Who

Odesse, Vani, Z'bor

What

It’s DragonPoker night at the ‘Kitten, and of course most of the booze is free-flowing (Except Vodka, and thus Vani is impacted by the devestation of HRW's dragonry – for all of five seconds >.>). A trio of kinda-maybe-I-know-you strangers bond over their feelings for filthy sea vermin (WE <3 YOU D’EX!)

RP-tag (in the beginning…kinda)
profanity~

When

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

Where

The Tipsy Kitten, Southern Weyr

OOC Date 31 Jul 2017 12:00

 

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"Ah, trouser snake girl! Now I remember!"


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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.

It is the thirty-first day of Winter and 50 degrees. Still dark and overcast, the winter rain has picked up and become heavier, albeit still pleasant.


It's a pretty rowdy night in the Kitten, which is only to be expected with it being a restday eve. There's a highly competitive dragonpoker tournament has taken over a good number of tables, both with participants and spectators. Odesse was one of the spectators for about…. five minutes. Those five minutes really more just figuring out what was going on and how to get around it and to the bar. She'll bounce on through the crowd until she gets to her destination. "Rum, please!" Quantity, undetermined.

Vani is sat away from the chaos, which means at the bar. And she's attempting to convince a former co-worker to make the Pernese version of a Black Russian. If Pern had Russians naturally. "What do you mean the Vodka's all gone?" Vani asks, leaning over the bar to check out the bottles below. "We had plenty when I worked here." Which is coming up on two turns ago (Or a while ago, cos of wibbly wobbly weyrling time.) The barmaid, a caramel colored girl, makes a sympathetic grimace at the green rider before murmuring an excuse and moving off to Odesse to see to her order. "The rum isn't so great here. Not like Ista." Vani offers her opinion as a former professional server, and a currently professional drinker.

Odesse gives a little shrug and takes a taste of her drink that oh so conveniently arrives right now. A moment to think and the face seems to say it's not too bad. "Not everywhere in Ista makes good rum." Voice of experience here from many turns bumming around the coastline and all the teeny tiny cotholds, not to mention the one she comes from. "I've had worst fore. 'N it exists. Unlike the vodka 'pparently." See, Odie's got this drink she's going to take another sip of where Vani does not have her Black Russian (a Black Cromian?).

Black Bitran duh! Cos that shit'll fuck you over faster than you can blink if you're not careful ;) "But the ones that do make good rum, make really good rum." Vani points out, sure she may not have her Black Bitran, but she'll happily help herself to the klah liqueur that the bar does have, as well as some of the cream from the kitchen that isn't strictly on the menu. "I used to have a deal with this one small holder…" Her features soften as she reminisces. "Stupid tuber shortage! Stupid rum." And with that delightful toast she gets to drinking.

"Yeah, they do," Odesse will drink to that. Although really, she'll drink to most anything, even if she's drinking sub-par rum. Suddenly she does give Vani a second glance, face squinting up a little. "Have we met?" There's a vague recollection of berries and snakes. Names were not ever a part of that past conversation. "'N ye can make vodka outta things 'sides tubers. Just tubers are easiest to grow." She shrugs, not sure exactly why there is the supposed shortage.

"If you're not making it from tubers, you're just making random fermented crap." Aka Moonshine. "Rum is the canes, whiskey is the grains, vodka is the tuber." Shame it doesn't keep on that rhyming scheme. "Wine, grapes, beer…is grains too, but totally different ones. Just like you know your fish, I know my booze." Vani nods her head firmly. Apparently she learned a lot more about alcohol than she knew. "No, I've just got one of those faces." Vani lies pretty blatantly, sometimes she does that, as opposed to the always skipping the name thing she does. Sipping from her improvised drink (which would totally be better with a little boosted tuber juice) Vani continues. "Apparently, with the tuber fields no longer protected, all the tubers are for eating, and not fermenting." She shakes her head, clearly disagreeing with the rest of Pern's priorities.

"I met a vintner once who argued differently… but he was also tryin' to get into my pants…" Odesse is almost singsonging as she says that and ends with a wink and cheeky grin combo. "If we hadn't met, how did ye know I know 'bout fish?" Aside from the Istan accent. But she could have been a lowly seamstress or something that never went out on the sea. Odie's not the type of girl to go about wearing her knot, especially not for a night of drinking. "Guess ye'll need to settle then." Sub-par rum for everyone until they can get better.

Vani wrinkles her nose. "I've sworn off rum. Forever!" Or at least for a turn or two until she forgets how evil the after-effects are. "I'm good with my liqueur." Which technically is random fermented stuff, but totally not moonshine. "See, I'm not trying to get into your pants, that makes me the better expert." Vani knows all about dodgy men, and the things they say to get into someone's pants. "I'm a good guesser?" Although there is a cheeky wink and a grin of her own.

Odesse shrugs and flags down the bartender to order another drink. Her's was almost out and it'd be a shame to run dry so early in the evening. "Yer loss. More rum for me then!" Which she raises her fresh glass in a mock-toast at that. "See, ye could be sneaky 'n just sayin' that to lure me into a false sense of security." Odie has also met her fair share of dodgy men and heard them say just about everything under the sun. The guessing comment gets a snort. "Think ye need to get better at yer bullshittin'."

"It's the grin and the wink that gave it away huh? Dammit." Vani pantomimes that Gosh-darnit-foiled-again gesture. "Trust me, if I was bullshitting you, you wouldn't know." Cos Vani is sneaky like that. "Yes, I greatly regret not looking forward to a blinding headache and a sick stomach tomorrow." Vani raises her own glass in a return toast, but she's sipping it tonight, not knocking them back. "Regular trouser snake remember? I think you're safe." Perhaps.

"Unless yer the type of girl to wink just all the time?" Odesse laughs lightly and is slowing down with her second drink cause even though it's a restday tomorrow, she also isn't too keen to wake up with a headache in the morning. The blonde will shrug for the bullshitting comment. She thinks she's got a pretty keen detector for that sort of stuff, but how would she know if she got fooled? "Ah, trouser snake girl! Now I remember!" That's said loudly and gets a couple heads turning, but eventually they'll get bored and turned back to minding their own business. If Vani doesn't want to just be called trouser snake girl forever, she might need to provide a name.

See, if Vani had shame…and/or wasn't relatively well-known in the 'Kitten, she would probably be prompted to give her name. But instead she just grins, wriggling her fingers at the spectators before giving them all a friendly bird. "That would probably work if I didn't use to work here." She points out pleasantly enough. "But I did, so you know…" There's another wink. One day perhaps, but not this day! "Besides aren't you the one THAT REALLY LIKES RANDOM TROUSER SNAKES?" Vani asks loudly for the benefit of their audience. This time there are even more heads turned, because lets face it, Vani just announced that the pretty blonde girl she doesn't know the name of either, really likes random dick. And there's a LOT of random dicks here this evening.

Odesse shurgs again, sipping at her rum. "I'm still goin' to have to call ye something, so Trouser Snake Girl it is." The dolphineer also has pretty little shame, in fact she might even be taking a glance at some of those spectators, but nah. All of them are quickly dismissed and she'll brush off the yell. "Nope. Musta mistook me with someone else." Although that wave probably wasn't enough to distract those random trouser snakes from trying to approach.

Z'bor has plenty of shame, and probably would have turned around and left the Kitten had he heard Vani's comment, out of sheer embarrassment more than anything else. However, he had not been there, and is now just walking in. They shy, hard working, rider/father of two is for once, sans children, and looks a bit lost because of it. With Zariel spending the night with her mother, and Riski off with H'ris, the weyr they all shared had been impossibly and irritatingly quiet. Which, one would think that would be a good environment for a shy, rarel social man, but it had quite the opppsite effect, and because of that, the greenrider is here to eleviate that problem.

"That's Trouser snake RIDER, thankyouverymuch." Vani manages to get out rather primly before realising exactly what she said, and collapsing into laughter. When she eventually recovers her composure she'll lift her head from the bartop to wipe those tears of amusement from her eyes. "Piss off you lot, she has taste." Vani being all kinds of dark and sharp looking is probably more effective at discouraging random dicks (that plus turns and turns of experience.) "I'll tell you what, you tell me your name, and I'll tell you mine." Deal? Vani even holds out her hand, this is a LEGIT agreement, but she probably won't release her name til Odesse releases hers. "Even if you insist on rum." The greenrider shudders, her last experience with the beverage still fresh in her memory.

Odesse catches on quick to exactly what Vani said and bursts out laughing herself. "Well, ye are a girl, Rider, 'n not a boy, so…" She'll wink and stick by her statement. And also there was a careful pause to be sure of that comma although someone could still have misheard that comment as well. Gutter minds, all of them. And Odesse is all bright and sunshiney which isn't very intimidating and usually avoids the unwanted by just flitting away with some excuse or other. She'll shake Vani's hand at the offer. "I'm Odie. Journeyman Dolphineer." See, all official with titles and everything, even if she's not using her full name.

Z'bor is a bit turned off by how loud it is in the kitten tonight, but his need to not be in the absolute silence of his empt weyr outweighs his social anxiety. Stepping to the bar, he orders his first and second round of whiskey, and once those are gone, he orders a third. Having the buzzing aura of three shots taken in quick succession, Z'bor orders a pitcher of ale and turnes to survey the room through guarded brown eyes. Why does he do this to himself when he knows he'll probably just end up in the corner of the room alone? Well, because he's trying not to be a hermit for the sake of his kids and his own sanity, and so, here he is, looking to sociaalize and avoid silence. The question is, with whom?

"Vani, green Caelisth's and Lynx wing." Look! Vani can do proper too, if a little loud thanks to the effects of alcohol! "Formerly a barmaid at this fine establishment." She gestures grandly at the bar, the bottles and the assorted drunks of various descriptions. "Riders aren't usually fussy, I've learned." Okay, so Vani is one of those women who winks frequently. And then cos nap time iRL is over she lapses into companionable silence for a moment or two. Sipping her klah liqueur thoughtfully, even as her folded leg jiggles a little in the general flow of people. It would be a shame if she caused someone to spill their pitcher.

"Well met, Vani!" Look, Odesse continues to show she's got some manners or can at least pretend. Also, she's equally loud due to alcohol, cheeks got that nice rosy color. "And so have I." Odie will wink back at the non-fussy riders which might describe one of her preferred trouser snakes perfectly. From the dragonpoker tournament, one man is extremely disappointed at his losing and slams back his charge, throws down his cards and just storms out of the Kitten, probably shoving a few folks out of his way.

There aren't too many seats left due to the tournament, but Z'bor spots one right next to where Vani and Odesse converse and he grabs his things and moves to the spot. had Z'bor been watching people instead of the floor, he might have just tripped over Vani's foot, but he's watching the floor and sidesteps before he has a chance to trip. He slides into the seat, and sets his pitcher and mug down. He pours himself a generous portion and sets to drinking while he watches the crowd. Eyes linger momentarily on Vani and Odesse before moving on to other sights, such as a man losing his arse in poker and storming out.

Vani also watches the departure of the sore loser with a snort of amusement, peering closely at the remaining players as if seeking a face in particular. "I used to work with someone who took that shit way way to seriously." She observes companionably. "The bastard cheats, and is proud of it." Now she just shares a wing with him. He's like her own personal stalker. "I could probably kick his ass at cards, even with the cheating." Cos Vani has spent way too much time in bars using the 'I don't know how to play' line not to have picked up ALL the tricks.

Like everybody else, Odesse will watch Mr. Sore Loser make his retreat. There's a little bit of karmatic justice as the last person he shoves ends up spilling a mostly filled beer over the loser. That's what you get for shoving people. She just shakes her head. "Yeah? Fuckin' cheaters. Doin' everythin' the easy way 'n not willin' to work for anythin'. Just like fuckin' pirates. Faranath, I hate pirates." The blonde is still very loud with this rant, glowering at her own drink and the memory of a pirate that SHE'S now having to work with that happens to be the exact same bluerider that's Vani's personal stalker.

Z'bor is happily drinking his ale until the word 'pirate' brushes across his hearing. Z'bor turns in his seat, hyperfocused on Odesse as she announces her hatred of pirates. "I'll drink to hating pirates!" He says with a growl, lifting his ale mug. "Feckin' filthy sea rodents should be wiped off the map completely in my opinion." Z'bor has his reasons for hating the scurvy ridden bastards. On two sides nonetheless, as a Merchant's son, and as a rider, and he has scars as reminders why. Z'bor runs his hand through his hair, pushing backwards, revealing three jagged scars upon his forhead that disappear into his hairline. Those are another story altogether, but a good one if asked about.

Vani actually impressed with a couple of pirates okay? One known, the other unknown, but she's not super-fussed about them as a whole, it's just the individual filthy sea rodents she has issues with. Okay, just the one filthy sea rodent. "Sounds personal?" Vani observes to both Odie, and that rider she's met a time or two before but can't actually remember the name of cos she's a little tipsy right now. "Then again, I have very personal reasons to hate a pirate too. Although he insists he's a former… And I suppose his dragon supports that theory." Although she sounds unconvinced still. "Strangely he's also the cheater I mentioned, and he's every bit as delightful as you described Odie." If she's not gunna give out her full name, Vani's not gunna use it.

Odesse is nodding and will raise her glass of rum in response to Z'bor's rant about pirates as well. Dolphineers and pirates don't mix. Apparently former pirates… it's debateable. The journeywoman's head whips around back to Vani when she talks about the former pirate. "Is he about yee tall? Red head? Fuckin' neurotic if any single thing is the least bit crooked?" Sure, she knows D'ex's name, but she's not willing to use it yet.

Z'bor gives a short laugh. Ahh, a little liquid courage and Z'bor can socialise just fine. "You could say that." his response to it being personal. "Darn near got killed a few turns back by pirates, and my Da was a merchant, had to protect our ships if we wanted cargo to get anywhere." He finishes his ale and pours another mug full. Former pirates or no, they're a sore subject for this usually shy and reserved greenrider.

Vani smiles brightly at Odesse. "When he lived with us…" LOOOOOONG STORY. "I used to fuck with him by leaving everything perfect except for one thing, like a dining chair slightly out of kilter." FUN TIMES! And seriously, there is no escape from the D'ex. "But yes, that's the one." In a sudden motion, Vani is up on her stool and leaning over the bartop to reach for the first bottle that comes to hand. It's cool, she's got a tab. "Fucking pirate." And she used to have a full glass, but that's gone now. "That sucks. But you realise those assholes are probably telling all their mates about how you did them wrong by not allowing them to pillage your ship right?" Vani sounds bitter about her understanding of pirate psychology (psychopathy? Same-dif right?)

There's a long string of barely coherent muttering coming from Odesse at the mention of pillaged ships. She's got quite the vocabulary from all the time she spends in the seacrafter complex. "Now I'm workin' with a fuckin' former pirate to look for current pirates. Or smugglers." They might be two in the same. Regardless, she knows that there are some folks going where they shouldn't be going and she has to work with the pirate. "Thinkin' he knows all about the ocean when he didn't even know dolphins will tell about bad storms comin' in!" There's a snort from the girl at that overlook of knowledge.

Z'bor shrugs and looks like he couldn't give a flying fig what the pirates think of him. He listens as the others list their reasons for disliking pirates. Odesse's words catch his attention the most. He'd love to hunt pirates, but his weyrmate might just have an apoplexy if he does. Or even thinks about it. Z'bor snorts with disgust and drinks more ale. He laughs. Everyone knows Dolphins can predict the weather, right? He's got nothing more he can add on the topic, however, so he just stays quiet for a bit.

Vani grimaces at Odesse. "He thinks he knows everything, but really, he knows shit." This is one thing that Vani can agree upon. And then a rather pained expression crosses her features. "Ugh. I think I need to go check some bushes for random snakes." Wee, she's going to wee…apparently she does this pretty frequently. "Clear skies…and uh… seas!" And there is a wonky salute as Vani and her bottle go out into the weather to do things she sucks at making euphemisms for. Vani out!

Odesse isn't going to go into more details of her work on pirate hunting now cause that's not just something you yell about in a bar. She will laugh as Vani makes her excuse. Inside jokes, they have them after just two meetings. Now that Odie is left alone at the bar, one of those random trouser snake fellows tries to approach but he looks kinda creepy or just really really drunk. Either way, the woman wants no part of that and she's just going to slip off to Z'bor's table after she grabs another drink. "Mind if I join you?" They have a shared interest in a distaste for pirates and he's big enough that maybe his presence will ward of creepier dudes.

Z'bor looks up at Odesse with curt nod. "Sure." He wves at freshly emptied chair. "Be my guest. I'm Z'bor, green Ozriath's." Z'bor offers his hand for a handshake and smiles slightly. His presence does seem to deter a few, if not most of Odesse's would be creepy suitors.

Odesse has learned a few strategies for dealing with creepy unwanted suitors. It's a life skill she's kinda an expert at. She smiles when the greenrider does say she can take a seat and sit she does, reaching out to return the handshake. Can't just leave a man hanging if you want to use his presence to deter others. "I'm Odie. Dolphineer."

Z'bor nods. "Well met Odie." He replies. "Out tempting fate this evening?" Z'bor asks, both wondering and hinting at the fct that he might know he's creeper detourant. Tht being implied, he doesn't mind. "Ah, I used to work with Dolphineers when I worked on my Da's ships." He casts wide grin now. Sea people stick together!
Except for Pirates. We don't want no stinking pirates.

"When am I not?" Odesse will give a grin at that. Her job does involve swimming into storms to go rescue others that have been ship wrecked. Not for the faint of heart. "It was alright until someone had to go and yell about random trouser snakes." There's a had waved towards the direction that Vani departed in, but she doesn't seem to upset about the whole situation. "Yeah? Ye'd be surprised the number of folks that don't know anythin' 'bout dolphins, even in Southern." With all this shoreline, it seems like more folks would know about the sea, right? And yeah, this is a no pirate club.

And it doesn't take too long into the conversation with Z'bor that the tipsy Odesse sees a familiar face in the crowd that she just has to talk to and off she goes!

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