Who

Ha'ze, Magdaline

What

Ha'ze is snooping about the wine and Magdaline lets him pour his own doom.

When

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

Where

Cellars

OOC Date 18 Dec 2017 07:00

 

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Flabbergasted might describe Magdaline


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Cellars

Order at last, here in the cellar: foodstuffs in their proper places, floors cleaned and shelves organized: all the pots, pans, and flatware are properly hung on the walls and stored on their shelves, gleaming with careful cleaning. To one side of the cavern, there is a large outcropping of smoothed rock, permanently stained red: the place where all meat goes to be portioned for cooking. The air is cool and crisp and almost free of humidity and moisture, an astringent tang of salt and herbs hanging heavy in the air.


Know what ELSE is here? Adult beverages. Ha'ze found this room quite a selection and is going through it at his leaisure. Bottle by bottle gets pulled off the shelves, examined, and then set aside again as not-quite-right. He's wearing worn leathers and zero knot, but it isn't hard to note him as some kind of man of action as his scars extend even to the skin visible between neck and collar.

"You don't look like a vintner," Magdaline's heels don't betray her this time as she just happens to appear from around a corner. Who knows how long she's been watching the rummaging going on, but the furrow of her brow says she's not exactly pleased at the whole situation. The assistant has her own bottle in her hands, a pretty fine Fortian vintage, and her knot should more than justify her own presence.

"Wine lords seem to have issues with a lush in their ranks." Ha'ze brushes a bit of dust off a bottle's label before shaking his head. "When did Vtol Swamp Hold get their own vintage?" Seriously, who wants to drink fermented swamp water? EW. The bottle, for all of Ha'ze's obvious disgust, gets put away with the respect the glass is due before turning towards the assistant headwoman.

The Swamp Wine gets a brief, slightly shocked raised eyebrows from Magdaline before the woman turns her attention back on Ha'ze. "Most folks seem to have issues with lushes in their ranks. The vintners seem a little more tolerant than others…" It's part of their job after all. A note gets hastily jotted down on her clipboard while that bottle of wine gets tucked carefully in her elbow.

Ha'ze smirks and leans a shoulder against the wine rack. He's careful to make sure that he doesn't lean against any bottles that might find their way to the floor however. "Nah, they spit most of the time. It's all a front." His eyes trace across the woman from toe to top and then back down again. "So you are one of the door keepers of this room, aye?"

Magdaline winces ever so slightly as the man actually goes to lean against the wine rack and visions of hundreds of broken bottles cascading down dances through her head. "Could you not?" A hand waves towards the very rack he's leaning against. "And it's more the contents of the room than the door I'm interested in." Although from all the jingly keys in one of her pockets, she's at least a partial keeper of many doors.

"I could." Just so that she knows that Ha'ze is fully capible of not leaning against the rack. He's not moving himself very far though. A false yawn stretches across his lips, a hand coming up to block sight of his wide open mouth. "So dedicated. Doesn't that get tiring eventually?" He's not seemingly very interested in the answer as a bottle right beside him catches his gaze. Oohhh, he's just gonna pull it out.

And since someone isn't playing nice, Magdaline will step forward when Ha'ze goes to grab another bottle and reach out to bat his hand away. "Not that one. It's settling." And unless the rider has a really firm grip on the bottle, she'll attempt to just whisk it back in it's place. "And what's so wrong with the Cavern's selection of drinks that you had to take it upon yourself to find some new ones?"

Ha'ze laughs low and dark as she snatches the bottle away from him. He'll just reach for another, curious to see what she should do if he continues to antagonize, and keeps his eyes on her so that she knows exactly what he is doing. "And miss out the chance to meet a lass like yourself? How mundane would that be?" This is what is called good natured bastardism.

Magdaline eyes the man as he does it again. With both clipboard and wine bottle of her own, there's only so much swatting that she can do before disaster would strike. Since she's not at all interested in losing her own bottle, she's going to firmly grasp it and the clipboard as she crosses her arms and taps her toe. "Because you sure seem interested in meeting people when you were rearranging all those bottles on your lonesome."

"You are right, drinking all by my lonesome seems rather silly. I guess you will just need to join me." From a pocket Ha'ze slips a portable wine cork, the kind that a real lush would carry around for opening bottles at a moment's notice. Into the cork it goes and Ha'ze firmly works on getting it out as smoothly as possible. No cups are in sight so Ha'ze must be planning on drinking straight from the bottle.

Flabbergasted might describe Magdaline as the assistant headwoman watches that corkscrew magically appear in hand and her eyes widen as the man actually opens the bottle. She could probably say something to stop this, but no. She'll just stand there for a moment with a hand covering her mouth as the cork is worked out. "You're really going to drink that?" She sounds a little bit dubious. That bottle was very close to both the other one from Vtol Swamp hold and the ones she mentioned were settling from their recent arrival (presumably from a tithe train).

"Are you really not going to join me? This is the quality of your stores after all." Ha'ze flicks the cork out of his hands so it can go and settle in his corner. He's totally purposefully pushing buttons. Before taking a drink he lifts it to his nose and sniffs. A full on wince at the smell that issues forth. "Ah, well. Poor wine will do as well as quality for putting a man under, yes?" A waggle of eyebrows as he lifts it to his lips.

"Or you know, you should leave it for cooking like it was intended." Magdaline shakes her head. "I'm sorry, but I don't drink with someone who hasn't provided me there name." She doesn't really seem particularly sorry. Or like she's really that inclined to join as those arms are still remaining crossed as she watches from a few steps away. But her head tilts slightly as she waits for a name to be provided. About this time is when a young blue firelizard blinks in from between and comes to settle on the woman's shoulder, eyes whirling curiously at the rider.

"And allow it to ruin perfectly good food? For shame woman, would you poison us all?" Ha'ze has a fairly good idea of what he is letting himself in for, but he started down this path, might as well finish it. He's not even going to take a pansy little sip, full glug! Only once he's gotten it down without and shakes his head mournfully at the quality does he finally provide his name. "Ha'ze, Kaisylaith's rider, at your service."

Magdaline tsks at the accusations that she's ruining food. "There's a place for everything." Even if some things might only belong in the midden. "Considering how much malted vinegar folks put on their fried fish…" Where the heck is Igen getting the fish from in the desert might be another question, "I'm sure we can find some use for wine that's just a smidge above vinegar." There's a faint smile as the name is provided. "Well, Ha'ze. I'll be sure to let your wingleader know that you owe the Weyr some marks for that bottle." It'd have been a lot cheaper just to go to the Cantina. But since name is had, she'll give a little nod and turn to make her exit. The little blue however is going to leave her shoulder and head over to perch on the wine rack closest towards the rider. He's watching you, buddy.

"Sure the weyrleader has more than enough time for that." Ha'ze is fairly sure that H'rik doesn't, but only because he hasn't bothered to make himself more than name-on-paper known to the man. The bottle gets lifted to his lips as Magdaline takes herself off, the name exchange having yet to be completed between the two of them. A mental note is made to find out the woman's name. The blue above gets a salute with the bottle before Ha'ze saunters off to go find whatever mischief he might be able to find in Igen proper.

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