Who

Drex, Sorvani

What

Another day, another shared shift at the 'Kitten.

Bar-scuffle
Non-consensual groping

When

It is evening of the tenth day of the twelfth month of the ninth turn of the 12th pass.

Where

The Tipsy Kitten, Southern Weyr

OOC Date 15 Jan 2017 11:00

 

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"It's complete chaos."


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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.


The evening crowd of the Tipsy Kitten is quieter than usual. A Guard stands stiffly by the bar, face blank and stance square, surely the reason for the sombre mood. Behind the bar stands his charge, red hair tidy, movements relaxed and easy, Drex has continued to work. It had taken a lot, but here he was, allowed to continue his shifts at the Kitten, but only if his ever constant 'escort' was present. A slight shadow of a bruise can be seen just below Drex's eye, a sign that he and his escort didn't always get along, especially that first day. However, Drex showing any sort of cheek to whoever had been assigned to him equalled Drex getting punched OR Drex being escorted back to the brig. It depended on the guard and what exactly came out of Drex's smart mouth, but it was a system that worked and Drex had mellowed to his armed shadows relatively easily. After all, being hit was better than being in the brig, but not being hit AND not being in the brig was best.

Once again Sorvani breezes through the swinging doors of the Tipsy Kitten. The tension she has felt since that first night when she came home to the pirate on the couch has eased. After exchanging muted greetings with the regulars that she actually likes, she makes her way to the bar and her apron. Which of course brings her attention to Drex, and that shadow under his eye. There is the barest flicker of a smirk before she settles her face into passivity. "Hey." It's neutral and sort of tense, but hey she's starting a discussion.

Drex looks up, a smile is offered and he bobs his head to her slightly, "Good evening Miss~ I hope the weyr hasn't fallen into disarray with my absence?" A'hali's weyr that is. After all such things ought to remain clean once fixed. Drex had been tempted to drag one of his escorts to the ship weyr to check that everything was still in order, but there was a reluctance to getting his guards to do much of anything for him. His attention turns back to the drink at hand, mixed, and handed across the bar to the patron who'd ordered it. And a good evening to you too~ Drex's mood in incredible for one who had barely escaped house arrest.

"Eh." Sorvani replies noncommittally. "It's complete chaos." The salt and pepper shakers are totally out of their little marked box! After tying on her apron, and grabbing her rag she's off to circulate through the patrons, taking empty glasses and taking orders. It's work, it's not entirely thrilling 100% of the time, no matter how glamorous bartending sounds. "They want beers at that booth over there." She informs Drex with a significant look. The booth in question is probably generating most of the noise this evening, and Sorvani doesn't really want to deal with them.

Drex tenses slightly at that. Chaos? Drat, he'd have to get his guard to let him go and check. Maybe she was just messing with him? Hopefully, "Well I will certainly endeavour to fix that. When possible." There is a glance to his escort as he makes his way around the bar and frowns slightly at the table in question. Well. Okay. A smile at his guard, then Drex is heading over. What can he get for these gentlemen? They were hoping for the pretty bartender, not him. The other one. Is she single? No? Could she be convinced otherwise? Did they plan on ordering anything? OH! Yes! Drex is back, refilling glasses, sliding a glass over toward his guard, delivering glasses, and back, "Tell me Miss, why do most people come to a weyr?" He came for a job, which didn't work out well? Ish?

Sorvani is busy putting together drinks for the other tables, moving with practised efficiency. "Lots of reasons." She answers, borrowing from A'hali's large supply of small to little words. "Work. Mostly." She concedes with a shrug, carefully topping off a glass with a small flourish. "I didn't know there were any other places to go when I first got to Southern." LOOK she shared something personal. Drinks made, she'll just slip her way out and begin her round of deliveries, drinks with a smile and maybe the odd joke. EXCEPT for that one booth, she doesn't seem like she's deliberately avoiding them, but somehow her path never makes it close.

Being Southern-Born, Drex wasn't sure why the whole planet didn't live in Southern. It was Paradise. Okay, it wasn't, but it didn't have Snow. However, he nods, work. It made sense. The roughty table only grows in volume, a few calls to Sorvani, an attempt to lure her toward them, "The weyr seems to have a place for everyone." Even people like him, in the brig, "So you're a northerner?" Another Nod, "No wonder you have that oddity in your voice." It is a passing comment, then Drex is moving away again, toward the loudness and putting a basket of rolls on their table. Complimentary, in the hopes of quieting them down.

Sorvani's dark eyes dart to the rowdy young men at the booth in question with the slightest of head-shakes. "Assholes." She mutters quietly under her breath before tossing a few drinks out to a couple of patrons at the bar. "Igen. But travelled for a bit." She tells Drex as he returns. "I'm sure that's come up before." She reminds him, of their first meeting, and the last time he was in the brig. With a heartily tired sigh, she takes up a tray. Time to collect the empty glasses again. This time when she leaves the bar her dark eyes dart towards Drex's guard, still standing at attention, although glassy eyed because nothing is really happening.

A tray is delivered to the kitchen and at his return Drex shrugs, "Maybe it did, maybe not, but either way I don't recall." Most of his time in the brig is tucked away and promptly forgotten. Another glance toward that table and Drex sighs lightly, in their haste and drunken reflexes, a glass has been spilled better go deal with that. A rag is collected and Drex is on it, mentally cursing light weights. The guard remains motionless, nothing is boring. In fact, following Drex around all day is boring, even though the guards switched at lunch. Boring. Drex behaved and respected weapons. This guard in particular had never had an issue with the man beyond a few requests to wander the Craft Halls. Thoughts were not in the bar, but at the guard's barracks where cards were surely in full swing and friends were surely having lots of fun. Without him. While he stood in a bar. Watching an attempted-murderer serve drinks. Not exactly life goals.

Sorvani swings around the tables collecting glasses as she goes, collecting them in groups of two or three with the ease of many turns of the same thing night after night. Perhaps it is the familiarity of her chores and the unfamiliarity of the booth in question, but she strays just that little to close. Obviously deciding that Sorvani is only playing hard to get, one of the lads decides to take matters into his own hands. LITERALLY. Fortified by beer and the bravado of his mates, he sweeps the rather slight barmaid up into a passionate kiss, one hand immediately grabbing her ass. Sorvani would probably be yelling her nut off, but there is a tongue slobbering around her mouth and she doesn't really want to risk it entering. Instead she lets the tray with all the glasses drop with a loud SMASHTINKLE, so that she can start smacking the arm of the offending gentleman vigorously. THIS IS NOT CONSENSUAL!

Drex is on the other side of the table, cleaning up the spill, but that crash has him and many other people in the bar launching to their feet. The young man is a decent sized guy, no wonder Sorvani isn't getting away easily and her struggling only seems to encourage him. It happened quickly, the room suddenly in motion. A hand is suddenly yanking the youth's head back, a fist full of hair is hard to fight against and the young man's head is suddenly introduced to the table top. Once, twice, everyone at the booth is up and yelling, the quiet of the bar is shattered by hollering, someone steps forward to try to get Sorvani back and Drex continues to introduce the kid's head to the table, he's lost count. The bored guard is in motion too slow to stop blood, pushing through the crowd, and adding his own voice to the yelling. As quickly as it started, it is just as quickly over. The guard's sword is out and pointing at Drex, the room is hushed. The teenager's nose is crooked, face already puffing up and bloody. There is no movement but hushed words can just barely be heard, Drex's hissing into the young man's ear, "If You … .ever again … . .Dead man." The broken fragments of the mutter are not clear, but the threat in all of Drex's moves are. The motionless sword and Guard are registered. Drex is slowly letting go of the kid's head, straightening, and stepping back hands in the air.

Sorvani is no stranger to barfights. So far, the ones at the 'Kitten that she has seen have had a friendly sort of feel to them, the punches gentle, and the kicks almost loving. But she's never caused one before. So she's happy to be herded back to the outskirts watching with large dark eyes even as her wrist comes up to scrub her face of boozy slobber. The rest of the patrons for the most part are doing a damned fine job of indicating that the entire table is no longer welcome, without actually resorting to violence. After his close introduction to the tabletop, the offender is more than happy to leave 'this fucking dump and the cock-teasing waitress' and him and his trader mates leave trying to look as if it is totally their choice and they haven't lost face. As everyone settles back into their pre-excitement positions, Sorvani pours herself a drink with shaking hands. That's not really going so well.

Drex has moved back to the bar as things quiet down, his guard looking less than pleased, sword still out and trained toward Drex. Hands remain up and given the locked eyes between escort and escorted, the battle of wills debates over an early night to the brig or letting Drex finish his shift. That kid better be getting to a healer or that pretty face of his will be hosting a crooked nose for the rest of his life. The silence between the two is broken when Sorvani gets that drink, Drex's attention turning to her, hands still to the sky, "You okay Miss?" She didn't look okay, but he didn't mean mentally, "The asshole won't be back." Drex was pretty sure of that.

Sorvani eventually manages to get enough of whatever is in the first bottle she grabbed into the glass and not on to the bar top to slam back her first drink. "I'm fine." She answers with a voice still burning from alcohol and shock. Despite her shaking hands, her expression is sharp, almost familiar seeing as she has been treating Drex to a lesser version of the same face since he moved in (well when she couldn't avoid him of course). Another drink is poured, with less wastage than the first. And it is only then that the tension of fear starts to leave her face, the sharpness fading. "Thank you?" She sounds almost confused. "I wasn't expecting…" She gestures towards the table, the violence of his response was something she was expecting, but in her defence was something she was not.

Drex's eyes remain locked on her, flickering over the shaking hands to the slosh on the table, but the mess is not commented on. "Your welcome." To say he was surprised by the tables actions would be lie, one more glance to his guard and he sighs lightly. "Have some whiskey. Faster acting and will take care of that tremor." His tone is flat, eyes darting out to the rest of the bar. They had the decency to not starting calling for service for a few minutes. Good people. "And get a bite to eat, stress can do bad things to an empty stomach." Still avoiding looking back at his guard, Drex's attention turns to the kitchen. One of them could replace him. Given that the guard's sword had yet to return to its sheath, Drex wasn't going to be finishing this shift. The wrong thing for the right reason. It would probebly be written in his record as 'over use of violence' or something cute like that. Best not worry about that now, "Something starchy. And Whiskey. Cools a head."

Sorvani quirks a brow. "I thought this was the whiskey." Despite her still quite obvious shock, a glimmer of humour is still present. With a frown she looks at the label of the bottle she was still clutching. "You've been fixing things again haven't you?" There isn't much rancour in her voice as she makes this observation. Switching bottles she pours herself a third drink, and instead of slamming it back she sips in between deep breaths, obviously battling hard to regain some control. Once the tremors of her hands become less visible she nods at the guard and his still drawn sword. "I think you can put that away now. The excitement is all over." With that done she'll just pop back into the kitchen for a sandwich or something. "My name is Sorvani." She says from the doorway before she disappears.

Drex nods, "Of course. Perhaps fixing things a little at a time will acclimate you people to it's rightness." This is said dryly, clearly seeing no humor in the Kitten's usual organization. At the statement to the guard, the man doesn't speak, eyes flickering to Sorvani then back to his charge. Both men are silent as Sorvani makes her exit to the kitchen. Once gone, the guard steps back, one hand to the side, an indication for Drex to leave. His apron is removed, folded, and placed carefully on the counter, then he dips his head lightly to the guard and exits. Back to the brig, early tonight. No goodbye, the two are gone by the time Sorvani gets back from the kitchen.

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