Who

L'xan, R'mar, Agertha, Lemia

What

Drinks in the Cantina, and lots of flirting

When

It is evening of the twenty-fifth day of the ninth month of the ninth turn of the 12th pass.

Where

Cantina, Igen Weyr

OOC Date 22 Dec 2016 07:00

 

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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.


L'xan is seated at a table by himself, legs stretched in front of him as he inspects the liquid in his glass by making it roll and splash. The pose and the location are quickly becoming almost iconic for the bronze rider, the staff certainly seem well familiar with the large man, offering a refill as the level in the glass dips. The Cantina is currently enjoying the evening buzz, the patrons nicely lubricated, but not yet inebriated. Nothing better than a drink afer a long, hard, hot day.

R'mar steps lightly down the stairs, one greenrider on each arm. A hearty laugh from the redheaded brownrider as they enter draws a couple of looks. "Agertha, you know that I will babysit for you anytime you girls want to go shopping. It's really no problem at all. The twins are too young to cause any /real/ trouble yet." As the trio steps off the bottom step, R'mar glances around for somewhere to settle in. Spying the bronzerider, he smiles. "After you, ladies." He says with a smile, breaking free from their arms and gesturing to the table.

"But then who would give me the male opinion on all those wonderuflly scandelous outfits the Zingari sell?" The voice is sumptuous, and has a playful pouting tone to match the mock put on the greenrider's naturally plump lips. She tosses her brown waves behind her shoulders, moss-green eyes sparking playfully. She wiggles when she is loosed from R'mar's arms and practically saunters to the table. For those that know her, this is normal mode for Lemia, bouncy, flambouyantly flirtatious and full of endless energy. She turns to flash a bright smile at Agertha and R'mar. "Besides, we get all those adorable looks when the babes are with us. They're so //cute!"

A hearty laugh from Agertha follows the statement of the twins being too young for causing any real trouble, "You really don't know Annis, and Grystan if you believe that," she quips, then looks at Lemia with a grin, "And that," Agertha gives a chuckle for the comment of how cute her toddler twins are, "Except at bath time. They won't sit still.. Well, Annis won't. She wants to splash around in the water," she joins Lemia at the table with a smile at L'xan, "You don't mind our invading your table do you?" because that's probably as close as she's going to get to asking permission. Out on the lake's shore there's a variegated green happily flirting with all the males that are also present at the shoreline. The process has started, and it's during this process that Kestrath doesn't deafen a body with her normally overly loud voice. This allows Agertha to relax just a little bit.

L'xan's brow raises as the brown rider enters with women on each arm. Their progress is watched, and as the women approach his table, he does straighten his long legs up so that there is plenty of room for everyone else. "Ladies." A polite toast is given as greeting, as well as permission (acceptance really) for them to join his table. Undoubtedly Nokteryth is torn between the antics on the lake shore, and the very casual very competitive hanging around the leadership ledges, which would account for the bronze-riders taciturnity this evening. "Go right ahead."

R'mar just chuckles softly as he waves at a server to bring drinks. Settling into a seat across from L'xan he nods his greeting. "My greetings bronzerider. And our thanks." The server arrives quickly with drinks and deposits them. "Agertha, I will be fine. Dealing with you and Lemia here for the past few months, I feel confident I can handle two smaller ones." A quick wink towards L'xan. On the shore, a brown watches the green with a half closed eyelid, random snorts of breath, and a flicking tail. Inside, the brownrider takes a sip of his drink and laughs again. "Jerelloth keeps warning the blues and browns away my dear greenrider."

Lemia 's moss-green eyes flick to L'xan and his drink. "Thank you kindly for allowing us to invade your space sir." A slow wink of one Mossy-green eye comes with a full lipped smile and a happy bounce from the greenrider. Eyes flick back to R'mar and Agertha and Lemia laughs. "My darling, I really do not think you will convince her…" Lemia knows a losing battle when she sees one. She slips into a chair and keeps her amused, sparkly eyes on the pair. Comments about Jer and his atics are left untouched.

"Won't stop Kes from flirting," Agertha knows this from experience, she grins at Lemia, "What keeps you awake?" is directed at L'xan, because there are oh so many different reasons for a tense, brooding L'xan to be in the Cantina and Agertha was always a gossip before Kestrath claimed her. Not so much afterwards, she's had to keep her green from being too terribly annoying which doesn't leave much room for gossip. Though lately, she's certainly been the cause of some gossip, "Really though, you think you can handle two toddlers until you have to handle two toddlers and then.. You find out you do need help. I swear, I don't know how Try'stan does it?"

"It's not really fun if you scare the competition away. Or so Nokteryth assures me." L'xan makes the effort to join the conversation, before continuing the wisdom from his bronze. "Catching is only made sweeter by the beasts disappointment." Of course there is probably something lost as he translates what was sent through the bond. "Kestrath recovered from her strain then Agertha?" He enquires politely, shooting a friendly, but not flirty wink back to his vivacious wing-mate. "Thought I'd have a bit of a night-cap before turning in." The glass is raised once more so it's contents can glimmer dimly in the night. Of course the real answeris that Nokteryth isn't really ready to go to bed yet. Bloody dragon.

R'mar waves a dismissive hand at the comment on his dragon. "He tries this with both Kestrath and Horith when they go proddy. He's just acting tough. Besides, with their riders, there are always lots of dragons willing to chase." He chuckles as he thinks back to Horith's last flight a few sevendays back. Taking a sip from his own drink he nods to L'xan. "Nightcaps are always good. How did Parhelion make out with the new formations today anyways? I had other things to attend to and didn't have a chance to watch." Yes, he's been watching all of the wings for some time now. Rumors have been heard whispered amongst some riders, glares from many more.

Lemia grins and leans back in her seat, tapping a nail absent mindedly on the table. "They went well as far as I saw…" Lemia comments, answering R'mar's question. Then again, she hadn't been running the drills, so what she thought was good could differ completely from that of those in charge. Lemia snags a drink from a passing waiter and winks when he tries to protest. The action effectively gets the young boy to blush and walk off. Lemia grins and sips at the drink. Oooo. Fruity. Score!

Agertha chuckles as L'xan relays the message from Nokteryth, and gives a nod, "Yes, thank you. We were just cleared to start working on restrengthening her wing through limited flying," so Agertha will probably still be a bit of a hard-ass towards her wing. It's frustrating keeping her green's enthusiasm from angering everyone that comes into contact with the overly affectionate, and totally not shy green. To R'mar, Agertha states blandly, "And it never stops Kestrath from being herself," totally, and obnoxiously affectionate, "Jer shouldn't be so certain he'll catch. Kestrath is, well Kestrath," translation, that green won't settle on any one male anytime soon. At least from Agertha's past experience with her bonded, "Wouldn't know about nightcaps," she adds after a bit of a pause, it's really a public service that Agertha keeps her green on such a short leash. A chuckle is given for Lemia's snagging of a drink. Her own drink is sipped at, and it will probably still be half full when she finally leaves.

L'xan considers the question for a long moment, a slight smile settling on his features as he uses the amber liquid in his class as a focus for his thoughts. "You'd probably have better luck asking R'xim…or his seconds. We just fly where we're told. But there wasn't too much confusion from what I could see." His word echo Lemia's…just there's more of them. "Nokteryth is most pleased to hear that. He asks if he can now resume talking to Kestrath." His lips twitch with amusement. "He has been such a good boy."

The Brownrider raises an eyebrow as Lemia's drink is snagged and sips at it. Perhaps a little faster than the slight girl should. Far be it for R'mar to protest. That would only lead to fighting that isn't needed in the Weyr. He glances to Agertha and smiles. "She looks to be healing well, but I am no healer. Just a brownrider who doesn't know what he's talking about most of the time." A new drink is deposited by a waitress in front of R'mar. The waitress lingers for a minute as R'mar smiles his thanks, and her hand rests a little longer than it should on the brownrider's shoulder.

Agertha laughs at that. She can tell that her green is happily chatting away with Nokteryth. Jerelloth is included in Kestrath's chattering. Flirting, but that's something that she's known for. Agertha beams a smile at L'xan, "Kestrath says Nokteryth's a handsome bronze," but she's saying the same thing to Jerelloth that he's a handsome brown. But oh look at that gorgeous blue across the lake! Hello gorgeous! and on. There was a time this kind of behavior would have sent Agertha running away with a deep blush, "Mind, I happen to think the same of those two. Both are handsome dragons," a smile is beamed at R"mar as she leans towards the man, "We'll just have to see who she chooses."

Lemia watches the conversation flow betweixt the other riders, smiling at L'xan when he echoes her and lingering on that hand that stays just a moment too long on R'mar's shoulder. Hmmm. She sips more at her drink, moss green eyes traveling the length of the table and back. She giggles at What Agertha has to say about Kestrath's rising and gives her fellow greenrider a wink. "If you ask me, there's never telling how or who any green will choose. They're so taciturn." Lemia flashes a bright smile, she could be pretty taciturn herelf at times. Comes with the green. She swears!

L'xan lips twitch once again with amusement as bring the glass he is nursing back to his mouth. "I thank Kestrath, and I'm sure she could give you a much finer understanding of what Nokteryth's thoughts are regarding her than I could." Because Nokteryth is totally chatting her up at the moment. Completing the sip of his drink his hand falls again. "I think it depends on the green. As it does for any colour. Nokteryth certainly isn't reporting a lack of chatter from Kestrath. For example." Polite amusement ripples through his voice.

R'mar smiles at Agertha as she smiles at him. The flirting is heard from his own dragon as well, though not commented on. "Everyone knows not to wager on a flight. Nothing is set in stone with any flight. And Jerelloth might whine for a day or two if he loses, but he always forgets about it soon enough." He picks up the deposited drink and sniffs at it before taking a drink from the glass, grimacing at the strength of the amber liquid. "Shard this Southern rum. Remind me to bring a case of the High Reaches stuff back when I am there again Lem?"

A deep chuckle is Agertha's response to Lemia's words, "How very true. Kestrath's known to be taciturn, or to just flat out sulk from time to time," her own drink is still sipped at slowly. Not that she can't put away the drink, just that she's not particularly fast to drink, "You should try the Zingari whiskey, very smooth," Agertha says to R'mar, she may not drink often, but she knows what's good.

Lemia nods at R'mar. "Aye, I'll remind you." She smiles at him and drops a wink over one moss colored eye. "Whiskey?" Lemia perks. "I'd love some of that!" Horith might argue, but it's Lemia's favorite drink. "I like whatever this is too…very fruity." Lemia leans forward in her seat. "I keep hearing about the Zingari. They are quite the topic of conversation around here, what's the story?"

L'xan seconds the recommendation for Zingari whiskey with yet another tilt of his glass. "Ista is the best producer of rum. They have the tradition, even if the cane is not the same quality." He is a man who appreciates his alcohol. "The Zingari whiskey has a nice little burn if that is more to your taste." And with a sigh he stands. "Allow me ladies, Brownrider." He says before ordering 3 more glasses of the whiskey. "Hopefully this will make up for the fact that I must leave. Early sweeps you understand. Have a pleasant evening" With a small bow and an expansive salute the bronze-rider departs, frowning as he attempts to coax his lifemate into giving him a lift to his weyr.

R'mar watches as the bronzerider stands and departs. He glances at the two greenriders with a concerned look on his face. "Did I say something wrong again? Or is it the fact I've been watching all the wings during drills? Seems I've been scaring most people aay these days." He nods his thanks as the whiskey is set before them. "Well, everyone except the two prettiest greenriders in the Weyr that is." A wink, followed by a quick drink of the whiskey in the glass.

"Could be just what he said," Agertha says gently, "Thanks!" is called to the retreating L'xan, "Seriously, have you seen how early Parhelion flies their sweeps?" almost as insanely early as Arroyo flies drills, really it's insane, "Or it could have been something I said?" see, Agertha's not willing to believe that R'mar's said anything to cause someone to leave, because he probably hasn't.

Lemia beams at L'xan as he leaves. "Many thanks!" She echoes her fellows. A moment more is spent watching the rider leave before moss colored hues are turned back towards her lovers and the conversation at hand. "We really do get to business early. Thank Faranth for rest days." Lemia grins and finishes off her pilfered drink so that she may taste the whiskey before her.

R'mar begins to say something but is interrupted as the Harpers begin playing a lively tune near an area recently vacated of tables and chairs. His eyes sparkle with excitement as he watches various riders, crafters, and weyrfolk make their way to the 'dance floor.' Fire lizards perched around the cantina add in their own voices to the harpers as the music builds, leading to conversations in the space to increase in volume as well. The brownrider glances at both the greenriders and shakes his head pre-emptively. "Not a chance. Not tonight my lovelies."

Agertha sips the whiskey in front of her, and shakes her head, "I'm sorry? Dance? Me? No, I don't think so," she's just not in the mood, "I do have a modified drill in the morning," Kestrath can fly, but not the entire drill, "if Kes didn't love high winds so much, we'd probably spend less time grounded."

Lemia chuckles when R'mar makes his sudden protestation. "Aww, have we worn you out then dear?" She asks with a fake simpering pout. Really, she just wants another drink, though she is indeed one to dance, tonight is not the night for it. She sips at the whiskey and licks her lips, gasping slightly at the burn. "That is delicious." She comments, taking another drink. Somewhere in the depths of her mind Horith makes grumbling complaints. «I better not have a sore hea din the morning!»

R'mar smirks at Lemia and pats Agertha's hand lightly. "I am getting older my dear. Can't keep up with you young ladies like I used to." His voice does a bad imitation of an elderly man. He stretches and pulls the greenriders close to him as the music continues and the dancers move to the music, one song blurring into the next. «We are lucky to have them R'mar.» »More than you can imagine Jer.«

Agertha laughs as she slips out of her chair, taking Lemia's hand, "I've something to show you," said in a near purr even as she looks ar R'mar, "And you too of course," she'll head towards the door, and ultimately back to her weyr. A nice surprise for her was found when she went cleaning the place to set up. A surprise she's been wanting to share with both Lemia and R'mar since she found the unexpectedly pleaseant surprise. She pauses to look back at the other two, "Coming?" and then she's gone.

Lemia slips out and behind Agertha, turning to wiggle her hips at R'mar. "Coming lover?" She questions, before she too is gone, knowing that R'mar will not be far behind her. Who could resist an offer like that?

R'mar rolls his eyes lightly at the pair. How could he resist? The brownrider stands and quickly follows the pair out, eager to see what sort of surprise is in store for them.

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