Who

Therst, D'ex, Zynth

What

Corruption of Miners. If Zynth is bringing people home, it really ought to be more people like Therst.

Cussing, Manipulation, Cheating, Sexual Jokes, Usual D'ex Warnings, Sorry A'ndi

When

It is the twenty-eighth day of Spring and 80 degrees. The night is clear and humid.

Where

Weyr Entrance, Tipsy Kitten, Southern Weyr

OOC Date 20 Aug 2017 07:00

 

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"Let's go Cousin"



Weyr Entrance

No standard weyr-arch for Southern, no, not when an open-air bridge could curve so gracefully into the exterior of the bowlwall, the concave swoop of the weyrbowl itself nestled against the far high-rise of the rivercliffs. A pocket of white marble is delineated in gorgeous architecture at the termination of the bridge, a staircase switching back to a terace above; the stone buildings of the guard compound rise in a vivid vein against the rough-hewn darkness of the cliffs it settles against. The classic arcs only possible by ancient stonecutters show through, Southern's ageless beauty to be admired by all who trespass her walls.

It is the twenty-eighth day of Spring and 80 degrees. The night is clear and humid.


It is another warm night here at Southern weyr, and for one such fellow it is alot hotter. Therst is at the entrance of the Weyr walking back up from where he was dropped off. He is wearing his heavy snow gear as he just came back from the Hold in the land of ice and snow. His scarf will flap in the wind behind him, the long colorful cloth just barely stays off the ground as the short man moves around.

A mind of snow and ice will reach out when the figure is recognized, the ultra-blue of the dragon sits in the shadowed of the stone that houses the Tispy Kitten. « Of all the ridiculous things to wear, Therst, I think that might win. » The words are tipped with amused frost, the blue's attention following the man, « If you were hoping to go swimming, I would suggest taking it off first. » Polite. Practical, sitting here in the darkness with all the poise of the Sphynx, long tail wrapped around his claws, wings folded neatly, « Are you busy? »

Therst stops and blinks and looks around till he finds his snow bound friend, he walks toward the dragon saying "I will have you know my mother made this for me and adds six inches for every turn I am alive" he says holding up his scarf. He grins up at the blue saying "I am not busy, just got off work. How are you this evening Zynth?"

« That's very nice of her. I am doing well. Maybe tell your mother to add the same color - six - inches. » Zynth doesn't actually care, but he can manage the polite, almost dyplomatic tone, snow reaching out and touching the man, « Where are you coming from? And if you do not have anywhere to go, might I suggest a use of your time this evening? » The blue's head cocks to fix one whirling eye on the man, tail flicking slightly.

Therst nods and says "I will suggest it sure. Just coming from the barriar hold." he unshoulders his pack and will take off the heavy cloak but his scarf stays on. He looks up at the more subdued dragon before him. Very different from the one the other night he says "Sure, is there something you needed help with. Though I can't imagine what you couldn't do on your own."

« Lovely. It's not for me. Or. It is, in a way. What do you know about the game Liar's Dice? » The blue pauses, his swirling snow will shift to greet another mind, head turning to the Swinging Door which held the Tipsy Kitten. The door opens, light and the cheerful sound of laughter spilling out, a man walking out and looking around. The red head is build narrowly, slight like his dragon, hair a bright red and face sunburnt. A finger goes up and waves toward Therst, words directed toward the blue, "Him? Jeez, you're right, he does look related. Come on. Your drinks on me. Just don't smile too much okay? I'm on a loosing streak here and that's about to change. Come on, Come on."

Therst nods and puts on that solid stone face, not showing much emotion. he will take off the scarf and fold it putting in the bag and says to the dragon "you mind keeping and eye on this for me?" he leaves it near the dragon and will walk over to the rider saying in a flat tone "let's go cousin"

« Of course. Have fun. Don't let him get you Drunk. » And D'ex is turning back toward the door, "Quick, new game starting! Come on! Therst, was it? Right, I'm D'ex. Come on. Liar's Dice? Ever Played? Nope, doesn't matter. Trust Fours." He pauses only once to wave a hand at the blue himself as inter-dragon rider talk closes, "YES! I know, it's okay, we're winning big tonight, it's fine." With that, D'ex is back in the bar, pulling up a second chair and pointing across the table, "Sit there! Everyone-" His words now directed to the four other people already sitting at the table, "This is Therst! My second!" A hand waves for the bartender, summoning the man from his already busy-evening.

In the time it took them to cross the room he has taken off his knot and put it away. No point in getting the craft caught up in this. Therst looks about the table to see who is playing noding his head in greeting. When the bar tender shows up he will say "whiskey neat please" hey the blue rider is buying right.

The blue rider IS buying. "Make that two." He sits and grins, "Okay gentlemen, I have my second, let's play!" He, and one other pull out a set of bags. Letting the dice spill out onto the table, the bartender returning with six empty wood cups and the two whiskys. "Alrighty, Cousin mine! You do, know basically how to play, right?" D'ex looks up, smile half-playing on the man's face. He didn't care what the awnser was, after all, this, including Therst's presance, was all a game.

Therst looks over at his cousin for the evening and will drawl like a sailor. "only the few times I loose my shirt to you" he sips his whiskey and looks about the room unimpressed.

Oooo, this one is good. « D'ex smirks and nods to Threst, tipping his glass toward the man in a thankfully. Though, the rider's inner words shift back to the blue outside, inward, though he does not have to reach far, Zynth's snow cresting his mind as the blue looks through him to the room. « I told you he's a good one. We're keeping him. » D'ex's grin never leaves as he selects his dice, scooping them into his cup and sipping the whisky as the other players also select thier five die. The roll for which team goes first has D'ex and Threst last, but even this does not bother the rider. He sits, only straightening up as the the game actually starts.

Therst keeps the sour look on his face as he drinks from the glass, he will look over his dice before they are rolled. He keeps his mouth shut, and looks like he would rather not be there but is here due to some family obligation. As the dragon touches his mind, there is small plan on what he will do and it is explained to the rider. It seems that he this isn't the first time he has been a ringer in games of chance.

D'ex's smile remains constant, even as he ups the bid the first round and looses it, the arrogant smirk only flickers. This Therst knew how this particular game went? Even beyond the dice? Wonderful! Even better! Where did Zynth pick this guy up? Now was not the time to ask, but of ALL the people that Zynth collected, FINALLY there's a good one! The bartender is very attentive to thier table, no beer ever gets below half before the thing is topped off. Small talk starts slowly, D'ex one of the only relaxed people at the table, though as the second and third rounds start, still no win for thier team, the other teams start becoming much more freindly. D'ex needed a map of who had his dice at the table, after all. And which of his dice. Fours, well, he knew that. But what else did people pick?

Therst is on his second whiskey, as he shoots the tall whiskey like it is water and he is in Igen. Turning his head at the man next to him saying "so you guys only play soft rules? Cuz up at Reaches where the hardier folk live, loser has to chug his drink each hand." when the bartender comes back to refill it says "I mean unless you all think that you are going to lose what is the worse that can happen we get drunk and pass out and you walk away with our marks." He will point at his 'cousin' and say "Last time we played I got so bad I lost to myself, you remember that cousin?"

D'ex laughs, nodding, "I wish no one had stopped you! Bid against your own bid? Goodness, you still such a light weight? We better not go by Reaches rules if you are! We're not faring too well!" The beam turns to the other players, "I'd have to keep the liquor away from the guy if we're ever going to win, especially given my luck tonight!" See? Just family bonding here? D'ex isn't going to be his usual cometitive ass tonight guys! Though there are a few other riders at this table, apt to need to do sweeps or drill in the morning, the ice is thawing. One man will pipe up, his own grin growing as he looks at his dice, "How about up by two, and we do go by your Reaches rules? Lose a round, chug before next roll." D'ex laughs, he knows he can keep his head, but if this nice Therst stranger coulding? Eh. D'ex could still run this table. "No arguement?"

With a nod sitting there letting his cousin call the bets, and now they know why he doesn't bet. After the next roll one of the other pair looses and they are chugging drinks. Therst will notice the dice favors but won't say anything that is how the game is played. In his mind if the snowy dragon is stil listening he will explain that he can hold his drink, this is nothing compared to the flask he keeps in that back pack out with the dragon. when they loose he will shotgun the whiskey and when the bartender comes over he will say "you think you could make it a double this is feeling a little light"

The bartender is a good one, not even looking at D'ex before nodding in agreement, though the rider with sigh, "Therst, I'm not pouring you home tonight, and I have sweeps in the morning." Zynth's touch will lighten as he speaks to D'ex, but the message is sent. Loud and Clear. Prepare to loose a few rounds before the party starts. The winning party. Zynth needs to bring home nice guys like this more often, not the normal rifraf the blue takes a liking to. As much as D'ex might discourage Zynth's habits of collecting people, it was useful at times like this. They loose two bets in a row, the table cheery, happier to chatter now. D'ex has played with these people before, he can't fake drunk when they already know his limit is far from being reached, but as the next round starts, a few other eyes around them are growing brighter, cheeks flushing.

First there was the grumpy man, then there was the buzz fellow, now Therst is at that stage of the drinking where the stories come out. He has a few good ones, he finishes one such story saying "….so he comes jumping out of the window and running down the ally saying to us as he goes "Her old man was home, and is a captain of the guard. So of course we all just laugh and start runing after him back to the ship." The table starts to laugh and bets are missed as well as dice not fully focused on, the luck hasn't changed yet but he is doing a good job of keeping people off there game.

"Hey now, captian of the guard or not, that little lady knew what she was doing! Now if she hadn't lightened my pockets, that would have been something!" They win thier first round in a few, but Therst has these folks laughing and light hearted about the loss, drinks down and refilled. Now D'ex's turn to get to work. He had mapped most of the table by now, he knew which players had his own dice and the probibilies of thier hands. Now he'd actually start trying with his bets. "Therst, if you're going to tell stories like that, at least make it seem like I'm as well endowed as I am. You yourself would know how our family jewels are passed on."

Therst rolls his eyes saying back to his 'cousin' and joking with the lads, still in that sailor tone. No matter how much he drinks he never breaks the facade "Yes, Yes, your a hit with the ladies. But honestly next time you bring a pair of riders home can they not be greens? I thought Ma was going to have a heart attack when one started to glow." he will drink his whiskey, as the bets go he will start making the other fellows at the table share stories and one up each other to keep the focus off the dice. He will lean back and look right at D'ex the shorter man sips his drink but shows that he is still stone sober, giving him a nod before he goes back to the happy banter.

"Greens are the fun ones~ Getting Zynth to chase a brown would be hard." Not that Zynth actually chased often or ever with D'ex's schedule, but it wasn't the truth of this situation that mattered. D'ex's grin grows at the nod. Still Totally Sober? Wonderful! Then D'ex wouldn't have to do all the work. As the table melts into other stories, D'ex starts to stratigically up bets, running his own rolls for exactly what he wanted. And he got them. All of A'ndi's complaining about D'ex's unconventional hobbies were put on the shelf for now. Trick Dice? Rigged Game? This Therst had these guys in his pocket, not something that someone of D'ex's disposition could usually manage. Oh yes. They were winning big tonight. Already, another three ticks down, D'ex knew them all. Double the bet? Oh yes, this was what D'ex was good at. Not dealing with the people. Not charming his way through life. But this, making his luck and drinking other people under the table. Although, he was starting to think that this stranger that Zynth liked might be one of the few people D'ex knew who could out-drink him. Good thing they're on the same side now.

Therst isn't really good with people but he knows how to play a room. He will grin over to one of the riders who will loose as they down their beer and asks "So you know my cousin here, he seems to have the family snowed thinking he is all that and a sack of red fruit. I think it is his dragon that the ladies really love, what do you think?" he will use his hand to drink from his own glass and then glance around to check on the others at the table. They are reaching that part of the game where the little is about to override the others common sense and it can go good or really bad.

D'ex is gunning for Good. Another rider laughs at Therst's words, "The lies! Goodness! D'exy here has won, what, one flight? And your blue can't bother himself to chase but, what? You've only actually chased three times? Your Blue Gay? Unicke? I've heard of blues that have no interest in flying at all! Something wrong with him?" This will pull D'ex's attention breifly from the game. While he might not mind being bad mouthed himself, certianly not minding by a stranger who was helping him fleece these people. But Bad mouthing his dragon? Perhaps D'ex wouldn't mind these next rounds going very badly. An Excuse to deck the guy. Wait. No. A brush of snow touches the blue rider, cooling the temper for now, "Keep your trap to yourself, R'nnar. I don't see your brown catching. I have a 33% sucess rate on flights, far better than your's." Speaking of sucess rates, four win in a row.

That is right keeping your head is your job, Therst gets to be the loose cannon and will grin at R'nnar saying "now that wasn't nice, and I am sorry about your lip". When the brown rider asks whats wrong with his lip Therst will toss the man a right cross and then go back to drinking casually like nothing happened. The brown rider will blink it out for a moment trying to get his drunken mind around the fact his lip might be bleeding. Therst will smile and slide his whiskey over to the man saying "I apologize, I just happen to like that blue dragon you were bad mouthing. How bout you drink my drink and I will by your next two rounds." This and the fact the young man is sitting there grinning at him like a feline the brown rider will chuckle and rub his chin saying "Yeah your D'ex's cousin alright." The last win is completely missed which is good becuase now they think someone lost as Therst shoots another drink.

Zynth really needs to bring home more people like this. If the blue so insisted on continueing to collect people, D'ex wanted more Thersts. Someone else willing to punch a guy for calling Zynth names? Yep. D'ex was no longer going to argue. Zynth could keep Therst. A few more wins, and D'ex would have the points to close the game too far ahead for anyone to contest it. The pot was good tonight, very, very good. The pot tonight was so good, that D'ex was willing to play in a team-game and had been looking for a second. Two more wins and they were done. The touch of snow is gentle, amused, clearly completely unoffended by a drunk man's remarks, but still, Zynth could appreciate the gesture. Keep them down one more win. And the second D'ex had already set.

One more huh? time to switch gears on these boys, he will sit there and recline saying to the others "well boys I am starting to fade and truth be told I got to be at work early so I think next round will have to be it for me" He raises his glass to D'ex saying "sorry Cuz, but it seems you may have to pour me into bed after all." He will grin at the others saying "not that it is hard to pour me anywhere." he looks over to D'ex you better win pal because he is hitting that point that they might start figure it out.

D'ex rolls and his luck holds. For once when it matters, he has this. D'ex ups the bets, and… . they got it. The other players check the board, that nice warm fuzzy suddenly gone. R'nnar is up in a moment, but the game is done. D'ex laughs, "Thanks Therst, but that does it! I'll be pouring you home, but look, we just mopped the floor with these guys!" The laugh is not echoed in the other players as D'ex starts sorting dice back to thier respective owners. The one or two too drunk to see how badly they'd lost remain jovial, but others are ready to call the pair a cheat, but … liquor fuzzying minds does make proving it hard. After all, not everyone knew about D'ex's hobbies with dice. Two bags of marks are dumped on the table, R'nnar ranting as he and his partner leave, D'ex's grin never leaving. One bag is opened, not to count or split, but to pay the bar. After all, they did go through a lot of liquor tonight. As the second pair of players leave the table, D'ex finally grins up to Therst, "Thanks cuz, we need to do this again some time. You know Black Jack?"

Therst will keep the stumbling grinning face as long as he is in the bar. He will get up and start walking to the door passing his cousin before saying "I will meet you at the dragon, I got to use the latrine." He wanders out the front doors of the establishment, he walks over to Zynth and will start collecting his things. When he is sure the others are gone he will stand up straighter and replace his miners knot. Running a hand through his hair it is almost as if he is a new person, scarf wrapped around his neck again he will wait for D'ex to leave the bar as he shoulders his pack.

« Fun? Good game, too many people had D'ex's dice. Went too well. » Zynth did not oppose to cheating on moral grounds, but that such games were very boring to watch. Of course, the show that Therst privided was lots of fun. The Blue's tone remains ever-relaxed, snowflakes playing through Therst's mind lightly as, D'ex settles his exorbant tab and slips out. The man looks around again, a double check that the other players were, indeed gone. "Mr. Therst! I must say, you put on an impressive front!" D'ex does not offer a hand, but one of the bags forward, "Thank you, delightful night!"

Therst shakes his head saying "I didn't know you had rigged dice. I never prefer to win that way." He doesn't seem mad but disappointed he will pull out the flask and take a good long pull from it before saying "you go a head and keep it. It was nice to have a little fun." He looks up at the blue saying "Thanks for watching my stuff, I appreciate it." He will pick up his gear and give the man a grin saying "And thank you, we may have to do it again some time should our time of coincide. You two have a lovely evening now." He will take another pull from the flask and start the long walk back to his room at the Weyr.

Ooooo, Morals. How Disappointing. "If you think it's a short cut, I'll teach you how to make them some time. I can assure you it takes more skill as the next jack." D'ex will not insist the man take the money, but secures the the bags into some of Zynth's leathers, watching the miner leave, "Good night to you, cuz~" Even if the man's opinon was changed, D'ex's wasn't. He liked this one. « Good Night Therst. Thank you for humoring us. » With that, D'ex will mount up, the blue unfolding from his place and take to the sky. There is no cerimony in the parting, simply gone. Business, or game, or whatever the evening was is done, back to the real world of work.

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