.: Nov 3rd - Early Morning :.
(Snipped from live play. My many thanks to Sergei, Paul, Yeardley, and Harper for some monstrously huge giggles)
It's been a long day for Sergei -- up at five for a quick flight past Star's End, back into the spaceport to check out the junkyards, a short race along the Daggertooth Mountains (the Maria ranked, but only just), back to the farm to check out the plane, a test flight, and back to RhyDin for a shower at the Bon Bon and a burger on the way to the Inn. He balls up the wrapper, jumps and pitches it (b-ball style!) into a bin across the street. Three points!
Although Regan wasn't fond of the cold weather, there was one benefit to the impending winter -- the days were getting shorter. Fewer daytime hours led to more shadows to slip in and out of. He was feeling safer already. Yet, he still checked his back from time-to-time and switched up his route as much as possible. Passing the back alley that led to the Inn always provided him an opportunity. He'd slip in the back and out the front. He turned the corner into the alley and then through the door.
Eyeballing the left behind bottle of whiskey Katt had thought about pouring herself a glass. Then..to her bottle of unopened cranberry juice. Hm. Mix? A sigh and the bottle was picked up to be put away. "Meh..probably shouldn't.."
Sergei slips in through the front door, spots Paul and Katt across the room, and gives them both a wave. "Evening!"
A smile flickered across his face but never cemented into an actual expression. A friendly nod to Sergei and Katt accompanied the twitch of his lips as he casually let his feet lead up towards the bar.
She blinked to Sergei then to Paul. "Oh hey..sneaking in here?" Her eyes went to Sergei again and she smiled very lightly. "Hey you.."
Something about the smile and the greeting and the long tiring day makes it so that Sergei's reaction to Katt is to just get plain old twitterpated. His cheeks color a bit, he looks away and rubs the back of his neck. Eventually he recovers. "Hi... So, I placed in that race! The Daggertooth Dash? It was just fourth, I didn't get a medal or anything... but I got a cash prize! And some lady wants to interview me." Beam.
Katt glanced to Paul. "Can I get you anything to drink, Mister?" Lord..she wasn't sure if she ever got his name. That wasn't normal. She gestured Sergei to the bar so he wasn't talking across the way. "That is great! A lady huh." She grinned a bit. "So you got yourself a date." Couldn't resist the little tease. Specially when he was all blushy!
Sergei's wanted currently, though not for an interview: a courier arrives at the Inn, having followed Sergei at a distance, called to get his attention, failed to do so, lost him in the crowd, and has now finally caught up. He comes in through the front door and stoops over to catch his breath. Then he clears his throat. "Mr. Rodovic?" He crosses to the center of the room and holds out an envelope for him.
"What?!" There go his cheeks again. "No, no, it's not like that at all, it's strictly professional," he counters. "She's a reporter interested in my success as a -- huh?" He looks up at the courier, goes to retrieve the letter. The poor, winded man has to clear his throat twice before Sergei remembers to tip him, and he goes away while Sergei stands there and reads.
"Uh huhhh. Strictly professional." She totally believed that. Not. Slowly Katt's head tipped as she watched the courier and the letter that Sergei had. She shouldn't be nosey in his affairs after all but she couldn't help it.
"No, thanks. Not sticking around long." His reply to Katt was almost apologetic. He'd forgotten the flirtatious tension between the kids. Paul twisted a wrist over to glance at his watch with a sudden frown.
He mouths over the words, then purses his lips, thinking... "...one grand if I can do a passenger flight out to a ship at sea by ten. I gotta dash." He leans forward to give Katt a quick, one-armed hug, then waves to Paul on his way to the back door and out.
She blinked to Paul for the reply and she smiled a bit. "Geez you are busy too huh. Must be a guy thing." She tilted her head to Sergei who was busy busy. Wait..what? Hug and dash? She turned to watch Sergei blaze out. "Rest my case.."
A chuckle rumbled in Paul's chest and the frown had disappeared before he lifted his gaze. "Hardly busy. And I doubt that's something men have cornered the market on."
"I guess that is true." She shook her head and smiled a bit to Paul. To note she wasn't flirting just couldn't help but tease when Sergei was blushy over his success. At least that is what she figured it was. "So if not busy..hot date?"
His amusement seemed to be growing by the moment. This time the smile seemed to stick around as he reached up to being unbuttoning his cargo jacket. "A woman once told me that I wasn't much good at dating. Therefore, I try to avoid dates."
Her brows raised. "Wow..that kinda sucks..Can't really say I am any good at them myself. Every time I try to ..something goes horribly wrong. Maybe I should avoid dates too." She considered that thoughtfully and pointed to the shelves. "Sure you don't want a drink?"
"There's too much pressure to it. You have to make sure you dress up, you have to make sure you don't fall, you have to make sure you don't say anything stupid." His gaze slipped past her to the alcohol and with the guilt of interrupting the pair no longer weighing on him, he gave a nod and took a seat at a stool before the bar. "You know... maybe I have time for a drink. I'll have whatever you're having."
"Uh.." She blinked at that. "Not exactly my reasons but each to their own?" And since her bottle hadn't been opened she nudged the bottle of cranberry juice over to Paul. Hey..he did say whatever she was drinking. His fault!
The jacket was dropped over the back of the stool. He gave a laugh at the cranberry juice before falling to his feet to head for the break in the bar. "No, no, no. People don't commiserate over juice. We need beers at least." The sleeves of the plaid button-down shirt beneath the jacket were rolled up to his elbows along the way. "Well, if you don't mind me asking, what are your reasons?"
She made a face at him. "I don't drink bear. Yuck. And I've already stated as to why. Things just go horribly wrong. Usually with spilled blood involved." Just thinking about it made her hand lower to rub across her torso. "And you did say what I was drinking. That was what I was going to drink. Make up your mind."
"I'll give you that. I did say whatever you were drinking." And since she didn't seem to want one, he only grabbed a single bottle of Badsider. The flat of a palm fell against the top, twisting it open as he slipped back out from behind the bar. "Spilled blood? Well, you definitely one-up me. Maybe I shouldn't complain about spilling food on my shirt then."
"Course I've only *tried* to be on two dates. I bet you have actually gone through dates." Katt snorted a quiet sound like she might of laughed. Maybe. A nod was given to Saphira and she nudged the container of beignets. "I think I am just ..you know..cursed." Sage nod. "If food is all your problem then I think you aren't that bad at dates. Things like that happen."
"Not the least of my problems. But I must admit my problems are usually related to my own failings. You know, lack of social graces and an inability to keep my foot out of my mouth." There was a note of humor to Paul's voice as he settled back onto the stool, eyeing those beignets suddenly. He rarely passed up food. "I don't think two is enough of a sample size to know whether or not you're truly cursed."
A wave went to Bayliss who sorta seemed ..wow apparently she wasn't the only one in a icky mood. Slowly Katt's eyes went to Paul. "Do you want me to challenge that?" She seriously seemed to mean it too.
There was a flash of a friendly smile upon spotting Bayliss. It had been a while since he'd laid eyes on her. The smile slipped to a curious look as Paul's brown eyes bounced back over to Kat, brows furrowing in a look of concern. The seriousness in her tone seemed to cut through his layer of good-natured humor. "I think looking at it as a challenge is perhaps the wrong way to go about it. But, then again, I don't think you have to date. Relationships can start more casually than that."
When it came to the certain thought her mood seemed to grow even more grim. She forced it down and offered Paul a near apologetic smile. "Suppose that is true. Course..wouldn't know." She shook a finger at Paul. "So there is hope for you yet."
(Snipped from live play. My many thanks to Sergei, Paul, Yeardley, and Harper for some monstrously huge giggles)
It's been a long day for Sergei -- up at five for a quick flight past Star's End, back into the spaceport to check out the junkyards, a short race along the Daggertooth Mountains (the Maria ranked, but only just), back to the farm to check out the plane, a test flight, and back to RhyDin for a shower at the Bon Bon and a burger on the way to the Inn. He balls up the wrapper, jumps and pitches it (b-ball style!) into a bin across the street. Three points!
Although Regan wasn't fond of the cold weather, there was one benefit to the impending winter -- the days were getting shorter. Fewer daytime hours led to more shadows to slip in and out of. He was feeling safer already. Yet, he still checked his back from time-to-time and switched up his route as much as possible. Passing the back alley that led to the Inn always provided him an opportunity. He'd slip in the back and out the front. He turned the corner into the alley and then through the door.
Eyeballing the left behind bottle of whiskey Katt had thought about pouring herself a glass. Then..to her bottle of unopened cranberry juice. Hm. Mix? A sigh and the bottle was picked up to be put away. "Meh..probably shouldn't.."
Sergei slips in through the front door, spots Paul and Katt across the room, and gives them both a wave. "Evening!"
A smile flickered across his face but never cemented into an actual expression. A friendly nod to Sergei and Katt accompanied the twitch of his lips as he casually let his feet lead up towards the bar.
She blinked to Sergei then to Paul. "Oh hey..sneaking in here?" Her eyes went to Sergei again and she smiled very lightly. "Hey you.."
Something about the smile and the greeting and the long tiring day makes it so that Sergei's reaction to Katt is to just get plain old twitterpated. His cheeks color a bit, he looks away and rubs the back of his neck. Eventually he recovers. "Hi... So, I placed in that race! The Daggertooth Dash? It was just fourth, I didn't get a medal or anything... but I got a cash prize! And some lady wants to interview me." Beam.
Katt glanced to Paul. "Can I get you anything to drink, Mister?" Lord..she wasn't sure if she ever got his name. That wasn't normal. She gestured Sergei to the bar so he wasn't talking across the way. "That is great! A lady huh." She grinned a bit. "So you got yourself a date." Couldn't resist the little tease. Specially when he was all blushy!
Sergei's wanted currently, though not for an interview: a courier arrives at the Inn, having followed Sergei at a distance, called to get his attention, failed to do so, lost him in the crowd, and has now finally caught up. He comes in through the front door and stoops over to catch his breath. Then he clears his throat. "Mr. Rodovic?" He crosses to the center of the room and holds out an envelope for him.
"What?!" There go his cheeks again. "No, no, it's not like that at all, it's strictly professional," he counters. "She's a reporter interested in my success as a -- huh?" He looks up at the courier, goes to retrieve the letter. The poor, winded man has to clear his throat twice before Sergei remembers to tip him, and he goes away while Sergei stands there and reads.
"Uh huhhh. Strictly professional." She totally believed that. Not. Slowly Katt's head tipped as she watched the courier and the letter that Sergei had. She shouldn't be nosey in his affairs after all but she couldn't help it.
"No, thanks. Not sticking around long." His reply to Katt was almost apologetic. He'd forgotten the flirtatious tension between the kids. Paul twisted a wrist over to glance at his watch with a sudden frown.
He mouths over the words, then purses his lips, thinking... "...one grand if I can do a passenger flight out to a ship at sea by ten. I gotta dash." He leans forward to give Katt a quick, one-armed hug, then waves to Paul on his way to the back door and out.
She blinked to Paul for the reply and she smiled a bit. "Geez you are busy too huh. Must be a guy thing." She tilted her head to Sergei who was busy busy. Wait..what? Hug and dash? She turned to watch Sergei blaze out. "Rest my case.."
A chuckle rumbled in Paul's chest and the frown had disappeared before he lifted his gaze. "Hardly busy. And I doubt that's something men have cornered the market on."
"I guess that is true." She shook her head and smiled a bit to Paul. To note she wasn't flirting just couldn't help but tease when Sergei was blushy over his success. At least that is what she figured it was. "So if not busy..hot date?"
His amusement seemed to be growing by the moment. This time the smile seemed to stick around as he reached up to being unbuttoning his cargo jacket. "A woman once told me that I wasn't much good at dating. Therefore, I try to avoid dates."
Her brows raised. "Wow..that kinda sucks..Can't really say I am any good at them myself. Every time I try to ..something goes horribly wrong. Maybe I should avoid dates too." She considered that thoughtfully and pointed to the shelves. "Sure you don't want a drink?"
"There's too much pressure to it. You have to make sure you dress up, you have to make sure you don't fall, you have to make sure you don't say anything stupid." His gaze slipped past her to the alcohol and with the guilt of interrupting the pair no longer weighing on him, he gave a nod and took a seat at a stool before the bar. "You know... maybe I have time for a drink. I'll have whatever you're having."
"Uh.." She blinked at that. "Not exactly my reasons but each to their own?" And since her bottle hadn't been opened she nudged the bottle of cranberry juice over to Paul. Hey..he did say whatever she was drinking. His fault!
The jacket was dropped over the back of the stool. He gave a laugh at the cranberry juice before falling to his feet to head for the break in the bar. "No, no, no. People don't commiserate over juice. We need beers at least." The sleeves of the plaid button-down shirt beneath the jacket were rolled up to his elbows along the way. "Well, if you don't mind me asking, what are your reasons?"
She made a face at him. "I don't drink bear. Yuck. And I've already stated as to why. Things just go horribly wrong. Usually with spilled blood involved." Just thinking about it made her hand lower to rub across her torso. "And you did say what I was drinking. That was what I was going to drink. Make up your mind."
"I'll give you that. I did say whatever you were drinking." And since she didn't seem to want one, he only grabbed a single bottle of Badsider. The flat of a palm fell against the top, twisting it open as he slipped back out from behind the bar. "Spilled blood? Well, you definitely one-up me. Maybe I shouldn't complain about spilling food on my shirt then."
"Course I've only *tried* to be on two dates. I bet you have actually gone through dates." Katt snorted a quiet sound like she might of laughed. Maybe. A nod was given to Saphira and she nudged the container of beignets. "I think I am just ..you know..cursed." Sage nod. "If food is all your problem then I think you aren't that bad at dates. Things like that happen."
"Not the least of my problems. But I must admit my problems are usually related to my own failings. You know, lack of social graces and an inability to keep my foot out of my mouth." There was a note of humor to Paul's voice as he settled back onto the stool, eyeing those beignets suddenly. He rarely passed up food. "I don't think two is enough of a sample size to know whether or not you're truly cursed."
A wave went to Bayliss who sorta seemed ..wow apparently she wasn't the only one in a icky mood. Slowly Katt's eyes went to Paul. "Do you want me to challenge that?" She seriously seemed to mean it too.
There was a flash of a friendly smile upon spotting Bayliss. It had been a while since he'd laid eyes on her. The smile slipped to a curious look as Paul's brown eyes bounced back over to Kat, brows furrowing in a look of concern. The seriousness in her tone seemed to cut through his layer of good-natured humor. "I think looking at it as a challenge is perhaps the wrong way to go about it. But, then again, I don't think you have to date. Relationships can start more casually than that."
When it came to the certain thought her mood seemed to grow even more grim. She forced it down and offered Paul a near apologetic smile. "Suppose that is true. Course..wouldn't know." She shook a finger at Paul. "So there is hope for you yet."