Who

Mayte, Alyna

What

Just a couple gals commiserating over the annoyance that is their dragons' cycles.

Swearing

When

It is evening of the twenty-second day of the eleventh month of the thirteenth turn of the 12th pass.

Where

The Tipsy Kitten, Southern Weyr

OOC Date 05 May 2018 04:00

 

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"Don't talk to me about your stupid love-life, K'sin! No one //cares!"


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The Tipsy Kitten

Here there be drunkards: a marble bar and the gorgeous array of colored bottles behind it would be enough to draw them in, but more yet lures those to enjoy the recreation the Kitten has to offer. Windows allow light to naturally illuminate the first floor of the tavern in the daytime, while green-tinted glows shine after nightfall. A door behind the bar leads to the tiny kitchen, while a stairway leads above to the rooms available for rent. Among the hubbub and the ruckus, a calamity of tables scatter through the open space, plenty enough for dragonpoker tournaments on restday eve.


It's a lovely evening; the sun is just starting to fall and dinner was filling and delicious. People are filtering into the Kitten for a well-earned post-day drink and oh look: Mayte is already there, sitting at a small table in the corner. She's nursing an ale, scowling a little as she raises her head whenever someone new enters. She huddles over the drink as if someone might take it away and at least one blue-rider who dares approach with a grin finds a good reason to turn the corner and flee. "Don't talk to me about your stupid love-life, K'sin! No one //cares!" Which is about the opposite of the last few nights.

Finding herself solo this evening after spending many in the company of a certain blurider, Alyna decides to head to the Kitten, both for a refreshing drink as well as the rumours her gossip of a green has been able to collect about the Weyrwoman acting strangely, giving out love advice or fortunes or something. Whatever it is, it's piqued the greenrider curiosity as she must see for herself. Upon venturing into the bar though, she hears the bluerider get snapped at, then keeps her head down and heads for the bar where she orders a Spiky Mango, stiffling a giggle against her clamped lips.

Being eyed warily is nothing new for Mayte but she raises her head and looks around, eyes roaming over the room until they settle on… yep, a slightly familiar face. A faint lip-curl is the goldrider's response, especially when Alyna seems to be… laughing. That just doesn't suit. Mayte's expression darkens further: "Like it's a picnic when your Haquith starts looking all greener and stuff!" Hunching over her drink again, the woma seems to be… sulking.

Alyna winces as she drops her head and hunches her shoulders fowards, as if that will make her 5'1 frame even smaller and therefore less noticeable. When her drink arrives, she tosses her marks on the bartop before she turns to face Mayte's direction, a look of playful compassion on her face. "Oh it's terrible. I feel like I want to crawl out of my skin. I snap at the tiniest things. She treats me and any male in the vicinity as her own personal drudges, treated to tantrums if everything isn't just so." She says with a heavy sigh as she ambles on towards that back corner, slowly sipping at her fruity drink on the way. "The worst is feeling like I'm outside my body, watching myself do stupid shit while proddy but totally unable to stop myself." she shudders at that as she rest a hand on the back of an empty chair. "You want some company Ma'am?"

Looking back up as someone leaves, Mayte's eyes move back to Alyna and more importantly, that drink in her hand. It looks… sweet. It's a long second before she nods and waves Alyna to one of the two free seats. "Well," she admits gruffly, "At least Rhiscorath only wants to know about lovey-dovey things." Yuck. Taking a long swig of her drink, Mayte hmphs, "You wouldn't believe what she's been having me do the past few days. Says she knows everything about everyone's love life and how they can fix it."

"Oh really?" Alyna says with as much of a sincere look of surprise she can muster as if her green hadn't been regaling her with the gossip. The talk of lovey-dovey stuff has the greenrider chuckling as she takes another swig of her drink, "Yeah, I can see that being distressing." Says the woman who has rules against messy emotions in relationships, which she's kept strictly to..until recently. "You poor thing." she commiserates with a shake of her head and a click of her tongue.

Mayte doesn't look too convinced by Alyna's response but she doesn't say anything to it, at least. "Even worse," as if she's surprised it could get worse, "She's heard about these trashy romances and she wants me to find out who the writer is!" Hands fling wide in frustration: "Why would you even want that?" Elbow to table, cheek to fist, Mayte watches the greenrider for a moment. "At least it should be over soon. She's getting a little over the top so I think it won't be long…" A little sniffle and Mayte's other hand comes up to wipe at her nose. "It's just so… tiring…" Proddy Mayte is pathetic Mayte.

"Those things? I've tried reading a couple." Alyna says with a snort. "Don't think the author's very experienced, some of the positions he gets his characters into are just not possible." Don't ask how she knows this, but there is a look of certainty as she tilts her head knowingly in Mayte's direction. With a sympathetic smile at the goldrider's last, she'll reach for a napkin and offer it to Mayte. "I know. And I probably don't have it half as bad with a green. It's the worst." Finishing her drink with one last gulp, she raises the empty glass in the direction of a barmaid and nods for another of the same.

Mayte sips her ale again and looks thoughtful: "It's like… some of them are okay, and others are just dreadful. And unrealistic," she snorts in agreement. "Could there be more than one author?" The proferred napkin is taken and Mayte lifts her head to blow her nose. "And, you know the worst, the worst thing about it?" Sniffle. Ready or not, Mayte's going to tell you anyway, "It's that no one takes me seriously! I have to yell twice as loud after a flight just to get respected again!"

"Yes!" Alyna can't help but exclaim as she points at Mayte enthusiastically in agreement, "I know exactly what you're talking about! It drives me up the fucking wall. Like, yes, I understand my actions maybe be a little off, but after over a decade, I am pretty sure I know what I can and can't handle while proddy." She sighs heavily as she looks around again for that barmaid with her drink. "It's so infuriatingly condescending." she says with a final heavy sigh as she leans back in her chair, still waiting on that drink.

Mayte slaps her hand down on the table, gesturing at Alyna with her ale, "Exactly that! And the worst of it? The worst, are the ones who don't even chase. Like, 'oh look at me, gonna kick you while you're down but I never had a chance'. The Lords Holder, sheesh. One of them," and how long has Mayte been here, that she's already leaning in confidentially and smelling a little powerfully of ale, "one of those assholes tried to make a pass at me! Pfft," and Mayte rears back, "Like even his Lady wants that limp, old Holder dick anyway."

Alyna sitting up with a lopsided grin for Mayte, she leans her elbows on the table when the other woman does, eager to hear what she has to say and ignoring the smell of ale coming off her. She remembers drowning her own sorrows in moonshine Haquith's last cycle. At the idea of old Holder dick, Alyna will shudder and make gagging sounds, "Ugh! That's awful! And being who you are, of course, it's not like you can tell them to go fuck themselves. Have to be diplomatic and shit." Finally her drink arrives and the greenrider gives the barmaid a bit of a raised brow, her next is heavily colored by her usual sarcasm, "Why don't you just go ahead and get my next one ready now. I'm sure I'll be done this one by the time it arrives." She's all smiles though, so the barmaid looks slightly confused as to if she should be offended or not before wandering off.

The memory is darkly amusing for a moment, as a smirk passes over Mayte's face but then, a sigh: "No, we can't. And Amani's so much better at it but every so often they get huffy and want to talk to me, and then I have to be nice and shit." And by the way Mayte's upper lip curls, it's as much fun as sanding her skin. "Oh, another one for me too," Mayte calls to the back of the barmaid walking away, but there's no indication she's heard anything in the din of the Kitten. "Can't get good help anywhere some days," Mayte grumps. If tips were a thing on Pern, Mayte would be mean about it.

"Tell me about it, it's hit or miss in here lately, but it's the only place to drink and socialize." Alyna says with an almost wistful sigh in response to the "You know what I miss? The rider only bars at Igen. At least then people had the choice of being only around riders if they wanted or needed to." There's a thoughtful pause as the blonde woman picks up her glass for another long sip. As long as the goldrider is agreeable, Alyna will keep her company, sipping on fruity drinks and commiserating on the joys and woes of proddiness and all it entails.

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