Aerial formations were the highlight of Rocio's afternoon and things went smoothly for all involved. The entire day thus far has been pretty good and easy to manage, a rarity for any Weyrlingmaster. And speaking of said Weyrlingmaster, the greenrider strides into the Tipsy Kitten looking freshly bathed, yet still in her uniform — could be there is still a stretch of administrative obligation left to get through. And could be that Rocio needs a drink beforehand.

Now that she's allowed tp drink again, it's become routine for Evka to come into the Kitten for a whiskey or two after her duties for the day are taken care of. It's a good way to unwind. The brownriding weyrling strides in not long after Rocio, with a mental reminder from Saetyroith that they have an early morning. Not that he cares if Evka indulges, but if her aching head impares him, it makes for a cranky, irritable pair.

Rocio glances over her shoulder while making her way toward the bar and spots Evka not far behind. "Hey, whatcha havin'?" She asks because it could be something that she might like to try — Ro's not a terribly seasoned drinker, but she finds herself needing a little something to take the edge off the closer graduation gets. Rugged shin bound leather boots make her presence and destination known right before the greenrider reaches the bar, the knuckles of her left hand rapping against the wooden service per usual. She then regards Evka again, "Whiskey? Rum?"

"Whiskey. Definitely whiskey." Evka says with a smile and salute as she pulls up alongside the Weyrlingmaster. "Thanks." She takes one of the barseats and turns to survey the room before bringing her gaze back to that of her superior. "Long day ma'am?"

The salute is returned as Rocio is still technically on duty at this time of day. Her uniform and knot seem to say it all. "Every day's a long day, wingsecond." she says, taking the barseat next to Evka. Once settled, she makes it known to the server that she and her drinking buddy require two shots of whiskey. And while he's busy preparing their drinks, Ro leans upon her forearms and begins to examine her fingernails just because. "But, it ain't been bad. And it ain't over yet, unfortunately. Still gotta get my butt to a meeting in about," She glances at a nearby sandglass. "A half candlemark." A pause follows and she then cants a look at the brownling. "Saetyroith did good with formations today."

Evka nods as Rocio explains her day and schedule. The compliment is unexpected and there's a slight blush that creeps across the weyrling wingsecond's cheeks. "Thanks, we just try to do our best." Though Evka's grasp on formations and synchronised movement is a bit firmer than most, having once been a dancer. "We've been practicing a lot."

On the trail of a herder buddy once posted to Igen, Th'bek has spent at least half of his rest day catching up with Tynemun. Now, having parted ways, the brownrider opts not to rejoin his dragon quite yet; there's a drink or two to be had. His figure walks by the string of windows before entering, pushing his hair away from his forehead just after getting his second foot through the door. He nudges it closed with the heel of a boot after not hearing it rest in its casing and ambles slow-like to the bar.

The shot glasses of whiskey are soon placed in front of the riders and Rocio collects hers within nimble fingertips. It's then lifted in 'cheers' and soon knocked back in one motion. "It shows. You'll want to get together with Ginger to talk about the V formation at some point in the near future." The whiskey is burning just a tad in her throat and she then clears it before sniffing back a cough. The empty glass is slid forward — though she's not sure about a second shot. She still has a meeting to get to! And when movement is heard behind her, Rocio glances over her shoulder and spots a very old acquaintance. "Th'BEK?" She then pivots on her barseat to face him a little better, a grin curving her lips. "Well, I'll be a jungle feline's old auntie. How are ya?"

Evka toasts Rocio and takes her own whiskey back in similar fashion. "Yes ma'am, I'll make a note to do that first thing in the morning." A question sits on the heel of her words, but is put on the backburner when Rocio seems to spot someone she knows. Turning in her seat to see who it is, Evka tucks a lock of her hair behind an ear. Hadn't she seen him around Igen before? Maybe. She salutes the new arrival, tapping on the bar for a second shot after. "Make it a double!" She adds after.

Th'bek hasn't changed much since Rocio's time spent in the desert Weyr. There are probably more creases around his eyes from the glare of the sun off the tree-less landscape, oh, and the knot. But nothing else grossly stands out. "I'm a little thirsty, Weyrlingmaster, you? -a broit if you've got it, or anything local." Is requested of the bartender who, lauding native brews, goes in search of a favorite. Th'bek turns his hip toward the bar as he waits, toward Rocio and Evka. "Any special occasion?"

"Just finished." Rocio says, sliding the empty shot glass forward after the Igenite's inquiry. "Lookit you bein' all FANCY with your big ol' Weyrsecond knot." She then pivots toward Evka while tugging a thumb toward the visiting desert brownrider. "This here's Th'bek. Th'bek, this here's Evka, newly promoted weyrling wingsecond of CatMint." Which means the girl's earned her right to drink booze with her superiors. "She's from Igen too. Ain't that right?" Because she's almost positive that's what the brownling's file says. Ro then shakes her head at Th'bek, "Nothin' special. Just enjoyin' some down time."

Evka is shaking her head 'no' when asked if there's an occassion to be celebrating, and then she's being introduced. "Hello, sir." Her own Igenite origin is stuttered at a bit, she'd gone so long without someone asking her about it, it feels weird to be asked now. "Uhm, Aye, from the caravans, actually." She's blushing a bit which has her hiding behind her second, and subsequent third shots of whiskey. The last thing she wants to discuss is the scandal she left behind in Igen.

Th'bek needn't wait long, a lager-type is set in front of him. "Well met, Evka," baritone frothy as he scarcely finishes swallowing the initial sip before responding to introductions. "And well done on the placing. I was a wingsecond in my weyrling wing too, so if there's any more sort of coincidence, you'll be Weyrsecond too someday." His grins are a cinch to muster, using them as capably as one talks with their hands. "I know a few members of the Zingari, Reika and Tlatoani," should Evka be among them, but he doesn't appeal for specifics. "But there are quite a few with no name. Can't be you were Searched too long ago…" eyes unwavering as he drinks.

Rocio, ever observant, can sense the hesitation in Evka's voice and opts to change the subject from Igen to Southern. "Come over to poach some of our own for the clutch on your sands?" She regards Th'bek with a glint of amusement in her light colored eyes. A nod follows after his comment about achieving a Weyrsecond rank, "Evka's Saetyroith is just as talented and capable as she is. Their future is bright ahead of them." The comment isn't just tossed out there — she really does mean what she said. "And I hope Tavuqth is paying homage to Niamyth right now else I ain't gonna hear the end of it."

Evka seems a bit overwhelmed with all the compliments. "Weyrsecond Sir? Maybe. One can hope." She doesn't know if she'll ever work a rank that high, but it may be doable. Rocio's gushing brings more color to Evka's face, but in all fairness, it sort of steers the conversation away from home and back to topics more comfortable. The clutch on the sands is a topic she can handle, thank Faranth. "I was searched for Amani and Zymuraith's first clutch, but I was in Southern before that sir." Talk of dragons paying homage to each other has Evka giggling a little as another shot comes her way, and then the color fades from her face just a little. She hadn't thought about it until now, but one of the instructors had brought up something about Mating flights and that is something Evka doesn't know if she's ready for. Quickly, she hides her nervousness behind that last shot. It'll be an ale from here on out.

Th'bek removes himself from the front and center hotspot of the bar now that he's been served, some steps made closer to the Southern riders. His boot heels scratch- he's not picking up his feet enough. As Evka reacts with awe from the hypothetical mention of Weyrsecond, he holds the light grin but doesn't push much more on the weyrling just yet anyway. "I only know what that brown's doing once or twice a sevenday, and that's when I'm with him," he recollects, tries to reach out to see if he can sense Niamyth through his dragon. There's static on this line. "Did you know Amani in your past? Shells, seems like Igen's slowly taking over." He likes that suggestion and his facial expression shows it.

The viridian green is somewhere in the bowl and more than likely keeping track of the comings and goings of new arrivals now that the weyrlings have their own weyrs and ledges. She's can't spy on all of them at the same time anymore — so she'll just opt to monitor the dragonvine for new arrivals and gossip. Rocio, however, just hopes Niamyth is somewhat behaving out there and not overstepping her boundaries. Again. "Well, I reckon I oughtta think about mosyin' along. Pretty sure I have a meetin' in the council chamber." She squints over at the sandglass again. "Yeah. In about five minutes." Great. Some marks are placed on the counter for her drink and she eyes Th'bek like it's something she does every time she sees him. "Your Senior does like spendin' time over here." A beat, "When I see Southerners start wearin' face wraps and saris is when I'mma start gettin' worried."

Evka nods when questioned about Amani. "She was part of my caravan for awhile, we're good friends." And that's as close as Th'bek is going to get to Evka's sore spot, or so she thinks anyhow. It's hard not to giggle when Rocio mentions face wraps and sari's, something her own people are much famed for, though Zingari women wear veils less. Evka has a fair few though, perhaps she should wear one just to mess with her Weyrlingmaster a little.

"Then you'd best run, Weyrlingmaster," Igen's Weyrsecond says with a lazy matter-of-fact prompt. "Good to see you, Rocio." Ending on a less formal note. Not knowing a terrible lot about Amani, Th'bek follows along with Evka's ties to the goldrider, nodding to show so. "You never know how they'll catch on, you do have the sun for it," offering feedback on desert apparel. "I know this'll sound random, but this is pretty good." He spins the drink clockwise as it rests on the bar.

"That's 'cause it ain't got sand in it." Rocio says, patting Th'bek's shoulder as she passes by. "Y'all have a good one." The rugged boots of her uniform carry her across the room and toward the doorway where she slips out to get to this meeting on time.

Evka waves Rocio off with a friendly salute when she goes before turning back to Th'bek. Evka orders her ale and makes herself a bit more comfortable, she's got a bit of time yet. "So sir, visiting for business or pleasure? Perhaps a bit of both?" Because Evka can ask questions too, right? Ale is received and tasted with a satisfied hum. "This is pretty good too, I am a fan of Southern liquor." Even though this bar also serves drinks from home.

Th'bek tries one more time to see if Tavuqth is converging with Niamyth, but all he catches are stray rotated sky images and the scent of the ocean. Perhaps someone is on the wing? "Pleasure," returning back to his own sensory experience. "Visiting a herder journeyman named Tynemun who used to be in Igen's stables. He and his family were reassigned to, let me think, Crisscross Holding in lower Telgar, and then here. We go back to when I was a stablehand." A shred of his own past revealed, Th'bek finishes off the lager and pats a spot on his lip dry.

"Ah, well I hope your visit is pleasant indeed. It's good being able to visit old friends." Evka eyes the Igen WeyrSecond with mocha brown eyes for a moment. "Forgive me sir, but it's hard to imagine you as a stablehand." Then again, it's never wise to judge a book by it's cover. Not half here would guess at Evka's secret.

Th'bek laughs to himself as he repeats Rocio's comment about having a drink free of sand for once. He diverts weight from one foot to the other, offers his empty back to the bartender and gently refuses when asked for another. "It was, thank you. I've since learned he's a grandfather. Four times over." That his old friend is doing well has made this trip worthwhile. "To be square with you, it's hard for me to imagine too. Unexpected things will happen to you, wingsecond, believe it." He separates from the bar more, his posture straightening. "That said, I am expected back in Igen eventually, may as well get started by locating my dragon. Good luck in your remaining time as a weyrling, eh?" He pays his debt for his drink then plods a course for the door.