Who

Agertha, S'ayde

What

((Backscened)) Happens a few days after Bombshells and Babies on the afternoon of Ready...Set...Rock!!!!

When
Where

Igen Weyr - Dustbowl Cantina

OOC Date 17 Jul 2017 06:00

 

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"Aye, the pit, took a good one to the jaw but I won 3 rounds."


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Dustbowl Cantina

To enter the Dustbowl Cantina is to descend: the heart of the ancient tavern lies half underground, at the foot of ancient steps, insulated from summer heat and winter cold by the volcanic rock surrounding it. A windowless place well-lit by glows, it is homey, even cozy, with a certain bijou charm - but for the deep gouges worn in wooden table and solid stone, some clearly lingering evidence of boisterous brawling. The wall behind the well-polished bar, though, remains free from scars or graffiti, as does the door into the small kitchen, and the stairwell up into the owner's quarters: the barkeep and his staff reign, and they guard their territory well. After all, only a fool angers the source of the booze.


The cantina isn't the first place one would normally look for Agertha. The growing empty space is maybe testament to the kind of mood she's in. It may also be testament to the fact that people are watching to see how many times she'll jump at the slightest of sounds. Which happens when the door opens, and then closes again, "Ha! That's another five marks y'owe me," someone says, and there's laughter at that which sends the woman in question to cringing once more. Why then is she here? The lined up, and empty glasses could be clue to that, the one currently in her hand is half full of whiskey.

S'ayde is fresh from the pit, sporting a scrape on the right side of his face, near the jaw. He's rubbing said jaw as he walks into the Cantina dressed in his usual fighting clothes, loose black pants bound at the ankle and a Zingari vest of green and silver and sandals. His rucksack is slung from his shoulder and sways as he approaches the bar. "Whiskey please…" He lets out gruffly and places a quarter mark down, then replaces it with a full mark. "You know what, can I just have the whole bottle? Thanks." He sits and waits, letting the barkeep tend to others first. S'ayde turns to survey the crowd and spies Agertha, sending her a short salute when he thinks she's looking.

Agertha gives an ever so slight jump at the bang (okay, not bang) of the door. A salute is thrown her way, and it takes a moment for the reason for it to register and a moment more for it to register that the person sending it is none other than, "S'ayde," is called, with a wave of her glass, "The Pit?" more statement than question that is, but there's still that slight uptick in voice that makes it a question. There are scattered within those crowded around Agertha fellow Arroyos, mostly brown riders, a couple of bronzers, and some blueriders. A sigh is given before she stands and moves to the bar, "Wish she'd just fly already," is said as yet another sudden noise sends the greenrider jumping again. This quiet is nerve-wracking.

S'ayde's bottle of whiskey is delivered, and the mark scooped up with a smile. The greenrider himself reaches over the bar and grabs a couple of shot glasses, he offers one to Agertha before popping the cork ok the bottle and pouring himself a shot. "Aye, the pit, took a good one to the jaw but I won 3 rounds." Her comment on Kestrath is noted and S'ayde chuckled. "A little on edge there sis?" The formalities have been dispensed with so he reverts to being the 'big' clutch-bro.

A sigh, and an acceptance of the whiskey, "She's been quiet a touch over a seven now. She doesn't normally go longer than a seven," Agertha answers, "So, yes. Just a little on edge," she'll change tack now, and ask, "Moanna talk with you?" because if the other greenrider hasn't done that, then there will be a scene but not directed at S'ayde. She'll down the whiskey, and force herself to relax just a little. It's well known at this point that a drinking Agertha means a proddy Kestrath.

S'ayde gives his version of blank face, going still and turning to take his shot, pour another and take it too. Agertha will probably know that, yes, it means Moanna talked to him. "Aye." He grits out anyway, pouring a third shot. He's half glossy in the eyes, Kataskiath already scolding him for drinking, he just tries to block her out. He needs this, and a good run, to clear his mind. Then, click. "Wait, you know?!? When??"

Agertha would laugh if she weren't so on edge, "She didn't tell you? I insisted she first, see a healer and second talk to you before deciding anything," she sits as still as she can with the noise of the cantina, "So, do I need to give you extra hard assignments? Kick your rear end? Or anything of the like?" translation, was Moanna put into tears, and does Agertha have to do something about it? Aww, Aggie's inner Mommy's showing again. Shh, don't tell the rest of the wing.

"She mentioned you made her go to the healers, not why. Then she told me she was pregnant. I didn't know you were with her." He says, making the assumption. Agertha's next line of questioning has S'ayde laughing a bit. "No. It's why I've been to the Pit, twice now. For now I drink, and think, and then I'll run to clear my head. And if you're worried about Mo, I wouldn't take my insecurities out on her, this isn't anyone's fault, it seems nature is persistent." S'ayde takes another drink. "We agreed to take a bit of time to think about things." What they were going to do was a toss up, they just know terminating isn't an option.

Agertha gives a nod at S'ayde's assumption, "She asked if I would go with her," she then chuckles, "Okay, well there are certainly worse ways for you to think," like drinking to excess. Something Agertha's not doing, she's just trying to settle nerves and once she's finished the whiskey in her shot glass it's time to switch to something less alcoholic, "This is why I insisted she talk with you. I can't insist on anything," hello, mother of twins? "It would be hypocritical of me," so that won't happen, "Just so you know, I'll still totally kick your ass if you hurt Mo," why? Because it's what a friend does when someone hurts a friend. Even if that someone is a clutch brother, "Of course I would probably have to kick her ass if she hurt you, fair's fair after all."

S'ayde looks mighty offended at the thought that he might hurt Moanna. "I wouldn't do it a-purpose Aggie, I love her, we're 'mated for a reason. It's just…I have no idea if I have any business being a father, considering…" Y'know, all that spy background and, admittedly, his temper. "Well, you know." Another shot down and Kataskiath is breaking through in a boom. «If you plan on drinking yoursssellf sssstupid Sss'aayde, then at leassst do it at home…» S'ayde isn't drunk yet, but he will be at this rate, the heat of Kataskiath's flames in his head, however, temper his need to continue. Bank your fires Kat, I'll slow down. «Better if you ssstopped altogether, you might not have an aching head in the morning, but I do.» S'ayde shakes his head at his green and returns to the conversation at hand.

Agertha would chuckle, but she's just too on edge, "I think," she pauses to consider her next words, "I think you don't give yourself enough credit," she looks at her friend for a moment, "We've known each other for a while. Did you know, the whole time I was pregnant I was terrified?" she kept it to herself. No, she had no complications. Wasn't even sick to her stomach, not once, "I sometimes think it's normal to be afraid. The fact that you're aware of what could be a problem means you've a better sense of yourself. Means you will be able to spot those traits you don't like about yourself, and help your child to minimize them," a pause, is she drunk? Probably considering this is a rest day for Agertha, and she's been here in the cantina for a good portion of it, "I mean, you've seen my temper," no. No he really hasn't it, but he's seen her way of keeping it in check. Not many women fight in the pit. Why else but to keep from losing her temper?

S'ayde shrugs. "I think we both fight in the Pit for a reason, but …" Well, he could go on forever with the buts, but he won't. "It's something I gotta work out on my own Aggie, thanks anyway." He's not shying away from the subject, it's just simply true. Working out how he feels is something he has to do. With a sigh, he re-corks the whiskey and gives Agertha a smile. "Thanks for being there with Mo, I wish she would have told me her suspicions first, but I'm glad someone was there with her." S'ayde groans. "Kataskiath's going to have an apoplexy if I stay here too much longer, and I really should go home and finish talking to Moanna, we have a lot to work out with this." S'ayde puts the whiskey in his bag and claps Agertha on the shoulder. "Thanks for the talk, good luck with Kes, eh?"

Agertha gives a nod as she also stands, "I'm going to jump out of my skin if I stay here too much longer," she admits as she heads for the door. Maybe she'll go for a swim? Someone from Arroyo's already paid for her drinks. Who exactly, she doesn't know. Only that someone from the wing has been keeping a steady supply of drinks headed her way, but now? Now it's time to find some place else to be. She drops a mark on the bar top anyway, and then is gone.

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