Who

Odesse, Vani, Lorawyn

What

A healer, a dolphineer and a greenrider walk into the bar. And that is about all that they agree upon for the rest of the evening!

1 swear, lots of ribbing.

When

It is sunset of the nineteenth day of the tenth month of the sixteenth turn of the 12th pass.

Where

The Tipsy Kitten, Southern Weyr

OOC Date 18 Apr 2019 12:00

 

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"….No."


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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 is the seventy-ninth day of Spring and 94 degrees. It is a beautiful, sunny day marred by the overwhelming humidity.


Spring has more than sprung in Southern and it has started to move perilously close to summer. Even with the sun setting, every door and window of the Kitten has been flung open in a desperate hope of catching a breeze. There's been little luck so far, but Odesse is not one to be put off by a little bit of humidity. The barefoot dolphineer practically bounces to the bar, shedding a bit of sand as she goes. "I'll have one drink. No… TWO drinks!" No specified drink type. Time to live on the wild side tonight!

Perhaps with the constant comings and goings of Weyr residents seeking reprieve from the humidity would be enough to generate the sought after breeze? No? Well, Vani's going to give it the good old college try! Hark! What light through yonder swingy-door breaks? 'Tis Vani, and she's skirting dangerously around the "No Shirt, No Service" rule with something that possibly might have been a larger mans shirt, missing sleeves and a goodly portion of the bottom. IT IS A SHIRT! (I almost typo'ed that, and that would have been bad.) "Why not get the whole bottle?" Vani suggests with the helpfullness of someone who doesn't have time to be running back and forth for things like 'new drinks'.

"Why not just get back there and grab it yourself?" Lorawyn helpfully suggests as she comes in behind Vani in her sneaky way as she tugs at the… shirt. "/What/ are you wearing, Vani?" There's a clear look of distaste for her friend's choice in fashion, clearly.

Odesse actually pshaws at the suggestion of getting the bottle. "Cause if I get the bottle I'd not be able to have one in each hand!" Clearly Odie has her priorities worked out tonight. So does the bartender who brings out Mytsery Drink #1 which is reddish-brown. And Mystery Drink #2 which is clear with some blueberries floating in it. Both of which are accepted with a grin and a small mark piece slipped for a tip. She blinks as the wild healer appears to give fashion commentary. "Ye never seen a shirt before?"

The important bits are covered! The rest is bare to capture whatever breezes she finds (and is just about as effective as the open doors and windows honestly. UGH SOUTHERN!). "I'm comfortable." Vani answers Lorawyn in a tone that those familiar with her have probably come to accept means the opposite. Vani is going to show off her superior thinking skills as she grabs two bottles (one for each hand) as Lorawyn so excellently suggested. Following Odesse to whatever space the 'girls' can carve out she turns towards Lorawyn with guiless expectation. "And what shall you be having this evening, Healer?" Go on a taste adventure, Odesse and Vani will make sure everything turns out okay!

"You call this a shirt?" Lorawyn just shakes her head as she eyes the drinks being handed to Odesse. "Comfortable. Right." A rolling of eyes from the healer as Vani actually does what she suggests. "Surprise me, but don't get crazy," she replies, following Vani to wherever the rider decides to sit.

Let's be honest… Odesse is probably not wearing much more of a 'dress' than their greenrider friend here is. More of a swimsuit coverup. She just shrugs at Lora's bewilderment. "Ye can call anythin' a shirt if yer creative enough!" Drink one is sniffed as she leads the way over to a booth. No lowly table for them. They'll drink in class in their shirts or not-shirts! But it's drink two that gets the first sip and a bit of lip smacking. "Mmmmm. rum." The clear stuff, not the dark one.

What? GO CRAZY! is pretty much what Vani heard. And there is a quick muttered conversation to the barmaid before she quickly moves to slide into the selected booth, shooting a glare at a creepy looking bluerider hoping to get all up on Odesse's business. "Oooh. Should we help Lorawyn put together an outfit?" Between the greenrider and the dolphineer (squee!) they have oodles of creativity right? "Rum is no good." This is a rule Vani has lived by for a few turns now. "I like this stuff…" She holds up the smoky golden bottle (which isn't full, she isn't a complete heathen). "Is it too early to skip the glass?" She asks, because the glasses are aaaall the way over there and she's just sat down.

Lorawyn just makes a noncommittal sound to Odesse's comment as she settles into the booth. "Please don't," she says of the two of them helping her put together an outfit. The healer has her own sense of fashion, tyvm. "What's wrong with rum?" she asks of nobody in particular, especially not Vani. She eyes the smoky bottle skeptically and nods. "Much too early."

Odesse looks at Vani like the woman may have just grown a second head. "Yer crazy." Because to this former Istan, rum is more than good. Rum might be life. And then before Vani can spread her crazy-ways to poor, innocent Lora, she can't help but pipe in. "Nothin's wrong with rum!" As she happily sips down some more of that rum-berry concoction. Although the golden bottle is eyed with curiousity. "How much of that will she need to drink before we CAN make her an outfit?"

"I don't know!" Vani answers cheerfully. "Want to find out?" She hisses, but most of the bar can probably hear her honestly. "It gives me terrible hangovers, but it is your own personal head so…" And with a shrug and a nod of her head Vani makes her position clear. Rather fortuitously it is at this moment that the barmaid arrives with a large deceptively fruity cocktail. "This'll put hairs on your chest!" Vani announces before requesting that glass. "Oh…I mean it's full of fruit, and fruit is healthy." Of course it is also full of alcohol… but Lorawyn doesn't need to know that.

Indeed, Lorawyn is looking veeeeeery skeptical at this moment as she eyes the large fruity cocktails. "I'm quite sure I don't want any hair on my chest," she says with a wrinkle of her nose. She eyes the two other women and shakes her head. "No amount of alcohol will change /that/ decision, I 'll have you two know." Lora, the party pooper, even as she sips at the rather sweet cocktail a bit cautiously.

"Yeeeeees," Odesse cackles gleefully. Although there's a fifty fifty chance, Odie might be drinking quick enough that she'll be easily distracted before they can find out how many drinks it takes to get to the makeover portion of the night. Although as soon as Lora is party pooping, the dolphineer is sticking out her tongue until she's oohing at the fruity cocktail. "I've had that one before! For my last turnday!"

Vani flicks a quick wink at the dolphincrafter before responding. "And look at you! Fit as a fiddle!" She'll just continue the health benefits of this particular 'smoothie' even as Lorawyn takes her tentative sip. "Sharddit. I forgot to ask the barmaid for a glass." With a great deal of huffing she attempts to catch the attention of these newer, clearly less able barmaids to no avail. "If I have to get up…" She promises direly. These micro-moods are TOTALLY NATURAL AND NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT. "One day you will change your mind on something and actually have fun fun Lora." Comes her prediction even as she goes in search of a glass. It doesn't have to be clean; it only needs a hole in one end.

The healer will thoroughly just ignore the scheming of the other two as she sips very slowly at the cocktail, clearly finding it palatable enough for her tastes at least. Lorawyn won't go into detail about how exactly these aren't really healthy in the least. Another noncomittal sound for Vani's 'prediction'. "Really, that's just wishful thinking on her part. At least I'm drinking, aren't I?"

Odesse flexes one of her arms that's not currently holding a glass (since drink 2 is on the table for later) for demonstration. Super fit. As for Vani's dilemma, she shrugs. "Ye could just ye know… drink it." Or another shrug as the greenrider is off on her SEARCH. There's a smile for Lora and her drinking. "Ye are indeed. 'n fun doesn't have to be a sleep slope. It can be a gradual slide." She just wooshes her hand to demonstrate. The end of the slide just happens to end at picking up her other drink.

Vani returns! With an ale mug that isn’t' entirely empty, but she soon sees to that despite the protests of the mugs previous owner (mmm second hand beer!). "I will! I will, give me a moment will you?" Geeze, Odesse is so demanding! With a flourish she finally opens her bottle and pours a generous measure… and then a second one for luck. "I'm sure we'll find something to do we can all agree on." She declares before taking her first sip of the evening (second hand beer doesn't count). Of course it might just end up drinking enough unhealthy drinks so that they can pretend that the humidity doesn't bother them. That's something right?

One of Lorawyn's brows hitches up at Vani in a 'Did you really just steal someone's mug' look. But she clearly isn't going to actually ask out loud because that's obviously what her friend just did. "I prefer the gradual slide at this moment," she says to Odesse before taking another sip of her cocktail. Sometimes you need to get drunk, sometimes you just need to be just tipsy enough to feel good. Or to pretend like the humidity doesn't exist.

SOOOOOO demanding, but maybe that's cause Odie has almost finished her first drink and is now picking out the remaining booze-berries. She gives a very hearty nod of approval of Vani's acquisition skills. A mug plus free drink is always a win, even if it's of questionable origins. "I mean, we can always just start playin' dragonpoker. Although with the heat, there wouldn't be much to take off if folks start losin'…"

Vani wrinkles her nose. "Ugh, I don't know where those cards have been." So that's a no to dragonpoker. "I don't know where you've been." Vani adds after a pause, almost succeeding at keeping a straight face right up to the last moment. Lorawyn isn't the only victim focus of her sometimes warped humor. "It's not a slide if you have to butt-scoot. It's more of a flat." She flutters her lashes for a moment before taking a sip or two more. "You still picking flowers?" Might as well get that out of the way while everyone is still sober.

"I think it's you two that don't have much to take off if you start losing," Lorawyn points out as she leans back in her seat. "Can't even go for a swim because even the water's warm." Like, what the heck, right? "Flowers?"

Odesse waggles her eyebrows appropriately waggishly at Vani. "Wouldn't ye like to know?" It's safe to guess the ocean. And the beach. Regardless of whether Lora agrees about the water being too hot. There's a grin for Lora's answer though. "So that's two votes for the poker!" More eyebrow wagging and drink sipping. "And you can always scoot right into the water. The dolphins don't drink." So they can have sober chaperones!

"Herbs?" Flowers? Same/diff right? "Why aren't you a master already with all the working you do?" Vani did ask nicely first! And because Odesse is doing things with her eyebrows Vani will join right in with her own magnicently beastly specimens. "They don't need to." Vani points out, dolphins being dolphins after all. "Oh oh oh!" Wait a minute Vani has been thinking, why this hasn't occured to her earlier is probably because she might have pre-gamed. "Guys!" Technically girls, but whatevs. "I.." She pauses dramatically, as if on the cusp (or cups as I typo'ed) of a life-changing announcement. "…have a dragon!" OMG A PERN-WIDE PUB CRAWL KGO!

"Oh. Well, of course. I'm /working/ on the Master part. I have to be a Senior Journeyman first before I get to that point." Doesn't Vani know how progression works?! "No no, no dragonpoker." These girls… Lorawyn shakes her head before lifting a brow at Vani again at her dramatics. She sips slowly at her drink. "….No." Before Vani can even finish her sentence.

Odesse snaps her fingers in faux-disappointment as the poker idea is firmly nixed. Good thing she can drown her sorrows in Mystery Drink number two. "Yer right. They definitely don't need to drink." She can certainly imagine the chaos a drunk pod could come up with though. And while Lora might be saying no, Odie is leaning forward. "Yeeeeeesssss…..?" She'll enable these poor decisions? What could go wrong besides being lost between forever or becoming a part of a mountain side?

If that was the destiny in store for Vani and Caelisth, it probably would have happened already. But it hasn't, so everyone is (probably) safe! "You always say that." Vani pouts at Lorawyn before knocking back the rest of her mug. And no, Vani really doesn't understand how working works. Well not the kind of working that Lorawyn does. "But if you want to sit here stewing in your own butt-sweat, who am I to argue?" This is just the start of Vani's arguments honestly. Odesse gets a grin with brightly glittering eyes that almost conjures the word 'VAY-CAY!' "We" She gestures expansively at herself and Odesse. "can find somewhere more… temperate. Maybe even put on real clothes!"

Lorawyn just simply shakes her head at the two as she relaxes quite contently in her seat, sipping away at her ONE cocktail. Unlike these alcoholics here. She just grins over at Vani's pouting. "Just go to Southern Mountain Hold," she suggests in a joking tone.

Alcoholics might be a strong word. Possibly accurate, but strong. The wheels begin turning in Odesse's head at the thought of somewhere more temperate, but she scrunches up her nose at the idea of the Southern Mountains. "I don't think I got enough real clothes for that." She's a tropical girl living in a mostly tropical world!

"I said temperate, not 'I want to freeze my tits off." The problem with bringing together three strong independent women who don't need no man (Although Vani has one at home just in case), is that consensus is virtually and literally and impossibly impossible. "Besides Odesse doesn't have enough real clothes” She got you Odie. So it's back to the drinking again. SOME THINGS NEVER CHANGE!

"I figured it would be the same thing for you," Lora says cheekily as she finishes sipping the rest of her drink. "Could always buy more clothes. Or wrap yourself up in a blanket," she suggests helpfully. Because she's feeling especially cheeky today, especially with that more-alcohol-than-she-expected cocktail.

"Where are we gonna buy more clothes at this hour?" Odesse might be conveniently forgetting that SOMEONE in this group has a dragon and it's still shopping time somewhere on Pern. "Or maybe someone just wants us to get our fingers all frostbitten so she won't have to take a second drink!" That's a suspicious look over towards Lora. And then a shrug. "I think I might have a riding jacket somewhere. But no pants."

Vani's eyes widen with surprise. "Would you listen to that sassy mouth!" She nudges Odesse in shock (even if her dark, dark eyes glimmer with awe). "I'd ask if you kiss anyone with that sassy mouth. But I know you don't!" Finally! Now that the alcohol is entering the bloodstream the night is getting more interesting. "Eh, pants are over-rated." Vani admits with a shrug, before looking about the room. "Except on that guy. He could probably use two sets of pants." There is a surreptitious head-tilt towards the wagoneer in question before Vani launches into a whole bunch of shit talking that isn't too much fun fun, but isn't a slow glide either. JUST the right amount of fun.

And they all lived drunkenly ever after. For tonight.

WOO.

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