, giving a little seated bow as she takes her drink in hand and sips carefully. "Ooh. Ugh. Is this one of those where I'm supposed to grow hair on my chest now? Because I really don't think Tan's into that." Her face has that classic vaudevillian 'PHEW! SMOOTH!' look to it, tongue out, nose wrinkled, eyes watering. "You're acting all weird, W'rin. Did you get into the fellis, or maybe one of those desert plants that's supposed to make you think you're a dragon?"

Ralina is a likely person on the list for gripe. She sips the whiskey to savor it. And that just ain't right! She knows this, but free means savor to her. Her eyes are watery and it could possibly be the drink, though likely it's the sand in her eyes. She is listening and watching her fellows, quietly thinking that she needs one of those head wraps herself next time. Her hair is short sure, but the sunburned feeling on the back of her neck might be helped by one.

W'rin grumbles at K'vvan and what he over heards of the mumbling. Everyone's a critic. They dislike it when he's stern, they dislike it when he's happy, f-it all he's going to drink, and he's going to slide another toward the grumpy greenrider. Kyara draws a smile. Oh to be surrounded by his favorite greenriding K's. "Kyara, now, don't have a hangover tomorrow. You have things to do." Sadie's chest hair draws laughter, tugging his shirt just enough to allow the first few rows of luxurious fur to creep over the top. "Wouldn't be so bad would it?" Dropping into a seat he stares at the goldrider for a moment, "Weird? Is cheerful so dreadful for me to wear? Look things could have gone a lot worse, two green…greenriders out their on sweeps. Granted they should have called for backup sooner.." An eyebrow to Kyara, "But all in all…F- it Sadiaya. They're all alive." And with that he tosses back the rest of the glass, smacking it against the counter, "Another!" And that is the bartenders answer.

O'ell wanders on in to… drinking! Huzzah! His favorite non-sport sport. A two-finger salute is given to those higher in rank then him. And then he really just pulls over a chair to sit at the table with all the rider-types at it. He just… you know, flips the chair so he can straddle it. Because he's in a restless mood. And you never know when you'll need to get up and bolt. Or something. "Are we celebrating?"

"The Weyrleader is happy his bedmate isn't dead." K'vvan throws that in there, look, you're the one who is giving him drinks. The whole weyr knows K'vvan shouldn't drink. But look, another one goes right down his throat. Aaron's brew is probably more kickish anyway.

Ralina finishes her first drink and flips the empty onto the bar. Quickly snatching herself a second and knocking that one back in a single swallow. No choking, no fussing. Just drinking and absolutely loving it! Ahh what a wonderful burn. Her eyes glaze for a moment and then are promptly rolled. She heaves an exasperated sigh and flips her glass onto the bar beside the first. "How'd he get sand /there/," she mutters to herself and slips back into her jacket. A wishful glance is cast around at the partiers. Oh well, she'll hopefully make it back into time to party some herself. Business first sadly.

Atzi looks, blinking at the Weyrleader's request for 'another.' There's a row of continuously replaced glasses standing on the bar, awaiting drinkers, Uh, right there. Dur. Not breaking eye contact with W'rin she moves her hand fractionally to the right and slowly pushes a filled glass at W'rin. The explanation of what has occured is incomplete, but it sounds like a pair of riders got out of their depth and are now okay. Which is good news indeed. She raises the glass to W'rin and tips back the drink, finishing it with a gusty sigh and gets busy washing glasses for subsequent rounds. They're racking up quite a tab.


"Wouldn't dream of it, sir," Kyara returns with a grin, searching out another shot. One might be surprised just how much it takes to give her an actual hangover. W'rin being cheerful is most certainly a rarity, not really dreadful but an uncommon sight, for sure. He does elicit a laugh from the greenrider, even if she turns it into a slight throat-clearing at that raised eyebrow he sends her. Hindsight is perfect, yes? She hoists her glass once it's full again. "To being alive." And it certainly isn't entirely her own living she's toasting to right now. Down the hatch! The comment from K'vvan makes her brow furrow in a light scowl, though - one he probably can't see, given the mountain of a Weyrleader sitting between them.

Taking another gulp raises more color in Sadaiya's cheeks, and she gives W'rin a sassy little shrug. "It's a LITTLE weird, but I'll grant you we do have plenty to celebrate. To being alive, and to Kyara!" With this, she raises her glass in the air, smiling affectionately at the woman herself. "We all owe you for your quick thinking. You're an asset to the weyr and just plain awesome. Oh, K'vvan, don't be such a fuddy-duddy. Relax for once!"

Oh, there were glasses already there? W'rin isn't really paying attention as he swaps conversation with the goldrider, and others about. "K'vvan! Damn straight that's what I'm happy about. And Kyara is fine too." He jabs a thumb toward the girl, who may get a passing look of a papa bear. Can't fault the man, he's three whiskey's in and that's just what he's had here. "Yes! To being alive!" And with the clank of glasses he throws it back. "Weird…Yes. Well, it will stay that way. So enjoy it." A warning softened by a short hefty laughter. The appearance of O'ell brings W'rin from his seat, and grabbing two glasses he takes one and hands it out to the man, "Just that your fellow assistant weyrlingmaster and Kyara here are alive.

"Well, that seems like a good reason to be celebrating." Any excuse to drink. And O'ell, for one, only pokes the badger when he needs some amusement. He doesn't need amusement. Not today anyway. And when w'rin hands him a glass filled with precious dark liquid, he lifts it up to clink against the others and downs it in one shot. "To life. And scaring the piss out of the fuckers that hurt 'em."


Was there a badger in the room? K'vvan just turns that same rude gesture at Kyara that he'd used on Atzi earlier and pends over the bar around said badger to grab another one of those drinks. It's not like he's going to go punch someone with W'rin right here… right?

Kyara flushes a little at being toasted by Sadaiya, raising her eyebrows as she glances over at the goldrider and then to her glass. "Oh, no, no, I…thank you," she says rather quietly, though not so much so that she can't be heard. "Just did what I had to. And don't forget about K'ane," she tacks on emphatically. "He…Faranth, he killed the guy with the knife." That merits another shot, taken with slightly wide eyes. "Neither of us might be here if he hadn't come along."

"Oh come on now, K'vvan!" W'rin, rather than raining down fiery wrath and doom on the greenrider does far worse in the way of punishment and companionably wraps an arm around the man's shoulder, patting the opposing one in a manly manner. "It's all fun, man." And if one is going to drink for free on the weyrleader they'll just have to put up wit him mood for the evening. Releasing the man as suddenly as he sprang the attack he tilts the glass back but rather than grabbing another he drops back into the seat near Sadiaya.

"Admittedly, that was pretty amazing. Wonder where he's at right now? He deserves a couple hundred of these ten thousand drinks, especially before THAT one gets into them." Sticking her thumb out, Sadaiya indicates O'ell with a small gesture that morphs into the same rude one K'vvan gave Kyara. Same to you, buddy. "Hey, rider, I order you to have a good time for once. I'm serious. You need to have some fun here. How often lately have we had a chance to be together and celebrate like this? These… these are the moments we need right now." Her smile is more than slightly wobbly, her eyes unfocused, her head listing slightly to one side. After one drink. Nice.

Sienna is free! Mostly. She has to go back in a bit to make sure she hasn't pulled any of her stitches out with her hobbling, slow pace to the cantina. Someone said her friends were here, so this is where she's come. Walking carefully, the greenrider has gotten out her old pregnancy cane and moves with that, cautious with each step and each breath as she stops inside the entrance and peers around.

O'ell tries valiantly to hide his amusement as W'rin tortures K'vvan, but somehow he's just plain unable to keep the smirk off his face. Even when Sadaiya kinda sorta -totally- implies he's an alcoholic. "Hey, heeeeey." he protests, holding arms out wide. "Ain't my fault I can hold my liquor." Even though it really is, because a dude has to drink for -decades- to get this level of tolerance.

It's not much, just a shifting of stance, a sweep of a watchful, bored gaze more towards the bar area and one rider in particular. K'vvan's not eyed exclusively, simply a glance across all in attendance. Atzi gives a little shake of her head to the bouncer. Situation nominal. Plus, the weyrleader could break the greenrider in half should the need arise. The bouncer nods at the assistant weyrlingmaster as she enters, rumbling, "Ma'am."

In another universe K'vvan would be shouting DUDE at the sudden physical contact attack of his weyrleader. Instead he just does his typical jerk backwards way too violently and end up sitting in someone else's chair routine. And that wiskey he'd been reaching for? Yeah, all over his shirt. K'vvan's glare at W'rin is abruptly cut off when Sienna waltes in, "Tits woman! Why the hell are you here?!"

Atzi dampens a rag and tosses it at K'vvan while pouring him another whiskey.


Well nothing like sand in the backside to make for a thrilling experience! Ralina looks like she's been rolled in the stuff by the time she staggers back into the bar. At least this trip she's sensible enough to halt inside the door to remove and shake her jacket out. "Faranth!" She moves toward the bar and eyes for another round of anything hard and burning. She needs it something fierce at this point.

Nodding thanks at Ralina for her consideration in keeping sand a little more manageable, the bartender pours a good-bit-past-generous pour for the bluerider. For you, she nods.

W'rin too his known for his ability to hold liquor, but it has less to do with time drinking and more to do with the fact that he's roughly the size of a barge. However, tipsy W'rin can only grin at splish-splash K'vvan. That guy's jerkier than a beast when a gold is blooding. Shrugging softly he seems ready to continue on with the jovial antics until the greenrider calls out and his eyes scan the crowd till the land on Sienna. Bloody hell. But his ever eloquent greenriding friend takes the words right out of his mouth. His eyes drop to Sadaiya, "Sadie, do something about your friend." He looks around, "And someone hand me another one of those whiskeys." He's going to need another before the nights out.

Did K'vvan make a rude gesture at her? Kyara didn't notice. Probably for the better. She's nodding at Sadaiya over K'ane, but the next thing she hears out of K'vvan's mouth pulls her attention straight to the door where Sienna is. She's a bit startled to see her friend up and around already, but she grins nevertheless, hopping up from her stool with a little salute and completely heedless of the twinge through the ribs and in her bruised face either act causes. "They clear you, and you decide to come shuffling out to the Cantina in a sandstorm?" the greenrider cracks, teasing a little as she offers to help Sienna in. That's familiar, as is the cane. "How're you feeling?"

Hasn't K'vvan seen Sienna waltz? This shuffling, old-woman walk is /not/ how she waltzes, thankyouverymuch. Eying K'vvan, Sienna smiles a bit as she continues to move forward. "I heard the party was here." She was lonely in the infirmary. "And the Healers said I could, as long as I didn't do anything strenuous." She didn't just wink at W'rin did she? Yeah, she did. "Is there a sandstorm?" she asks blandly, pausing to shake said sand from her clothing. "How are you?" she asks, accepting Kyara's help as she hobbles to a chair and sits /very/ slowly on it before she scans Kyara's face and grimaces. "You okay? And K'ane? I haven't seen him…" Flicking fingers at one of the waitresses, Sienna orders herself some tea. Normal, bland, boring tea. Booze and fellis don't mix that well.

That rag that Atzi throws manages to land right in K'vvan's face. Like, right in right in. So he doesn't see if Sienna actually walks more into the bar. He's too busy with that rag and attempting to clean his clothing, all the while muttering under his breath.

Ralina is in love with the bartender! She flashes a beaming smile of thanks and snags her glass before anyone else has a mind to. Turning she snags an empty chair and knocks back a bit of her prize. Hanging her jacket on the back one handed, because she's got mad skillz. She plops herself down and lets her eyes roam. Taking in the mayhem with delight. At least once she gets sauced she's guaranteed a ride home for her trouble out there. Happy Iggie's are wonderful things of course.

Sliding in amongst the crowd is someone rather too short to be here, but is visiting the cantina nonetheless. Lyllian wanders up to the bar and scrambles up onto a barstool. "'Keep, redfruit juice on the rocks, please," she orders, smiling sweetly. That's if the barkeep even heard her amongst the din of the more mature clientele.


"It's Sienna! Did the wind make your knife-hole whistle onna way in?" Sadaiya squeals, setting her drink down and scuttling over to throw her arms around her best friend's neck and buss her on the cheek. "You are so PRETTY today. Your cheek tastes like the GROUND though. Peh! Ewwie! Now c'mon an' watch us try to get K'vvan to make poor decisions. S'fun."

K'vvan mutters, "… … decide … f*king … around … … sandstorms … … … … … … … … the back. …" to himself.

Stepping in a bit behind Sienna is Whirlwind's practical jokers. The pair behind the multi-colored bronze Sandth of a few days back. I'tani pulls S'kyre up short, "Shards, what happened to her?" the her he indicates is Kyara rather than the greenrider in front of them. S'kyre gives a shrug, and then is finding a place to sit for a bit of quiet contemplation. People should be afraid really, it's never a good sign when S'ky goes quiet.

O'ell thinks there is slowly becoming too any people here for the comfort of someone who is more like a hermit, such as he. So, he people watches. Drinks go down the gullet, chair is leaned agaist lazily, eyes focus on people. One day he'll learn something interesting this way.

Were W'rin in less booze at the moment he'd probably be raging at Sienna, as it is he's simply slumped back in an almost drunk, but too proud to call it way, and taking the K'vvan approach of muttering angrily to himself. Once the more or less mumbled words are finished he lifts himself from his chair to stomp to the bar and grab another drink.


W'rin mutters, "… … a … day … … nearly … … … … … me to … … … … … and … … a … … … … the … … less … … … … … … anyone else." to himself.

Atzi schools her face to stillness when K'vvan's face is clear of the rag. Direct hit! And new orders! Ah, a change of pace. "Tea, neat," she grins at Sienna, a little frown for the woman's fragile-seeming state, "And a redfruit, rocks." Atzi sets about heating water and getting the redfruit squeezed. She returns swiftly with the juice, the tea will have to steep.

Ralina happily sips her booze and enjoys the comfortably numb feeling seeping into her limbs. Legs sprawled in a less than lady like manner, she reclines in the chair and balances her drink in one hand. People getting hit in the face with rags and even more of them muttering and complaining. Yup it's a typical bar scene. And starting to feel like home finally. It's only taken the better part of what feels like forever.

Angry muttering! In the din K'vvan misses the "mess with K'vvan" part of Sadaiya's welcome, and he pushes himself, a little unsteady on his feet. He lobs the rag over the heads of those gathered at the bar in what he THINKS is going to be a perfect throw to the barkeep. Of course, K'vvan's stick thin and on number 4. So. See how well that goes over.

Sienna rolls her eyes at Sadaiya's joke, which actually then makes her twitch and cringe a bit. "Thanks, Sadie," she says, glancing around until she finds K'vvan. "Aww, leave him alone," she murmurs. Her eyes follow her weyrmate to the bar and she frowns slightly, biting her lower lip for a moment. The Healers /cleared/ her. She didn't escape.

Bowchicawowo K'vvan and the bartender playing a little wet rag in your face. We all see where this night is headed.

"I haven't seen him, either," Kyara informs Sienna as she sits down again, "though I need to find him. Soon." She flicks her fingers upward in the general vicinity of her bruise and shrugs dismissively. "This and bruised ribs. A few scrapes. Good to go." She adds a little smirk at that and downs shot number four - lightly buzz-worthy, for her. Break time. Maybe. Sadaiya's brightness gets a chuckle, and the sailing rag draws her gaze for a second before her gaze falls on W'rin. Has he fallen out of the cheerful category now? It would be easy to guess why, probably.

Cheer evaporated like a drop of water on a rock in the middle of Igen's desert. W'rin tosses a couple more back in a row at the bar. "K'vvan! Watch the bloody rags." He grumbles as he has to duck under them but at least he isn't yelling and he simply flops down into a chair next to O'ell. "To…." Whatever the hell they were cheersing before. And he lifts his glass to the man. "Women. Am I right?"


It is of course incredibly bad timing on I'tani's part to walk up to the bar just as the rag is tossed at the barkeep. The wet slap of cloth to face is unmistakeable, and it leads to the gangly looking rider to laughter. How fun, "Are we playing some kind of new game of darts?" is asked of K'vvan with a bit of a leering grin. S'kyre for his part is sitting at a table, doubled over in quiet laughter. He's plotting a prank, and perhaps this was not the best place to come for such plottings as his brother is quickly pulled into the crowd at the bar. Ah well, no help for it then and he's heading towards the crowd as well. Salutes for those with rank given as he approaches, knowing that his brother also gave salutes or maybe tried to.

"Thank you very much," Lyllian replies to Atzi, passing another smile, and maybe the smallest mark in her little purse as a tip. After settling with the drink in her hand, the little girl sits at the top of the stool, feet swinging to and fro as she watches the rag action. Juice sip. Yup, she totally belongs here.

Releasing Sienna, Sadaiya flounces her way back to her barstool and once again mounts it like the dirty, dirty piece of furniture it is. The game of splat-the-rag has her cringing and curling in on herself in much the same way Sienna did, her arms coming up to protectively guard her expensive outfit. "If you get that thing near me I swear to Faranth I will… make… you eat it. For FOOD." Resolutely she nods, though her folded arms do not drop their guarded pose.

O'ell is apparently the dude who you sit beside when you just wanna chill and pretend to be calm. So he totally plays along! "You are so right." he agrees, lifting his glass in return. "Can't for the life of me figure em out. But hey!" That's what liquor is for, man. That's what liquor is for.

Oh look, someone else has said something. For the third time this night K'vvan flips them off (and you too O'ell) and makes his way over to where Sienna, Kyara and Sadaiya are blocking that line of wiskey. As he walks by he jabs a thumb at W'rin and mutters to Sienna.

K'vvan mutters, "… … f*king cheerful … … … you're not …" to Sienna.

Ralina is still new enjoy to draw a bit of hazing from someone in the crowd. Must everyone pick on the newbs? "Faranth take it!" She suddenly sits bolt upright in her chair and sets her glass on the table at her elbow. Then lifts and shakes her tunic until two pieces of ice flip to the floor. "That was cold!" Not that anyone is bound to care that she's now shivering from melted ice running down her back. Still the nerve of some people! Glaring at everyone within arm's reach she carefully reclaims her glass and downs the last of her drink.

W'rin only nods appreciatively at the man, who is really only playing along, like is the deepest thing he's heard all day. "What? K'vvan? Oh, it's kinda like would you like to come up to my weyr and have some klah? Or splashy splashy in the lake. It's code for please takes your pants off and lets have a go."

Sienna nods, glancing around as if K'ane might suddenly appear in the cantina. Alas, no. "He was in a good mood before I came in, right?" she asks with a small frown, whispering this to Kyara as she glances again at her weyrmate and offers him another smile. She's sorry for something but she's not sure what it is yet. Watching the rag and K'vvan for a moment, Sienna looks down when her tea is delivered, adding some cream and stirring it, waiting for it to cool. Glancing up when K'vvan passes, she tilts her head to hear him and smiles a bit. "Well that's a relief. Wonder what happened."

Reputation of greenriders TO THE SIDE FOR A MOMENT THANK YOU, K'vvan just grunts at Sienna. If he was a touchy-touchy man, he might even pat her back. Thankfully, W'rin's comment is lost in all of that bustle, or K'vvan would do something that seriously, you just don't do to someone who is a) your superior, or b) three times your size. (okay, so there was that one time with Aaron but…)

They both know how to play the game. O'ell nods solemnly, and not even an eyelash is batted when W'rin gives an explanation. He does have to pause and think so. And as this is his third drink, there's a little squint of his eyes too. "Throwing wet rags at women never worked for me. He seems a not really subtle guy. More the kind that'd walk up and say 'Hey, wanna fuck'. Not, you know 'splashy splashy'. But who am I to judge." Deadpan. It's delivered so deadpan.

Atzi grins at K'vvan, eyeing him speculatively and shaking her head as she keeps the drinks lined up on the bar. "You're quite welcome…?" She smiles at the girl and pushes the mark back, nodding at the Weyrleader, "He's buying. I'm Atzi." The tea is steeped and Atzi delivers it to Sienna, with fixings and a spoon. Returning to her post she leans over to Lyllian, also… "What in the world are you doing here?"

It is with a sage nod that W'rin affirms that he too has lacked success in the rag throwing bedding women game department. "That one just landed in on my ledge." The fond smile returns as he jabs a thumb toward Sienna, even if the real story is more horribly complicated than that, but then memories of love only recall the best of times. Or some shit like that. "K'vvan? I'm not sure he'd try that either. A good guy underneath all the gruff." And W'rin is one to know what lies beneath rocky exteriors, having so much of one himself. "Is that a child?" His head lolls till he's looking a little unclearly at Lyllian. "You. Kid. Come here." This will end well.

Atzi's eyes flash protectively. The weyrleader was not exactly who she wanted interacting with children in the bar at this moment. There wasn't a prohibition based on age, so the girl was within her rights to be here… but… Atzi watches the weyrleader closely.

O'ell is not going to tell W'rin what landed where in his own current personal affairs. NO SIR. He follows the man's gesture over toward Sienna - whom he nods at - and then back at the Weyrleader with a vague smile. "There's a kid in here? Shells. Wouldn't want -my- kid in here." Not with the likes of himself frequenting the place.

Ralina feels that now is a good time to get a refill and pushes a mite unsteadily to her feet. Oh drills are going to suck in the morning. She makes it to the vicinity of the bar before managing to plow into.. well someone. Names are sketchy at best for her. "Opp, sorry." Good thing her glass is empty isn't it? Like a ball in a pinball machine she backs up a couple steps, adjusts her angle, and tries again. Let's see what she bumps into next! Hopefully the bar because she'd really love another drink.


Lyllian eyes the mark coming back to her and lifts it, putting it back in her purse before taking up the juice again. A nod towards the barkeep and then back to sipping her juice, like a boss. However, W'rin's voice does catch the girl's attention. Unbothered and not intimidated, she puts her juice back on the bar and hops down to step his direction. "Yes, sir," she comments, looking up from her small stature towards the much larger man. In fact, there's a little smile on her face.

Sienna fiddles with the silver ring on her left hand, turning the band with the green stone around and around thoughtfully. And catches W'rin's fond smile. Dawww. But yeah. Hella complicated, the two of them. Nodding at K'vvan (and rather thankful he /doesn't/ pat her back), she smiles. "I'm forbidden from sweeps." No shit. "But he said nothing about Kehemath, so she can still fly with Nadeeth."

"Bite me." Atzi gets snapped at from K'vvan as he finally gets that drink he'd been aiming for. It's half way to his face and down his throat when Murphy comes a-knockin' again in the form of the weyrling female who is oh so not steady on her own feat. Right into the not-quite-steady-himself K'vvan. That drink goes full on into his face and he's stumbling sideways, right into the person standing right next to him. Which, as Murphy had planned, just happens to be Sienna.


W'rin is a classy man, with the mouth of an angel (or Pern equivalent imagery), or something. He lifts his head back up to grin at O'ell. But the girls sweet little 'sir' draws him back to the newest member of the Cantina subparty. She may not salute, but at least she's polite. And after a moment his eyes actually focus on her, "Your a weyrbrat." He points out rather oddly, she's not a bazaar kid which might explain her presence. "Alright then, out with it. How d'ya escape the nusery. You didn't light anyone on fire did you?"

Ralina is stunned when the person she'd bumped into winds up with a face full of liquor. Oh this is bound to turn out wonderful! Insert heavy sarcasm here please. Before she can apologize again however the guy causes a domino effect by stumbling into someone else. Oh shard it all! Is it possible to get a drink to go? Because she has a feeling she's about to be tossed out on her arse. Undaunted by the prospect she slides her empty across the bar for a refill. If she's going flying with no Iggie she may was well be numb enough not to feel the landing eh?

With a blink, Kyara glances over at W'rin again and gives a little shake of her head. "Oh, he's likely just worrying over you for being, y'know, here and not resting or something," she surmises, whispering back to Sienna. "That or something having to do with K'vvan. Both? I don't know." Smirking enough to wrinkle her nose a little, she adds, "Who says we're the only ones who can flip moods on a mark?" But then there's that smile from W'rin, and things appear to be fine…and then there's a stumbling K'vvan with a drink in his face knocking into Sienna. "Shells!" Steadying hands shoot out reflexively; Sienna will likely be caught by one, and while the other may not reach K'vvan, it's there anyway. Reflex. She wouldn't intentionally touch him; she knows better - but knowing better doesn't stop physics…

There would be an instantly alarmed expression on O'ell's face. Would be, if he didn't have a firelizard dogging his daughter's every move. And, a dragon watching the exit from the living caverns like a hawk. The mere idea off the nursery or someone therein being lit on fire sends him into a panic. Yet, somehow his expression doesn't change. He does immediately pour more whiskey into his glass and down it though. With a slight grimace.


Atzi squints at the weyrleader and nods to herself. Chuckling and snorting out a breath at the weyrleader's question. Atzi flashes bitey teeth at K'vvan just as Ralina ricochets into him. She shakes her head and tosses another damp rag his way. Followed by a whiskey for each, "On me." Her eyes go wide when the greenrider careens towards Sienna, wincing. The other rider intervenes…! What would happen?! More rags - at the ready!

No salute, just Lyllian's hands reaching to clasp behind her back as her feet start to rock back and forth, heel to toe to heel. "No, sir. No fire. It just gets so /boring/ in there with all the little ones," she admits with a small shrug. But she just continues her sweet little smile, as though that single reply might be enough of an answer for W'rin. Toe to heel to toe to…


Sienna had /just/ stood up to shake out some more sand out of uncomfortable places when K'vvan bumps into her and she hisses in pain - a brief, low sound as she grabs for Kyara to steady herself, and grabs for K'vvan too because… maybe she wants to hit him in the face. It's that reflex and all.

W'rin offers a look to O'ell, some guys can't take a joke. Of course he didn't opt to put his kids in the nusery at all so maybe the other rider should worry, as the weyrleader fostered. The man rubs at his facial hair as he listens to the girl excuses, "Well, sadly sometimes what we have to do doesn't match up with what we want, and we still 'afta do it." Does she see, but the man grunts heavily. "But okay. Fine. You don't want to be with the kids. You want to be with adults is it?" The hiss of pain by his weyrmate may register, but it's on the other side of the bar and covered with noise, still his eyes scan their way, seeing nothing too out of the ordinary he returns to O'ell and Lyllian.

Ralina takes her drink happily enough but her head is ratcheted toward K'vvan and the small horde of folks trying to either get away from the action or rush toward it. Yup she's managed to cause quite a mess. Figures. Oh well, who needs to make friends anyway? If you don't have 'em they can't let ya down. She chugs a bit of her free drink and sighs heavily. It's not easy to keep a properly contrite face when one's dragon is offering up funny one liners in her head. She doesn't feel this to be the proper moment to blurt one out though so she bites her lip and twists her glass in her hands.

Insult, add injury. Well, to K'vvan's mind it's injury. "What the f*k girl!" He shouts, as he rips himself out of the hands of Sienna and Kyara. "And don't TOUCH me." The wiskey continues to drip down his nose and he lifts up an arm to wipe some of it out of his face. Abruptly he turns. "You okay?"

Atzi tosses a rag at K'vvan, pours another round of whiskeys and makes a determined effort to collect the sand. Anyone needing a drink (or a rag tossed their way), gets it post-haste.

O'ell twitches an eyebrow at O'ell. So there! Besides, nobody knows why he opted for the nursery instead of fostering. "Trust me, sometimes the adults are just no fun kid." They throw wet rags and stuff. And alcohol at each other. "Like, take that for instance." He gestures. "Why don't I just take you back to the nursery before things get bloody." What? he's had a few, and can't quite filter properly anymore. "W'rin, man. Stay calm."

Ralina grimaces when K'vvan yells at her and manages to lift her shoulders in a defeated shrug. "I said I was sorry." She really had! What more can she do after that? It's not like she'd meant to dump liquor in his face. Though right this second she feels the urge to toss the rest of hers there to join it. Instead of wasting the glorious buzz though she downs it instead and slumps against the bar.

"I did my lessons," Lyllian retorts rather matter-of-factly towards the Weyrleader. "I don't have anything else to learn today." After a quick glance around at the cantina as a whole, she adds, "And the grown ups here aren't so grown up." She looks up at O'ell, inclining her head at the other rider. "I can take care of myself." Despite her attitude, she does flash another smile towards both of them and resumes her small rocking.

Now W'rin did hear that from the other half of the group. And he had such a fun thing planned for the small girl in the way of lessons but O'ell probably has the best of ideas at the moment. "If you two will excuse me. Rider." To O'ell, "Ma'am." To the small girl. Because it is the polite thing to do. And with a groan he hoists himself from the chair. "Do take care of her, will you O'ell?" And with that he's stomps across to K'vvan and company. Sobering quickly as the greenrider starts becoming himself the weyrleader comes to a stop directly next to senior weyrling and drunk K'vvan. With a momentary grin for Sienna and Sadaiya he turns his attention to the previous. "Now. See. I was having such a nice time. Care to tell me what has upset you, K'vvan?" A warning eye is set. "So much that you would feel the need to curse out one of the senior weyrlings?"

Kyara rolls her eyes emphatically and summons another shot after releasing Sienna from the steadying grasp, turning away from K'vvan. If Sienna wants to hit him in the face at the moment, they could probably form a team. She isn't sure how much more of K'vvan's attitude she can take before she actually does punch him sometime. Probably 'til the next time Lia goes proddy. "Could just let him fall on his face next time," she mutters; probably no one will hear that aside from Sienna. When she does have nearly as much restraint as she does now. Another shot taken, she glances briefly back at what's going on, eyes following W'rin as he questions K'vvan.


"True story." O'ell can't help but agree. Alcohol plus grownups usually does result in childish behavior. "As for taking care of yourself, I'm sure you can. But not in the middle of a bar brawl. And not if I can help it. Siddown over here, would ya?" He gestures at the seat W'rin just vacated. Where he can keep an eye on her as requested. "If fist goes flying, you do what I tell you." That's his daddy voice. Admittedly, since his own girlchild has her wrapped around her pinky, it may not be as stern as he'd like.

Sienna steadies herself and then gestures for someone to hand her her cane. She's not going to sit down again, nope, as she glances towards the exit and then back to K'vvan. She looks a bit pale but also a bit concerned. "I'm okay," she says, shifting her torso a bit. It doesn't /feel/ like any of her stitches ripped out. Looking up when W'rin approaches, the greenrider looks to K'vvan, and then Ralina, and then back to the door. "The storm eased up any?" she asks Kyara.

K'vvan doesn't actually SEE W'rin appear till he hears his voice, he has a rag taken from Atzi and is rubbins the liquid off of his face. It's only when W'rin's voice suddenly booms that he blinks… and looks up. He's still more than a little drunk but even he know's that face. "I'll go." And if W'rin doesn't stop him he'll begin truding towards the doorway and back into the teeth of the storm.

And cue the Weyrleader! Ralina's eyes go wide when the man starts grilling K'vvan. She wants to accept blame for bumping into the guy. But she's petrified and frozen in place at the moment. She turns her empty glass upside down on the bar with the split decision that she's probably had enough. The buzz quits being fun when folks start getting into trouble. And she has no doubt she's about to get it good for bumping into K'vvan in the first place. She really hadn't meant to, but still. When K'vvan makes to leave the guilt eats her up. "Um.. Sir? It was my fault."

Lyllian's lips purse in thought at O'ell's 'daddy' recommendation, but the little girl relents. She moves over to the offered seat and plops down, letting her legs swing away. "Can I have my juice, sir?" she asks O'ell, now referring to him as 'sir' since he's now the ranking rider in her attention. She points over towards the bar, where a mostly-full glass with redfruit juice sits, near where someone else had taken her barstool.

Going quiet for a moment, Kyara listens past the noise of the crowd for the wind, then checks in with Liareth - which she could have done in the first place. "A little bit," she replies. "Lia says it's tapering off." The greenrider glances up at Sienna, brow furrowing a bit when she notes her friend has paled a little and standing as well. "You need to get back? You look a little off," she observes concernedly. "I can come, if you like; I need to see if I can track K'ane down before it gets too late, anyway."

O'ell is somehow grateful that Lyllian didnt' decide to do what most children would do. Which would be see how far they can push before something unhappy happens. Thus, he salutes her playfully when she asks for her juice and meanders over to the bar to get the glass and bring it back over. Now he's a waiter. A waiter for a nine year old. This seems somehow approprate. "Here. Enjoy."

"Right might have been, Weyrling." W'rin gives in to Ralina's thoughts on the matter, "But there are proper ways of dealing with such things. No?" His eyebrow lifts. Even as he watches the greenrider go with a nod. Probably best he go now, before he get in any real trouble. "I'll take her." W'rin finally turns, as if noticing Kyara for the first time in a bit. "Make sure this weyrling here gets home safe when you two are done. Yes?" And then back to his weyrmate. "Lets go get those stitches look at, shall we?" He'd be better able to carry her through the storm than Kyara, if it came down to it. And as he's leaving he'll give a nod to O'ell, and a rather deep bow to his newest, and cutest, boss.

Sienna nods to Kyara's question, glancing around again. "Yeah. Tell him I want to see him too, whenever he has a moment," she murmurs, before looking up at her weyrmate and slipping her arm through his, shifting the cane to her other one. "I think we should." The 'I'm sorry' is written all over her face, clear as day. Guilty Sienna is guilty. She shouldn't have come.

Ralina doesn't need anyone to get her home. Igifoth will see to it she gets back in one piece. Hopefully right? Regardless she's been pretty much dismissed and so weaves her way through the crowd to retrieve her jacket. Well tonight was a smashing hit! Oy! With a sigh she shrugs into her jacket on the way to the door. Taking care not to bump into anyone else on the way.

Atzi is making good headway on the sand and, very swiftly, the room turns. Chairs scraped, voices raised. She gives the bouncer a nod, but the Weyrleader sets his people straight. And that right swiftly. She holds the door for one and all as they leave. Buh-bye. B-bye. BUH-bye. Buh-BYE.

Keeping the door open let in still more sand. Ah… Igen. It's good to be home. Atzi sighs and sweeps. And sweeps and sweeps.

And sweeps.

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