Who

N'tash, Ramita

What

Someone's watering down drinks in the Kitten! At least until Ramita and N'tash save the day!

RP-tag

When

It is evening of the thirteenth day of the eighth month of the eleventh turn of the 12th pass.

Where

Southern Weyr - The Tipsy Kitten

OOC Date 05 Aug 2017 05:00

 

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"No offense, but your taste in beer is terrible. This stuff is kind of awful."


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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.


Evening, with most of the day having been dry, thankfully, with just Southern's humid chill to deal with. N'tash pushes through the swinging door, announcing happily, "Hey, I'm back!" Which might be kind of sad, considering he only gets a couple of odd glances, plus a wave from the bartender. N'tash doesn't seem to care, though, as he saunters up to the bar and slaps a hand down on it. "It's my Turnday! Give me a drink to help me celebrate!" He might have even had a couple before he sauntered in here, judging from the way he's acting.

Ramita has her icy blue eyes focused on the particular bartender in front of her. Whatever has happened before, the small vintner does not look pleased. For those familiar with the Kitten (*cough*N'tash*cough*), this bartender is new. "Sir, either you're a liar or an idiot. Is there anybody here that knows what they're doing?" The last is asked to the crowd as a whole. Or maybe it's a rhetorical question. It's at least loud enough for anybody to overhear.

N'tash came in for a drink, people. And if some lady (however pretty she might be) is monopolizing the bartender, he isn't going to get his drink. So he takes his sauntering over to the bartender (new guy? Yeah, but N'tash won't hold it against him) and the brown-haired chick. "Hey, what's going on? You guys short-handed tonight or what?" Because that's the only reason he can think of that he doesn't have a drink in his hand yet.

"Taste that," And Ramita will solve N'tash's lack of drink problem by pushing over a dark beer towards the bronzerider. Arms crossed as she waits for him to taste the offending drink. Even with what little she's said, the Benden in her accent is clearly pronounced, along with her knot on her shoulder. It's not just anybody monopolizing the bartender, it's a vintner for some reason.

N'tash really should pay more attention to knots. I mean, they're right there, so close to a woman's… other assets… and it wouldn't be that difficult to just look to the side, would it? But it seems like he has other things on his mind at the moment. "Thank you, my lovely," he says, accepting the drink. "Anyone tell you that you have extraordinarily beautiful eyes?" He gives her a winning smile, then takes a drink of the beer. Swallows, frowns. "No offense, but your taste in beer is terrible. This stuff is kind of awful."

Ramita rolls her eyes the attempt at flirting. Normally she has a big burly man following along behind her to keep that type of commentary to a minimum, but it seems like her escort was left at home in Igen today. There's a frown as he insults her professional skills. "My taste in beer is excellent. That," A finger points at that cursed glass "has been watered down." Cue staring back down at the bartender. If she looks at him hard enough, can she make him explode?

"What? No way!" N'tash protets, immediately coming to the defense of the Kitten. "They wouldn't do that!" He takes another drink, makes a face, and puts the glass back onto the bar. "You're right, this sucks." He takes up a matching glare at the bartender too. "Is it you? You under some kind of delusion that hard-drinking Southerns wouldn't notice when something was wrong with our booze? Where'd this cask come from, anyway?" Assuming the guy isn't just sloshing a bit of water in with his pour, and it's actually a problem with the cask.

"And he was fool enough to try and pass of that drink to a vintner! I've made that beer before!" Ramita's got her hands on her hip and her glare game is on point. The bartender seems to be a lot more concerned now that she's recruited a local and a bronzerider in with these accusations. "I… uh… I just…" He's going to point. With one of the bar rags. There's a couple different casks in the direction he's pointing.

N'tash makes his way behind the bar, invited or not. "All right, then. Time to test out the casks, right?" He dumps the bad beer down a sink behind the bar, then takes his glass over to the indicated casks. "Which one, this? or this? We probably should check them all, right? For quality control?" He pours himself a glass, which turns out to be the dark beer. Tentatively, he takes a drink, then he makes a face. He pushes it towards the vinter for her taste.

Ramita will follow along with the bronzerider on the opposite side of the bar. She doesn't actually own this place, but she is doing a public service for all of Southern's booze drinking citizens! Still, let N'tash be the one behind the bar. She was about to point out the correct cask when he guesses anyway and gets it right. She takes a small drink, face contemplates for a second and then glares back at the bartender. "Well, the cask wasn't the problem." J'accuse!

N'tash gives a very stern look at the bartender. "Are you really even a bartender?" he asks the man. "Or have you kidnapped one of our real bartenders, so you can give us all watered-down drinks? If that's your plan, you are a very, very bad man." N'tash's imagination is getting a little out of control here. "Can we call the Weyr guards? Can we get the guy arrested for watering drinks?" Or is that just a crime against good taste and good manners?

"I am a bartender!" The man's going to mumble back. Any of the serving girls can confirm he was hired as a bartender having said he served drinks in Bitra before. Today was his first day at the Kitten. Ramita shrugs as for calling the guards. "I'm not from Southern, but in Igen, we would. Defrauding customers is a crime." She's still got her glare on the barkeep incase he does get the crazy idea to try and run away. Now the entire bar is staring at him though.

The guardhouse is literally just around the corner from here. Another bar patron will run for help from the guards, and N'tash will stand between this guy and the door to keep him from running off. He stares down the man even as he keeps talking to the vinter. "Why would he even water down the drinks himself, though? It isn't like he's got a take on the booze. What's it to him if his pours or heavy or light?"

"Selling drinks on the side?" Ramita's going to suggest cooly. Also, she's totally going to continue drinking the unwatered beer. "Or he's just an idiot and someone in Bitra taught him that's how beer was served." She shrugs since she doesn't really care either way. He still watered the drinks and wrong is wrong! At least when it comes to booze.

The bad bartender apparently doesn't offer any excuses, just looks miserable when the Weyr guards come and take him away for a little chat. Which leaves, like no one behind the bar except for N'tash and the vinter lady. If they were smart, they'd just close the place up. But no one ever accused N'tash of being smart. He grabs a rocks glass and splashes some whiskey in with a little ice. "What if he were just trying to protect people from hangovers? You know, help them drink more water." It's a community service, people.

Ramita is at least smart enough not to have herself behind the bar. She can offer advice to N'tash on how to make drinks as other patrons come up though, because there's totally a dude that's trying to request the rider serve him an Istan Island Ice Tea. "He could also just serve half the drink if he were trying to 'protect' people," and she's totally doing finger quotes around the words. "What he was doing was making people pay full price for half the alcohol."

N'tash has consumed an Istan Island Iced Tea before, but not actually made one, so let's just say this is a new experience. With Ramita's advice, he pours about six different liquors into a glass over ice and hands it to the guy. The guy pays, tipping well. "Nice! Maybe this evening will pay for my next evening out," he says, dropping the change into the tip jar. Is there a rule against bartenders drinking as they work? Probably, but N'tash doesn't know it. And he'll end up working on his Turnday, but maybe it's the fun kind of work. He casts a smile over at the vinter. "Hey, I don't think I caught your name. I'm N'tash, bronze Enzoth's."

It's a good thing the guy tipped well. N'tash was definitely overpouring but considering the waterdowned drinks of earlier, Ramita's not correcting that. And she has her own drink to consume as well. And if asked about bartenders drinking as they work, she'd call it quality control. "I'm Ramita Steen. From Igen. So think you're going to find a second line of work?" There's the smallest hint of smile on her face.

Yes, N'tash is clearly making up for the earlier weak drinks. "Wow, from Igen, huh? And you came all the way to Southern Weyr to confront a bartender about watered down drinks? That's… amazing." He laughs at the possibility of a second job. "Nah. K'vvan would probably kick my ass if I was staying up all night in a bar all the time. I have all the other things to learn with Ocelot. You know… search and rescue things." And N'tash sounds super knowledgable about it all at this point, doesn't he?

"That wasn't the only reason I came down here," Whatever that reason might be, Ramita's not sharing. "But since I was served a watered down drink, I thought it was my professional duty to step in." At the mention of knowing search and resuce things she just stares. "Uh huh." Just about as knowledgeable as she sounds about it.

That stare earns Ramita a stare of challenge right back. "Yeah, search and rescue. So if you ever need to be searched or rescued, you know who to call, right?" his straight face breaks, though, and he grins. "We drinkers of Southern thank you for your professional knowledge and duty. We can't have the Kitten's reputation damaged. There aren't that many places to drink around here."

"I'll keep that in mind if I ever need to be searched or rescued. Hopefully I'll be in the position to actually call," Ramita's tone is completely deadpan and she doesn't break off the staring contest, so SHE WINS! Also, she totally finishes her beer right about now. "I was also doing it for my personal reputation. Wouldn't want it be known that I don't know my beers even if I do make whiskey. And you could always come to Igen sometime." For now, she's going to wave and just walk on out. Presumably there's some dragonrider somewhere to take her back home. N'tash is definitely too drunk.

N'tash grins even more brightly when Ramita mentions whiskey. "Really? Maybe I'll stop by and say hi the next time I'm in Igen. I do make it up there on occasion." He has a couple of dragonpoker buddies there. Just as long as he remembers her name tomorrow morning. Knowing his luck, he'll get up there and all he'll remember is "Steen." He gives a wave to the vinter as she walks out, then takes on the serious job of manning the bar until closing time. He makes a few Marks in tips, and he makes a few new friends as well, so all in all, a pretty good Turnday.

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