Who

R'zel, Evka, Alyna

What

Ocelots take over the Kitten for a night of drinks, games, fighting and making up.

A couple swear words

When

It is evening of the thirteenth day of the second month of the sixteenth turn of the 12th pass.

Where

The Tipsy Kitten, Southern Weyr

OOC Date 27 Jan 2019 05:00

 

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"Totally worth the damn freezing trip."


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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.


There's nothing better on a hot day than a nice cold beer - or so the proprietors of the Tipsy Kitten would have you believe. Funnily enough, they never seem to find it hard in summer to find a dragonrider who'll fly them to the Southern Mountains to secure a good supply of ice. Today, some helpful Ocelots have performed that small service: the ice is safely in the cold store, and a surprising number of the wing have gathered here tonight to reap the rewards of their wingmates' labours - a perfectly chilled pint, or other beverage of choice. R'zel settles into a seat at one of the tables, contemplating the condensation on his glass with a satisfied expression.

Evka is nearby, a frozen mixed drink of epic proportions cusped in her hands. "Totally worth the damn freezing trip." She comments to a nearby rider before taking a satisfying drink from her glass. Yes. That's the stuff. Tucking her hair back, she leans back in her chair, and settles, relaxing.

Even though she doesn't look it, Alyna is feeling more than a little frazzled at the moment. Her nine-month old has started to crawl and subsequently has been getting into everything in their weyr. Add on top of that her duties as Ocelot's Wingsecond and she desperately needs to unwind. So when fellow Ocelots were sent down to Southern Barrier for some ice for the Kitten's cold stores, word got around that others were planning to make a night of it and Alyna jumped on the idea. She arranged for Adryn to be cared in the nursery over night and told D'har not to wait up before getting herself dolled up in a little black dress that does all the right things for the petite greenrider's fit form, with a pair of strappy heels and some smokey makeup around her eyes. Fashionably late, she swings the doors to the tavern open and spies the table of wingmates before sashaying over. "Is this where the part is then?" she asks with a smirk before catching herself a seat and waving to get the attention of a server

"It certainly is," R'zel replies. "We've worked hard lately, and I reckon we deserve a night to party once in a while." He hasn't particularly dressed up for the occasion, but he's looking smart and chipper, more relaxed than he usually is. "And the management have said there's a drink on the house tonight for everyone who went to Southern Barrier. Possibly more than one." The server arrives to take any more orders, and gives the same information.

Evka spots Alyna and waves. "Hi! Of course it is!" She smiles and takes down a huge drink of her whiskey infused drink of doom. Saetyroith is radio silent, pleased as punch at the fact that Evka has finally decided to let loose a bit. She herself is in her riding pants and a no sleeve top, her riding jacket slung on the seat behind her. A grin is sent R'zel's way when he also confirms and she raises her glass in toast to the man. "To R'zel!"

"I couldn't agree more," Alyna says with some oomph as she orders herself a fruity mixed drink, and asks that they make it a double before turning back to the table of wingmates. Evka is given a sidelong grin and a nod before she joins in with the rest of the wing in calling a toast out to their Wingleader even though she doesn't have a drink to raise just yet. "How was the trek down there and back? Uneventful?" the greenrider hadn't gone along, instead she caught up a bit on her mountain of hidework.

R'zel grins at Evka, though he also turns a bit pink, and raises his glass, and his voice, in return. "To Ocelot!" At the next table, P'her and Whitney break off from stage-whispered recriminations and glaring at each other across the table to raise their glasses to the wing. Their epic on-off relationship is definitely in an Off phase at present. R'zel addresses his wingmates. "Just remember, people, tomorrow may be a restday with no Fall scheduled, but if Thread decides to throw us a surprise one, I shall have my favourite hangover cure available for anyone who turns up the worse for wear." He's grinning, but this is a serious threat: the stuff is known to taste absolutely vile. Not that he often has cause to administer it to fragile Ocelots. Of course.

Evka shrugs. "It wasn't too bad…." She begins, but then there's toasting to Ocelot and she's raising her glass, drinking and calling for a refill. R'zel's threat is taken somewhat seriously, but she's already giddy at this point and isn't really paying too much attention to it. "I was damn cold. I can attest to that!" She finishes with a grin towards Alyna.

"To Ocelot," Alyna returns R'zel toast as well, still waiting for her glass so she can get her drink on. Finally the glass is put in front of her and she takes a long sip of the cocktail, humming her appreciation, "Faranth, that hits the spot just right." P'her and Whitney are tossed a look before her icy blue eyes roll back slightly but she doesn't say anything. Those two seem to enjoy the dramatics of a tumultuous relationship, and Lyna is going to keep her pretty little nose right out of it. "Cold huh? Yeah, kind of glad I had so much hidework to keep me too busy to go," she admits with a mischievous smirk in R'zel's direction.

"Well, I wouldn't want you to feel you didn't have enough to do!" That's delivered in an innocent-sounding tone and with an obliging smile, though to be fair, R'zel does do his share of hidework too. He takes a pull of that lovely cold beer, then asks Evka, "How much ice did you bring back?" He wasn't there either, though Wingsecond Keitrill was. He glances round the assembled Ocelots: people are starting to unwind and enjoy themselves.

Evka is chuckling heartily at the banter between wingleader and wingsecond when all of a sudden, she is being addressed. Finishing a sip of her drink, she replies giddily: "More than enough!" She winks R'zel's way before straightening in her seat. "Seriously though, we brought back crates and crates of it. Near half a ton I think."'

"Oh, you're too good to me R'zel, looking out for me like that. Careful or I might think you're getting a crush on me," Alyna replies with a brazen wink to the Wingleader but with enough of a smirk on her lips to show that she's just being cheeky, which is the regular state of the greenrider. Raising her brows at Evka's reply, she whistles under her breath, "Shards, that's a lot of ice, but…" she trails off to take a long drink of her cocktail, tilting her head back as she does before lowering it again with a smack of her lips, "Soooo worth it."

"It's good practice for heavy lifting," R'zel tells Evka, then chuckles. "We've had some pretty odd things to retrieve, over the turns." He grins at Alyna. "You were there when we tried to stop that ship from crashing on the beach, weren't you? And then there was that wagon that one of the smiths had to shore up before we could move it, and that with a storm closing in. I think I'd take crates of ice over either of those." He raises his glass to his lips again, and concurs. "Definitely worth it."
Evka chuckles at R'zel's first and then lets herself get wrapped up in a game of Dragonpoker with a few other wingmates. She'll continue ordering drinks throughout the night, but for now, she's having fun winning a few marks.

"Oh fuck yes, we were there," Alyna says with no small sense of pride that her and her green helped to keep a catastrophe of epic proportions from happening. She leans back in her chair and lets one arm dangle over the back as she grins at all the crazy stuff Ocelots have had to do even in the few Turns she's been a part of them. Evka is eyed as she seeks out a game and her attention is turned back on R'zel for the moment. "Crates of ice are nothing compared to what we had to do during those crazy storms a while back," she mentions with a sigh before taking another drink. "At least we're doing ok now though, nothing too dramatic happening lately." And just to make sure, the greenrider gently wraps the wooden table with her knuckles not to invite trouble.

"I can't think of when our injury record's been as good as the last couple of months," R'zel agrees. Abandoning the earlier humour, he adds fervently, "And long may it continue, especially when we're flying wing-light. Like everyone else." He gives a wry grin. "And about time, too, considering how bad things were a few months back. It'd be nice if you could practise staying safe the way you can practise picking up crates. But that's enough gloom for one evening. How's that boy of yours?"

"Well, I'm certainly not planning on getting badly injured any time….ever," Alyna asserts with another round of giggles before taking a drink. Mention of being wing-light though does bring a frown to the greenrider's forehead as she looks down into her drink and sighs, "Well there's weyrlings at least, even if it's going to take awhile for them to cook still." She's trying to look on the bright side, but she knows that Southern has been hurting with the lack of new riders coming down the pipeline. "But surely our fearless leaders are on top of everything," she adds hopefully before her smile brightens when R'zel asks after Adryn, "Oh pure trouble, just like his father!" Or more likely his mother, but Alyna would never admit to that. "He's started crawling now and getting into absolutely everything. We're having to come up with some very interesting solutions for our weyr."

R'zel winces. "I guess crawling babes and ledges with a sheer drop aren't a good mix. What do other people do?" He leans back into his chair, determined to relax and avoid work-talk. "There must be plenty around who've had kids in their weyrs." The 'discussion' at the next table rises in volume: Whitney and P'her seem to be about to have a full-blown row in the Kitten, complete with shouting. R'zel leans over towards them. "Guys, take that outside." They do, or almost so: they stop at the doorway and resume in lowered tones. R'zel turns back to Alyna and rolls his eyes.

"Oh no, definitely not a good mix, but we're figuring it out. For now we have at least one of us, a firelizard or a dragon watching him at all times, but we're going to need something more than that really soon I fear…" Alyna shrugs when asked what other people do, "I think they get ground weyrs, although I've heard you call them shipweyrs here. But we like our place, and it's not really that much of a hassle at the point. Maybe in the future if…" and she trails off with another shrug and shake of her head, "Nope, not even ready to go there…" she mumbles cryptically before watching R'zel take their wingmates to task about their bickering. Leaning closer to the bronzerider she sighs and speaks in a low tone meant for him alone, "You ever think of tranferring one of them? It always gets sticky when lovers are in the same wing from my experience."

"If you have another one, you mean?" R'zel's grinning at that, even if he's on dangerous ground. "Well, there's a good reason they're called shipweyrs. And you know, I was just this moment thinking of transferring one of them - have done several times, in fact, but I can't really transfer one of them because they're in a relationship when at the moment they're not. Or so they'd have us believe - they've been 'broken up' for months now. I keep thinking it won't last, but so far it has." He glances at the pair again. They're now staring into each others eyes. "Hmmm. You may have a point."

"That's a HUGE if there. And if it happens, it won't be for a few turns yet that's for sure. We're just getting back into things after the injury and then pregnancy," Alyna shakes her head to snap out of it. First night off in awhile and all she can think about is her kid, has she really turned into one of those moms? Surely not! Raising her brow in speculation at the gossip from R'zel, she snorts into her drink, "With the way they are fighting, making up is inevitable. If they didn't care about each other they wouldn't bother with all the fighting. Some couple just like the drama, thinks it keeps things exciting." She rolls her eyes at this, "More like dysfunctional. Some people just aren't good for each other, no matter what part emotion play in the mix." Another long draught of her fruity drink leaves a faint residue on her upper lip that she blithely gets with her tongue. "If they stay broken up and they can be at least civil to each other, I say it's all good. You want me to have a word with them? Just in passing?"

R'zel lowers his voice. "It's complicated. There's his drinking to consider, too." He glances across at the pair again. They are now kissing passionately. "Well, you certainly got that right. Let's discuss this, but not here." There's a call of 'Hey, R'zel! We need an arbitrator,' from another table, where Heri and J'puk appear to be building a tower from dragonpoker cards while several of their wingmates place bets on their prospects of success. Laughing, the wingleader picks up his beer and stands up. "See you later," he tells Alyna, and goes to investigate.

Nodding gravely when R'zel mentions P'her's drinking problem, Alyna's frown only deepens when she glances over with R'zel and sees the pair caught up in each other. "Yeah, it's neither the time nor the place," Alyna agrees with a sigh. But then the Wingleader is getting pulled away and she forces her smile back onto her face and raises her glass in his direction, "Definitely, have fun Sir!" she adds sarcastically before eyeing the talent gathered in the Kitten that night. She ends up entertaining herself with some rather blatant flirting with various patrons, but ultimately, when her head is blissfully fuzzy and walking is a bit of a trial, she calls her weyrmate for a ride back to theirs.

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