Who

Va'os, Z'bor

What

Weyrleader and WingSecond for Serval catch up and shoot the shit.

When

-- On Pern --
It is 5:25 PM where you are.
It is sunset of the twenty-fifth day of the ninth month of the fourteenth turn of the 12th pass.
In Igen:
It is the twenty-fifth day of Autumn and 93 degrees. Overnight, the winds die down. Sand coats everything.
In Southern:
It is the twenty-fifth day of Spring and 87 degrees. It is a bright, sunny day.
In Southern Mountains:
It is the twenty-fifth day of Spring and 19 degrees. It's really damn cold out.


Where

Southern Weyr, Tipsy Kitten

OOC Date 14 Aug 2018 06:00

 

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"Sir? Z'bor, we're having drinks and shooting the breeze. You can drop the 'sir'…"


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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 dragon poker tournaments on restday eve.


Early evening in Southern Weyr on a spring day is a downright pleasant place to be. Not too hot, not too humid and sunny all day. It's Z'bor's favorite time of turn and after a day spent out in the sun and heat, he's headed to the Kitten for a refreshing drink and some much needed socialization. With Rielle down for the count at the moment and his co-second picking up the PT slack, it's been Z'bor who's stepped in as temporary wingleader, and not even officially. But, it means his time has been well counted for and free time is hard to come by. Entering, he goes straight to the bar and orders a tankard of ale. While he waits, he'll turn around to view the room, see who's about.

Va'os has been out and about all day as well, on various Weyrleader-type business and for once he doesn't care if most of it is outside! Better than being cooped up in meetings all day. Now that the sun has begun to set and he has a moment to breathe and "relax", he turns to the Kitten. Stepping into the room, he doesn't even scan around as he just moves on autopilot to the bar. It's not until he's done placing his order (whiskey… it's been a day), that he glances aside and then double takes. At least it ends in a grin? "Hey Z'bor! Looking to relax a bit this evening too, huh?" Skipping right past formality, but he does at least tip his fingers in a quick-snapped salute.

Shouldn't it be Z'bor who's saluting? (Which he does btw.) Formalities aside, Va'os is also met with a grin, Z'bor's eyes twinkling with a bit of merry mischief. "Aye, relax, if that's what you want to call it. I just want to drown my aches in a tankard. It's been a long day, albiet a fecking beautiful one." He chuckles and is more than grateful when his ale arrives. He'll take a deep pull off the thing before returning to the conversation. "So how's Rielle? I haven't had a chance to go see her in a few days."

It goes both ways, doesn't it? He'd have to return it, so why not start it? Va'os logic. "Heh, didn't peg you as the 'drown in drink' type! Figured I'd sorted out most of those among the ranks…" Is he on that list? Probably. Though he's never made a public spectacle of himself or passed out anywhere outrageous. D'wane's had to help him back to his Weyr but… who doesn't get that tipsy now and again? "It was a beautiful day, that's for certain! One to be enjoyed before we're all forced back inside from the humidity." Paying for his drink, he'll take the small glass and twirl the contents thoughtfully as he leans back against the edge of the bar. "Well," he blows out his cheeks slightly. "She's mending? Probably feeling more stir crazy now that she's a little more mobile…" But not enough. "I'd planned to see her first thing tomorrow morning before our meetings. Healers tend not to enjoy my presence about the Infirmary of late." Thanks to his shenanigans of abducting their patient. He's sorry, not sorry.

Z'bor smiles. "I'm not usually, but a cool ale and some time to deflate seemed like a damn good idea tonight." And well, Z'bor isn't exactly known for shenanegans. He toes the line, mostly. As to Rielle, well, Z'bor nods and sighs. "I'm sure she's about ready to pull out all of her hair. I don't envy the healers." He chuckles and nods when the weyrleader mentions visiting the Serval Wingleader. "Well, the healers don't like me none either. So, we have something in common." Z'bor is a good man, toes the line, follows the law, but try to keep him in bed and molly coddle him? And you have another thing coming. Z'bor doesn't do idle very well. So he can see where Rielle might feel that way too. "Tell her Zariel says she misses her mama." Z'bor's been meaning to get Zari in to see Rielle, but he's been super busy and it's been H'ris hanging with the kids for the most part. "Fall in a couple days hence, think we'll make out alright?"

Va'os will raise his glass in acknowledgement and toast to Z'bor's remark on 'good ideas'. Taking a slow sip of the whiskey, he'll listen attentively while the greenrider speaks. He nods, lips pressing into a grim line before he smirks, "She's strong though. She'll get through the worst of it… Just have to keep her busy. Figure once she's more comfortable moving about without tiring to bad or at risk of injury, we can see about giving her light work. And I don't just mean hidework…" It'll be a little of this and a little of that, if Va'os has any say in it! His eyes soften a bit, "Yeah, I'll pass that along." Even if he has misgivings on telling Rielle that her daughter misses her. "Y'know how I am about 'Fall!" Va'os chuckles gruffly, while staring down at his drink. "We'll do our damn best and that's all I ask!" But he won't say it outright that he always hopes for the best. "Guess we'll see if our changes will net better results too."

Z'bor nods. He may not like greens and blues having to switch out mid-fall, being on one himself, but he can see the logic in it. And he doesn't argue with orders. "We'll see." Another sip of his ale and Z'bor is looking 'round the room, just because. He's glad the place isn't packed tight tonight. "Want to stay at the bar sir? Or would you mind joining me at a table. I want to sit. In a chair with a back." The barstool just isn't going to cut it tonight.

"Sir? Z'bor, we're having drinks and shooting the breeze. You can drop the 'sir'…" Va'os chides around some laughter, before gesturing for the greenrider to lead the way. "I won't say no to that!" He might place another order in though, before they leave to find a table. "You having any misgivings then? About the next Threadfalls?" he asks, casually. His expression remains curious but welcoming… he wouldn't care if Z'bor spoke his mind. So long as it's done respectfully, he's been trying to cultivate as many opinions of late as possible. How else to improve, if he doesn't know what's broken?

Z'bor chuckles. "Force of habit Va'os, sorry." He does indeed lead the way to a table, sinking gratefully into the chair and some damn back support! "I do, but only concerning having enough bodies to fill the voids. I see the logic behind the motion, but it worries me nonetheless." Being semi-head of a wing made mostly of greens and blues, one might see where that would worry Z'bor. He takes another drink of his ale, looking thoughtful.

Va'os grins and snickers under his breath, "I'll forgive you this time, Z'bor." Even the teasing implied threat is just that: empty. Settling less than gracefully into a chair of his own, he's quick to angle himself so that he can not only slouch, but stretch his legs out fully. "Yeah, valid points but like anything new, it takes awhile to work out the kinks. It's risky and I don't want more losses on our hands but something had to be done?" The tough choices of Leadership. Even Wingleaders face a version of it. Va'os would never envy anyone the task… even if he's grown a little more into his role. "We'll see how the next string of 'Falls go. If things aren't panning out, then maybe we'll scrap it. R'zel's had his hands full with one unruly Wingrider. You'll let me know if any are grumbling loud enough in your Wing too, eh?" And maybe he'll buy Z'bor a round of drinks for the headaches caused.

Z'bor nods, understanding. "Sounds like a plan, and I'll definitely make sure to let you know." Z'bor will gladly take the round of drinks too. When offered, that is. For now he's happy sipping down his ale and shooting the shit with his friend and weyrleader. "Who's he having issues with?" Z'bor's curious, particularly with the inter-wing activities he and R'zel have been plotting.

"J'puk, blue Frosheth's rider." Va'os supplies without hesitation, though keeps his voice pitched so that it only reaches Z'bor's ears over the natural din of the tavern. Finishing the last of his whiskey, he'll set the glass aside, only to have it picked up and replaced with the second glass he'd ordered. Winking his thanks to the server, he turns his attention back to Z'bor. "Appreciate it," he murmurs genuinely, as far as agreeing to give a 'heads up' of any brewing trouble. "So… duties and all aside, life's been treating you well?" And this is how the rest of the night will likely continue, with Va'os alternating between topics but often trying to steer clear of too much work. They spend all day dealing with it, after all!

Z'bor gives a considering hum on hearing the bluerider's name. He should probably not be surprised by the fact. "Aye, I'm sure he has his hands full with that one." He's about half done with his ale at this point, and the same server that replaces Va'os' drink tops him off and he gives her a grateful glance. "Life's good. The kids are growing and learning, things at home are good, and well, I'm still here to enjoy it all. So all said, not too shabby at all." He'll gladly spend what time they haunt the tavern shooting the breeze and talking about work. It doesn't bother him any. He comes home later light on his feet and feeling good about the day.

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