Who

Sorvani, Lorawyn, Drex

What

Lorawyn gets a little tipsy at the Kitten. Sorvani gets some payback. Drex comes to work late.

When

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

Where

The Tipsy Kitten, Southern Weyr

OOC Date 21 Jan 2017 05:00

 

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Creepy Healer and Murderface - Night time edition!


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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 has fallen over Southern Weyr and the dragons keening has stopped signifying that the 'Fall is done and the deaths are over. OR so Sorvani hopes, while the fall wasn't close to the weyr, there is always a certain amount of tension on a Threadfall day - even when people cling to the routines of the everyday as everyone here seems to be. The crowd seems determined to have a good time tonight. If one or two booths are already well in their cups that is perhaps to be expected. As for the barmaid, she's keeping up with demand admirably, only the slightest hint of worry about her dark eyes mars her usual bright smiles and witty quips.

There's a certain healer that's been making her face a frequent sight at the 'Kitten, and it could very well be attributed to all the nasty 'Falls that have been going on. Which only means that the infirmary has been busier than ever… and while she doesn't mind the actual work itself, it is both mentally and physically wearing. Meaning Lorawyn must make an appearance this evening to relieve some of the stress that's accumulated. She enters the tavern, looking just a tad haggard, blue eyes searching for familiar faces as she heads for the bar. Sorvani is found and a wave given as she settles on one of the stools that line the bar counter.

Sorvani makes quick work of her rounds clearing glasses and taking orders. While the jocularity may be forced, there is a certain gentleness as well, for once the orders can take their time and Sorvani has a moment to retreat back to the safety of the bar. It is then that she is finally free to acknowledge Lorawyn as she prepares drinks to go out. "Hi!" She says brightly. "Can I get you anything?" If she's surprised to see the healer, she's hiding it as well as she hides her worry. It can be found around her eyes if Lorawyn cares to look for it.

Lorawyn is quietly content with simply watching and waiting for the time being, placing an elbow on the bartop to prop her her head up. "Heya," she greets in return, nowhere near as brightly. "Just a beer, please." She's not touching that hard liquor stuff. The healer does attempt a small, tired smile for Sorvani though. "Pretty busy tonight," she comments, gaze flickering to a few of those booths filled with riders.

Sorvani quirks one of her thick brows at the healer for her drink choice. "Usually women such as yourself prefer a nice wine." She points out before shrugging and getting that beer anyways. "Usually is when they…when they've lost a couple." Her expression flickers with sympathy and worry as her gaze follows to the booths. "I'd imagine it would be pretty busy on your end as well." You know with the healering and all. "It's hard." Whether she's referring to the riders not-so-quietly seeking oblivion or something else isn't immediately clear. With an apologetic little smile she gathers together the drinks she has prepared and heads back out into the throng once more. She'll be back presently, but for now she's doing her bit to ease some pain.

Lorawyn's shoulders lift and drop briefly at Sorvani's comment. "It's light. Does the job." Her explanation for the beer. The expression in the healer's face is similar to that of Sorvani's as she removes her arm from the bartop to wrap her hands around the beer. "Yea… it certainly doesn't get any better, no matter how many times you experience it." Death is probably implied. There's a little wave for the apologetic smile as Sorvani goes off to do her job. The healer goes back to observing, this time with occasional sips of her beer.

Sorvani doesn't dance around the bar, but that is the impression she gives as she deposits drinks and gentle quips and retrieves empty glasses and new orders. There is a certain rhythm to her movements that suggests a great deal of experience with busy nights in a tavern. Shortly she returns again, empty glasses going into the receptacle, and new glasses put on the bar-top in preparation for new drinks to be poured. "Did you happen to see if the dragon infirmary was busy?" She asks very casually - the casualness betrayed by the intensity with which she watches the blonde healer sip from her beer.

It is the type of rhythm that Lorawyn is also accustomed to, though in the context of the infirmary. The sipping of the beer is methodical, almost perfectly timed between each one but it's done without her really thinking about it. The question gets a slow nod, "I did… took a peek in between working on patients… They've got their hands full in there as well." Injured riders usually also mean injured dragons. And there were a lot of them. Fingers tap absently on the glass of beer, now already halfway gone.

Sorvani nods to show that she heard Lorawyn's answer, but seems unwilling to take that line of questioning further. "Thanks." She turns the intensity of her gaze to the drinks she is pouring, if there is an extra glass, and an extra shot of whiskey poured Sorvani is being quiet about it. Once more she braves the fray, drinks going out to those that ordered them. "Are you off now? Or just taking a break?" Sorvani asks as she returns, this time only with empty glasses, no new orders. Once she's safely where she belongs her slender fingers will reach out for the shot she prepared before she left, knocking it back with just about as much experience as she showed moving around the tables and booths.

Lorawyn doesn't probe in regards to the question, especially if Sorvani doesn't add anything, seemingly content with the answer that was given. She simply nods in acknowledgement and watches as the barmaid goes about filling those glasses. By the time she returns, the beer is now almost completely gone from the healer's glass. "Off… though I'm tempted to return." A soft sigh escapes. "But they'll only kick me out… I have a bad habit of working too much, or so they tell me." She winces delicately as she drains the rest of the beer and pushes the empty glass away. "Another one, please." There's no comment on the knocking back of the whiskey.

Sorvani shakes her head. "I'll give you the same advice I'd give…" She pauses briefly, her empty shot glass given a contemplative look. "…someone else. You'll do a better job if you rest." Her tone is gentle but firm and not without a little sympathy just for the healer. Oh right, Lorawyn totally ordered another beer, that is poured as is one for the dark haired barmaid, which she puts to one side as another round of drinks is ordered and taken out to the tables. "Other than work stuff. Anything else news worthy?" The barmaid asks with a splash of her former brightness as she returns. Hint: Sorvani isn't going to talk about her bits at her job.

Lorawyn heaves another sigh with the advice given. "As a healer, you would think I would know better, wouldn't you?" And obviously she's proven herself to not to take advice as readily as it is given when it comes to her work habits. The second beer mug doesn't get sipped on immediately as the healer stares at it for a moment when Sorvani is off passing out more drinks. She does look back up when the barmaid returns, tilting her head slightly as she considers. "No, not really… I think work has kept me pretty occupied lately. No time for anything other than sleep and occasional drink." And here she raises her glass before taking a long pull of the beer. "Though I guess I did manage to go to the beach one night…" Got a tour of it, even.

Sorvani raises her own glass of beer in toast before sucking back her own share. "Did you manage to get to the beach alone?" She asks archly with an 'I know there is more' smirk. Her beer is placed on the counter beside her as she sees to the bartop with a rag. Even the most professional barmaid still makes an occasional spill. "I'm not like that myself." Sorvani admits. "I know I'm no good if I spread myself too thin." Which is probably why she makes such a good barmaid. A couple more drinks are poured and taken by other patrons before Sorvani can return to her drink and Lorawyn. Leaning against the counter she awaits the tale of the beach with eager expectancy.

And that question manages to elicit a flush on Lorawyn's cheeks but that could totally be the beer, considering she's managed to drain half the second glass already. She's still a lightweight when it comes to alcohol, after all. "I… am usually aware of my own limitations… I just kind of push past it." Most of the time. Or until she gets kicked out of the infirmary when they see her nearing her limit. That's what happens when she stays in one place for so long. As for the beach tale… the healer can see that she's not getting out of that one. "Well… no… but it was dark out. It was offered and I figured, why not? I hadn't been yet… so…" She went. It's a pretty boring tale, really.

Sorvani hides that very satisfied smirk of hers behind the lip of her glass as she takes in more beer, but above the rim her eyes dance like she almost did moments before. "So you didn't go alone?" She will just get confirmation please and thank you. "So a nice dark night-time stroll along the beach?" It is entirely possible Sorvani is just seeking some of her own back from the previous meeting. Fighting fire with fire and all that. "Any one I know?" There is an extra special little arch of her brow to accompany that question.

Lorawyn's just going to take another long pull of her beer with this line of questioning, thanks. "No…" She answers finally. The healer did not go alone to the beach that she didn't know about in the dark. There wasn't much thought put behind the implications of such an outing. "I uh… I'm not sure. It's possible? I think they're a familiar face at the bar." Probably. She can't be sure since she'd only run into him that time and it had only been her first time at the Kitten. She knows what Sorvani's looking for but she's not providing it yet.

"Everyone is a familiar face at the bar…eventually." Sorvani's expression sobers as she takes in the crowd now mellowing with their drinks. The rowdy portion of the evening has ended, and now it is time for contemplation and remembrance. The passing out and snoring is yet to come. "I like to keep the faces straight by giving them names." She adds oh-so-helpfully, still hiding that glimmer of a smile behind her glass of beer. "Did this night-time beach tour guide even have a name?" Her voice drips with all sorts of interesting implications.

Blue eyes flicker out to the rest of the tavern, expression also sobering as she takes in the scene. And the noise, now much quieter than when she'd first arrived. "Do you give them names or do they provide you with them?" Lorawyn asks curiously, one brow lifted as she turns to look back at the barmaid. Still stalling. "Of course he does." And there goes the rest of her beer as she drains the rest of it. "Another beer, if you don't mind?" Comes the request as the second empty glass is pushed away. See, this is why she can drink beer. It's low alcohol-content and she can drink more of it. She'll wait until she gets that third glass before finally saying, "…A'idan." Then proceeding to hide her expression behind her beer as she takes another sip.

Sorvani doesn't even bother to hide her grin behind her glass (mostly because she's busy getting Lorawyn her third! GO YOU TOTAL ALCOHOLIC!). "Sometimes." She answers mysteriously as she pushes the beer across. Apparently A'idan's real name is 'Murder-face' according to EVERYONE ELSE. But that's okay because murderers are hot in Southern. "Ah. The very loud man." She nods sagely. "He's nice enough. Obsessed with dragon eggs." Or he was that one time she met him. "Did you enjoy your little walk with A'idan?" This is total payback for the garden conversation.

There's certainly a considerable flush on Lorawyn's pale cheeks now having finished her second glass of beer and onto her third. Somebody should tell her to slow down or something… but it could also be triggered by Sorvani's interrogation. Which may or may not be totally warranted. "Loud?" Lorawyn echoes, putting down her glass to look quizzically over at the barmaid. Obviously she hasn't experienced that side of the Weyrlingmaster yet. She does recall his interest in dragon breeding though. The healer shifts in her seat at the last question. "Um… it was… pleasant. Much cooler by the beach than the rest of the Weyr, at least."

Sorvani giggles. "Well, he was yelling about Nemekhath hiding eggs before they hatched. It was too early in the morning for anyone to be that…loud." Of course, it was mid-morning, and she hadn't had nearly enough klah…sometimes Sorvani's stories are a little hyperbolic. "He's also the weyrlingmaster." See Sorvani totally knows people! The flush is noticed, and grinned at. "So I can tell everyone you had a pleasant night stroll with the Weyrlingmaster?" She won't tell, but that's not how you play the game. As for the bar itself, it is settling into a little more sombre mood after the initial evening's boisterousness. The death keens of dragons nearly always have this effect on the patrons of the Tipsy Kitten, those who survive seek solace in the bottom of a glass.

"Oh." Lorawyn can only imagine how that may have been perceived during that time of day. "Which might make sense as to why he might be upset if eggs are missing?" No, she's totally not defending him. As for the next line, the healer's eyes widen. "Faranth, no you may not. I mean, I doubt he even thought anything of it. It was just a simple stroll…" The two women are over at the bartop, with the healer well into her third glass of beer as Sorvani interrogates her.

Drex was late. He hated being late to work, but it was a little unavoidable. The news of Serval and Cheetah's losses had the whole weyr wound tight and for Drex it meant that his guards found more reasons to fault him. Drex steps into the Tipsy Kitten accompanied by a wave of the heat from outside and his two guards. Sorry, 'escorts'. One black eye and a cut lip grace Drex this evening, but he and his shadows enter as if the new injuries were not there. The guards situate themselves to the side, Drex slipping around them and snatching his apron and tying it on. The tenor of giggling gives the man pause, was that Sorvani? Laughing? She did that? Laugh? Like a normal human being? Drex steps back, eyes scanning for the source of this odd noise and yes, there are the two women, and? Well, clearly this needed to be investigated, but first things first, get a drink for his two guards. Not that they ever actually drank it, being on duty and all, but it was the principle.

Sorvani's smile does falter as Drex makes his tardy way to work, but it doesn't disappear entirely. ZOMG PROGRESS! Instead she sips from the beer she is nursing while Lorawyn gets her buzz on and nods her head respectfully (if a little surprised) at the twin guards that now shadow the pirate. "I hope that wasn't because of what happened…" She murmurs to Drex as she passes. There are empty bottles to collect and new drink orders to be taken. "BUT it would make the best story." Creepy Healer and Murderface - Night time edition! However Sorvani does finally throw Lorawyn a bone, or rather a large wink over her shoulder in reassurance as she goes about her duties.

Lorawyn's gaze flickers to the entrance upon Drex's arrival, lingering curiously on the guards while they station themselves accordingly. It soon returns to Sorvani. "No stories!" The healer loudly whispers, expression only slightly horrified as the barmaid leaves her that wink and goes off to her duties. She lets out a long sigh and a shake of her head, wondering what compelled her to tell Sorvani all that gossip fuel.

The power of beer compels you Lorawyn!

Drex glances at Sorvani at her soft words, but no reply is made. His guards changed every day, he knew them all, but a mouth so used to being unchecked, and the gossip just among the guards, well, perhaps he did deserve this one, perhaps not. Whatever oddness had Sorvani laugh is not learned, she's off working like a good person and now with alcohol delivered to his guards, he ought to do that too. But. No stories? It was hard to not hear a lough whisper like that. Welp, with Sorvani over there, might as well just step over to this new person with a pitcher of water. The pitcher is held up inquiringly, "Did you need anything Miss?" Did this lady have two glasses of beer? Wait … .was Sorvani Drinking? That other glass abandoned so she could work? Curiosity is bad for one.

Sorvani laughs and drinks at work all the time just not when Drex is around usually. With steady feet and gentle smiles she works her way round the tavern once more. The occasional patron is given a sympathetic squeeze of an arm as they regale her with some story of the riders just passed. Her expression lightens as she wends her slow way back to the bar. "Aw, but…" Another wink and grin are given to the healer. The water is eyed and given an exaggerated pout. "Spoilsport." Perhaps this is directed at Drex, but we'll never know…cuz he's not talking AT ALL. Another round of drinks is prepared and sent out before Sorvani returns to the bar, and the 3/4's drunk glass she calls her own.

Lorawyn looks up from her half empty glass of beer to settle her gaze on Drex at his inquiry. The healer shakes her head, "Oh… no thank you. I've still got this." She taps at her beer before taking another sip and letting her gaze drift to watch Sorvani until she returns. There's a withering look given to Sorvani at her cheekiness but her cheek twitches and finally succumbs to a small smile in return. "I should probably call it a night after I finish this glass…" she points out, definitely feeling the effects of two and a half beers now. There's a pleasant buzzing in her head and cheeks are very clearly red.

What's to say? Sorry I'm late? Not my fault? There was no point. Besides she was smiling. And he was right here. And? Good terms? Where they on good terms now? What a relief, females were confusing, he thought they were on good terms when she told him her name, but who knew? A smile is offered to Loranwyn, "Well if you need anything . . " surely she knew she could just ask Sorvani, but he was here too now, so she could ask him too, "Water prevents terrible hangovers." This was directed back toward Sorvani, he was not a spoilsport, he knew the practical experience of drinking. As Sorvani returns to her own glass, Drex moves out with orders from the kitchen, HA! That was her drink! He would drink on the job … but there were those two gentlemen over there entitled to hit him more or less whenever they felt like it.

"I'd be cutting you off then anyways. You've got a little glow going on." Sorvani waves her non glass holding hand in the direction of Lorawyn's face. "It's cute." Sorvani teases. "You should come here everytime you get kicked out of the infirmary. You're fun." And Sorvani is some kind of enabler. IT WORKS. "I told you tipsy was fun." There's an outright reference to the previous conversation that Lorawyn has been paying for this evening. "Three beers? You think that's enough for a hangover?" Sorvani looks surprised, before checking on Lorawyn's glow again. "Yeah…actually, a glass of water before you face-plant your bed is probably a good idea." She is even agreeing with Drex. THE END OF THE WORLD IS NIGH!

A hand automatically goes to Lorawyn's face when Sorvani points out the 'glow'. It definitely feels warm to the touch. The teasing elicits a frown from the healer and she purses her lips to refrain from commenting because apparently tipsy Lorawyn talks too much. "I wasn't planning on going to bed right after… I was probably going to take a walk or something. I'd make sure to drink water before going to sleep." She knows well enough the effects of alcohol and the benefits of drinking water after. She is a healer, after all. Even if she doesn't drink that often.

It is such a shame that Drex is off waiting tables when Sorvani agrees with him. What is happening to the universe? His brief return to the bar, a glass of water is put down in front of Lorawyn, just going to remove negotiation from this conversation, then he's gone again, more beer? Coming right up! Maybe this table needs a pitcher of water too. It will be a hung over Southern in the morning, just wait. Hung over and hot and humid and grubless. The world really was ending.

Oh, there is no way Sorvani ISN'T going to take that great big opening Lorawyn just gave her. "A walk with A'idan~~?" She sing-songs before giggling once more. "It's a nice night for it." She does try for solemnity…but she's failing so miserably. Poor Lorawyn has done wonders for Sorvani's mood however. "I did promise you, your first drink was free." So tonight isn't a complete waste. For either of them. The guards are eyed for a significant amount of time, the glee on her face fading into outright speculation as Drex continues to ignore her not very subtle questions. She's got her thinking face on, this is not good.

The healer manages to mutter an incoherent curse under her breath when she belatedly realizes what she'd just said. "A walk alone," Lorawyn emphasizes before draining the rest of her beer. And at least she got a free drink. The glass of water is eyed when placed before her, blue eyes following Drex for a moment before digging for the necessary marks to pay for two drinks. Then she'll drain half of that glass of water before she gets off the stool. "Thanks for the free drink, Sorvani." And no thanks to all her teasing! And then to Drex, "And the water." Lorawyn then makes for the door but not without pivoting around to give Sorvani a look, "Remember. No stories!" Because she'll surely hear of them if there are any. With that, she pivots back around and exits the Kitten. To go on her walk. Alone.

With A'idan!

A nod is given to the healer at her exit, hopefully the lady was sober enough to get home alone? Walking alone or not, passing out on the way there was always a problem. Drex is just turning back to the bar when the Thinking Face is noticed. Huh. Is this the sort of Thinking Face he should be conserned about? Either way, Lorawyn's glasses are collected and delivered to the kitchen, there were refills to be made. Whatever had the two ladies in such fine moods was probably the liquor right? Pfft, it was not Drex's business, the curiosity is squashed and tucked away for later.

"No stories." Sorvani agrees with an almost absent-minded wave. "Be well Lorawyn, I'll see you in a few weeks if you're not brave enough to show your glowing face here again." No, wait…there it is. Her dark eyes glimmer as she gives the healer one last wink. "And be careful" It is Southern, and it is notorious for all kinds of things happening to their nice things. Drex's guards soon catch her attention again. PLURAL is not good. With a sudden movement, she also heads towards the kitchen briefly, nodding her head at Drex, should he wish to follow. He's only going into the room with sharp things guards! NO NEED TO WORRY!

Drex sees that nod, what was going on here? A glance at his guards and Drex starts collecting empty glasses, he needed a reason to go to the kitchen, right? With a trayful Drex finally makes his way into the kitchen, silently unloading the tray into the waiting sink, but attention not really on the task. "Well?" The one word is tossed almost carelessly at Sorvani, "You are in rare form this evening, to what do I owe the pleasure?" This meeting away from preying eyes that is. This room of sharp things was not Drex's concern, the ever-odd Sorvani was.

Sorvani is just going to hold her hands up. "A lot of what you saw… before…was a way of defending myself." Sorvani is ever-odd, but she usually has a reason. "I don't know if you noticed it, but I'm half the size of anyone else back home. I was scared of you." If Drex has the ears for it, he will probably hear the past tense. But there is a shrug. "Hal is hurting because of that." She admits in a small voice. "He still wants to trust you though, you may have to come for a visit." Her expression is soft as she ducks her head out to check on the guards and the general mood of the bar. She doesn't have much time to convey a lot of very complex things.

Wait what? She called him in here to talk about feelings? At least he was catching on that she meant her general unpleasantness toward him. Drex turns to look at her, arms folding across his chest as he leans back against the counter, "I can't say I blame you, it seems a lot of people are scared of me." Hence the second guard that accompanied him now. "People seem to make a pass-time out of it." Drex's words come easily, relaxed and he shrugs, "Despite my reputation, I'm really not in the habit of killing people just because." He doesn't know what Sorvani knows of him, But A'hali? Hurting? That gets Drex's full attention, "I don't understand, why would your distrust of me hurt him? I was arrested, I'm not his problem anymore. He doesn't even have to stand at my trial if he doesn't want to. Why would my visiting make things better?" Drex never has been good at people, however A'hali is one of two people on Drex's Saint-List. A'hali and Isabeil. The Saints of Pern.

Sorvani is good at superficial feelings things, not so great at the deeper feelings things. "He is. He knew I was scared of you, right from the moment he bought me back. I told him you were a pirate then too." Honest Sorvani is honest. "Still, he wanted to give you a chance. He still believes you deserve a chance. He is a good man." While her voice is still low and pleasant, the last sentence is weighted with extra emotion that she is not willing to share. "He was given a chance once, it is important to him." She shrugs, helplessly.

This is why A'hali was on the Saint List. A'hali had known? Hm. Drex just listens for a moment, not about to interupt when this might be the first time he's actually had a real conversation with Sorvani. A small nod and Drex sighs softly, "And you think I should talk to him? You think that would make things better?" Hm, Drex looks at Sorvani again, expression blank, "And do you think I'd convince him that I'm worth a chance or he's being idealistic? I can' go anywhere without my-" His head jerks toward the door, meaning his guards, "But that might be better than trying to talk to him in the brig." Which was the other option. "Or bring him here? Any leniancy is getting harder now that I have two shadows." As the black eye might suggest, but if this second chance thing was important to A'hali, then Drex would try. He aready was trying.

"Maybe just a 'thank you'?" Sorvani suggests gently. "I honestly don't know. I'm willing to try anything and everything to help him feel better though." In other words if Drex decides to speak with A'hali he's going to have to make these choices on his own. "I haven't told him about what happened here." A hand raises to wipe at her mouth again out of memory. "I noticed them. Why two?" Now this is something new…Sorvani is actually showing interest in what is happening to Drex.

It hadn't occured to Drex that A'hali would take his arrest so personally. He'd assumed that the man would have reacted how Drex himself would have; Moved On. But A'hali was a different animal than Drex. "I'll talk to him." Somehow. It would be difficult and Drex did not want A'hali visiting the brig. "If you haven't, I won't either." Drex shrugs, though it is heavier now, "That didn't work out so well for me anyway, it was added to my record." But that kid hadn't been back to the Kitten while Drex was working, so that was a win? Of sorts? At the question, Drex quirks an eyebrow, he was liking this new Sorvani, real Sorvani? "They won't tell me, just that the Bos-Luciana's guard was removed and I got another. Someone up top thinks I'm pretty darn dangerous. So I get two babysitters now."

Sorvani ducks her head out again, the passing out and snoring is beginning, which is bloody lucky. And so far the guards do not seem to find the pair of them lingering in the kitchen suspicious. That is also fortunate, turning back to Drex, Sorvani's mouth is pressed into a thin line. "That sucks." She shrugs, she has no power so this is not of her making or her fixing. "Do you have a trial date yet?" She asks quickly, sooner or later those guards will come looking for them, and this little meeting really is all on her.

Drex's tray is picked up again and tucked under one arm, the threat of his guards returning is starting to press on him as well, "Not yet, my lawyer is trying to get one soon though." There is a small, almost bitter smirk, "He thinks if we don't get my charges off me soon, I'll be adding to them. It's fun when not even one's lawyer trusts one to behave, huh?" And he really was trying. "I need people to stand in my defense and I'm rather lacking." There is another shrug and he's started around her and toward the door, "Thank you for telling me about A'hali, I'll see if I can catch him."

Sorvani holds up one finger, to stall Drex a moment longer. "A'hali says that 'Your past creates you'… Perhaps if your past had been different…or mine." Her face ducks briefly before she lifts it up again. "This would have worked out differently." There is genuine regret in her voice. "For my part, I am sorry." Another helpless shrug is given, she is what she is. "A'hali might stand in your defense." She offers, because A'hali is a bit of a saint, really. "And me." Although he did admit to attempted murder so what good either of them would do remains to be seen. And with that, its time for her to start getting the more sober patrons escorting the passed out ones home. This requires a lot of yelling and flapping of cloths, no time for idle chit-chat.

A smile flickers onto Drex's lips and there is a nod of understanding, "It's okay. I get it." The smile broadens, can a cat change it's spots? Did it matter? "Relax Miss Sorvani, I'm not a murderer. I'm a pirate. But maybe the mines won't be so bad." With that last sentence, there is a hint of Drex's expectation to be condemed. It's something his guards have no trouble reminding him of and the last few weeks with the shadows have thier own toll. He had a good lawyer, T'zaim had come through with that. Death sentence? No. Mines. Well, that's what he expected, it was a bleak prospect. Drex is slipping around her and back into the room with a flourish, Last Call, Nope! The door is this way, Thank you sir, you will be able to get you both home? Good man, right this way! And good evening to you! Good night!

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