Who

D'wane, Talya, Va'os

What

Three riders stumble into the Tipsy Kitten after losing a green flight.

Swearing

When

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

Where

The Tipsy Kitten

OOC Date 11 May 2019 07:00

 

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"We deserve something nice out of this, right? Even if we're gonna regret the morning."


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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.


D'wane wasn't lying when he said Kitten. Now. Although the actual act of getting there took a bit longer than he would have liked, at least even though he stumbled a few times through the jungle, he never landed on his face. Once in the bar, the shirtless and currently bootless bronzerider has his priorities. First is getting not just one, but two pitchers of beer and the second is to slide into a booth with a hearty sigh that is then promptly followed up with a chug from one of those pitchers. No glass needed, right?

Va'os probably tripped and landed on his face at some point but if there's evidence of it, it's suspiciously missing! Jungles aren't friendly when sober and his head is definitely not on straight right now. He makes it though and in one piece! Not in the best of moods but… hey, that's nothing new with him! He, at least, has his boots and is only breaking the 'no shirt, no service' rule if Pern HAD those! Spotting D'wane taking up the booth, he's going to hit up the bar first. His poison his the hard stuff tonight and he somehow sweet talks a half-empty bottle out of the bartender. Glasses? Pfft. Nah, he'll be just as classy as D'wane here and sip from the bottle. "Well. How many is this now?" Hey dude. Don't mind him, he's just gonna ungracefully flop into the nearest chair.

Talya had a nice trek BARE FOOT around jungle until she found where her dragon landed and then took a quicker route back. Once upon a time she may have coddled the tantrum-throwing brown and distracted him but now she just lets him wallow so that she can get properly wasted. Or other things. That dragon lost exponentially more than he ever caught when she does allow him to chase, and she's put in her coddling quota. She's slipped D'wane's shirt but there's still no shoes as she trudges into the Kitten, glaring at anyone that dares to try to turn her away. Does the bar even have a 'no shirt, no shoes, no service policy??' Either way, she's going to steal more than garments from the bronzerider today, slumping into his booth with only a nod to their Weyrleader (no formalities when they're all just part of a loser club right?) and grabs the second pitcher. "Straight from the pitcher? What are you, a wildling?" She waves a waitress for glasses but doesn't care to wait long for them. She's thirsty and takes a few gulps from it just the same.

D'wane raises an eyebrow at Va'os' question. "Are you one of those that actually counts?" Cause D'wane isn't. Mostly because as cocky as Rocketh might be, the bronze does have a pretty sizable losing record since he fully believes you always miss the shots you don't take. Right now, he's probably wallowing somewhere while eyeing up which might be the next potential green he'll have a chance to chase. Once Talya joins his booth, the eyebrow turns on her. The purloined shirt is going unnoticed for the moment as he just shrugs. "Sometimes you don't wanna waste a drop." Glug, glug, glug!

"What?" Cue an indignant snort and scoff from Va'os with the bottle half way to his mouth for another shallow sip. "You crazy? I'd never keep up!" Geez, D'wane! "… I only count the ones that matter." Now he's grinning, a touch near the grimacing side and an exhaled breath that is more sigh and curse mixed into one. This sucks. "Hey, Talya! You survived." Since they're all skipping formal greetings, he'll just throw that one out as a 'hello, good to see you'. "Cut some slack," he mutters, while lifting his own bottle as if to toast to her and D'wane both. "We deserve something nice out of this, right? Even if we're gonna regret the morning." Well. HE might regret the morning because he doesn't have the decency to stop at 'mildly buzzed'.

Talya glances up from the beer in front of her to Va'os as she quips, "The only ones that matter would be the ones that win you that fancy knot, right?" She would point it out, except the man is shirtless. So she just gives him an appraising up and down look instead. There's at least the arrival of glasses, which somehow Talya decides is better to drink out of. Easier to grip. She pours herself the beer to the brim and then chugs that halfway, fills it up again, and finally settles in with this glass for now. "Something nice out of this?" she echoes Va'os, quirking her head at him. "Are your marks buying all the rest of the rounds after this? That'd make my night a little nicer. Not good still, but a bit okay." There's not going to be any stopping for this rider, either. The goal is to get drunk as fast as possible. Who is going to win this race now?

"I'll be sure to let Vani know she's one of the ones that matters for you," D'wane grins as that raised eyebrow turns into a waggling eyebrow. Nevermind that the odds of him actually being in shape to remember anything in the morning is abysmally small. Those glasses that Talya ordered are eyed, but he doesn't grab one yet. He's got a handle on the pitcher, so all good here. "One good thing about Puma, I don't have any dawn drills in the morning." Maybe some pleasantly scheduled mid-afternoon ones. And then there's a blink over at the brownrider. "Weren't you a bartender at one time? Don't you got any…" He waves a hand in the direction of the bar. "Connections?"

That's why Va'os risked actually blurting it out loud! NO ONE (someone's) going to remember his little goof up and while he smirks at D'wane's waggling brow, he doesn't deny it! "No, I never wanted it!" He's quick to point out to Talya, gesturing with a point of his digit finger while the others are occupied wrapped around the neck of the bottle. "Tsiroth's a bastard and keeps somehow winning THOSE flights!" Her appraising look isn't lost on him and that'll bring a wry half-grin and a little looky-loo in turn from him. What is it with him and female brownriders? He gives D'wane a mock glare for rubbing it in about having no drills. "Yeah, well… I'll just have Evka cover for me!" Sorry not sorry. Does he miss it, picking up all the slack? "Oh, I can think of a lot of ways to make this night not so much of a loss!" he boasts to Talya. Someone stop him now, please, before he puts ideas into motion! "I can buy rounds if that's what you're angling for. Only it'd be shots and we'll see who goes down first." It takes a second, then his brows furrow. "Wait. That came out wrong."

Perhaps the glass is also so that Talya can do something with her hands, like refills! A pitcher is not lasting long at all, in fact, as she tops off her glass yet again. She gives D'wane a good eye roll before glancing around them and to see where the bar's workers are currently stationed. She leans forward as if sharing a secret, "Nope," she says clearly and with a pop of her lips. "No connections. I mean, sure, they're lenient sometimes but there's only so much I can push or extras I can ask. Nothing like freebies here, unless you tip well and depends on who is working." And hey, girl's gotta keep her own marks at the end. She eyes slide back to Va'os and she can't say the night is going too bad with the eye candy she's getting from the bronzeriders. "Gotta be a little piece of you that probably wants it, cause it doesn't sound too bad being the boss." Talya smirks into her glass as she takes a swig. This isn't a job application for her, though, R'zel probably knows she's one of his laziest riders, and more than once late to those morning drills. Looks like this might be another. She sets the glass down with an audible thump. Bad phrasing or not, Talya immediately jumps at the opportunity, "Order away, boss man."

Judging by the fact that D'wane isn't begging to be added back to a full fighting wing should probably make it pretty dang clear his stance on retaking the weyrsecond knot. Evka can wear it just fine. Even as he takes another massive drink from his pitcher, the man shrugs. "It's a pity." That talya doesn't have any useful connections from her bartending days. And he almost snorts out some of that beer as Va'os mangles his words. "Looks like you might already be behind on that."

"Shut up," Va'os quips in more bro-like fashion to D'wane and without any heat. Obvious more-so by the crooked grin! He'll set the bottle aside, with some of the amber liquid within yet to be consumed. If they're gonna do this right, he can't be mixing! "For the record? It's not all sunshine and rainbows being at the top!" Yet here he is. Southern's Weyrleader for however-many Turns and through just about every scenario! "Deal!" Before either Talya or D'wane (because he's in too, right? NO ESCAPE) can change their minds or his, he's going to flag down a server and place that order. ROUND ONE! "We gonna throw some wagering in or just stick to the good 'ol whoever is the last one left, wins?" It'll remain to be seen if he'll keep up to his boasts on alcohol tolerance! There will be much bantering (with increasing crudeness and word muddling), definitely more appraising and suggestive looks on his part and when the drink really kicks in… an attempted game of footsie under the table (he'll probably accidentally get D'wane instead of Talya). Regardless of the details, Va'os will forget about the flight loss and instead enjoy a carefree night of booze and companionship — until reality hits him as hard as his hangover the next morning.

"I know enough about that to never dare to try for a spot higher than I am now, as much as Tura demands I got leadership qualities in me. Weyrling Wingsecond was about as much leadership as I could handle in my life." Talya tried those waters as she isn't going to be aiming for anyone else's knot, at least not without some serious change to her motivation! Unlike the Weyrleader, she's going to finish off her glass as they wait on the first round before starting on the serious game! "I'd wager most things except for marks, if you're willing." Talya's uncharacteristically daring as she levels a look over at Va'os and then a grin starts to form. "But mainly I'll just be happy to boast that I can drink more than two bronzeriders combined." It definitely doesn't help she's already pretty far ahead in drinks, so there's plenty of excuses for the extra oogling she's doing (blame the flight and her cold bed back at her weyr) before she passes out eventually.

D'wane's bare feet are allllll ready for that game of footsie, Va'os! As for wagering, he shrugs. "I don't have any marks on me, but we can get creative…" He's definitely in on this. There will probably be some more back and forth before they all settle of satisfactory stakes. But D'wane does have a mess of a weyr to clear for whoever loses! Or they could all end up passing out the same round. How this ends the world may never know!

All three are going to pass out at the table, aren't they? That'll be good gossip. Left there, in their various states of undress from the start. Never a dull day! Never.

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