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Post by Greenie on Jan 7, 2008 22:45:23 GMT -5
 There were numerous ways one could entertain themselves. Some people considered getting drunk to be a form of entertainment in itself--perhaps the fun of it was simply seeing how many you could down before you passed out, or someone else figured out just how drunk you were. Pathos had no need for getting drunk, nor drunkards, for that matter. While they were amusing to watch, they simply became annoying after a while, not to mention rowdy and uncouth. Fun was supposed to be fun, not annoying to someone else.. well, at least, not too annoying. He fully intended to annoy someone today, mainly whoever was unfortunate enough to be the bartender. He walked into the bar, his gait swinging, and noted that it was half-empty, just the way he liked it. (Considering it was the middle of the day, it wasn't really surprising.) The feline seated himself at the bar and gave the poor sparrow a loopy grin. "Happen to have any mid-ranger wholloping cowboy on tap, ma'am?"[[If someone wants to jump in and give him a strange look for his non-existant beer, that would be wonderful <33 Kiki, feel free to jump in with Peder if you want. I'll delete this after someone replies!]] |
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Post by Satra on Jan 7, 2008 23:07:49 GMT -5
 Heilyn twitched. She was hoping to get some drinking done without being bothered. Midday was perfect. It was near empty and most of the people there were just like her: just a drink for the day, no bothering anybody and we'll soon be on our merry way. But noooo apparently the crazies are coming out at midday, too. Maybe tonight is a full moon? the crazies tend to come out during then. A mid-ranger what now? Obviously, if it did exist (maybe it's one of those strange outsider drinks that she hadn't heard about yet?) it wasn't created or named by a Mid-Ranger. And if it did, he or she probably bled to death because of it. Heilyn knew she stuck out like a sore thumb, and that seemed to give people the excuse to talk to her. Don't move. she thought, Its sight's probably triggered by motion, evil beast. |
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Post by Kiki on Jan 8, 2008 10:58:22 GMT -5
 Peder wasn't sure why Pathos had wanted to meet at Furgus's Bar as neither were major drinkers. Sure, they would occasionally but they could have simply done that at home. Nevertheless, he had planned to enjoy himself as he did every day. He walked into the bar and the noticed the quiet right away. He started to think it was odd but brushed the thought away because he realized it was in fact, the middle of the day. He looked around and saw his brother, Pathos and over a seat was an interesting canine. She was pretty however, she seemed to be emanating a slight.. odor. Yes, that was the nice way to put it. "Happen to have any mid-ranger wholloping cowboy on tap, ma'am?" " Make it two if you please. Pathos, you know you shouldn't be drinking that stuff. Also, get my brother something a bit... manlier. Come now Brother, you can take it." Pathos always made it easy to tease him and Peder never passed up the opportunity. " Tell me Pathos, what are you up to today? Causing trouble as per usual?" |
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Post by Greenie on Jan 8, 2008 16:23:21 GMT -5
Pathos eyed the girl (it was a girl, wasn't it? The mask made it hard to tell..) that sat next to him, amused at how disgusted she was. It seemed that she recognized that his choice was not an actual drink, though he still wasn't sure if the bartender had picked up on that or not. She was still staring at him rather blankly, her mouth open like a fish, gaping a bit. The feline almost thought he heard sound too, but her mouth suddenly snapped shut, so he couldn't've.
Just as he was about to slyly point at a random bottle that actually existed to clear up the confusion, Peder walked in, and saved him from having to explain himself. Though, he had to admit, it would be quite hilarious if they managed to get the brightly-colored coyote in on it.. but given that she was looking at him like he was wearing a clown nose, that probably wouldn't happen.
"Manlier? Dear brother, you wouldn't be insulting me, would you? Fine, fine, I'll just have some of Kerster's then. Oh, and give the nice lady here one too, would you?" He motioned at Heilyn with the same loopy grin on his face. The bartender simply looked relieved that she knew what he was talking about, and quickly nodded.
"Trouble? Me? When have I ever caused any trouble?" The feline turned to Peder, his expression innocent enough to be believeable, but not innocent enough to make him laugh.
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Post by Satra on Jan 8, 2008 16:56:13 GMT -5
Someone is buying... me a drink? This was new (well, outside the Bog, anyway). She eyed the drink suspiciously. She saw the way the bartender reacted to the man, so she could've been some kind of accomplice. After a second or two, she deemed the drink safe and turned to look at the two men again. Clowns. The both of them. They were amusing though... almost. Heilyn just hoped they didn't turn obnoxious, like most goofy people who got drunk did (unless they were the type to start bawling, then it would be hilarious!).
She was still finishing up the drink she had, put in a bowl so it would be easier to drink in her animal form. She'd freaked out the bartender slightly revealing her mouth to drink.
But it was only one. She could safely have another and still have enough sense left over to take out anyone who would try and cross any borders. She nodded in thanks at Pathos as the drink was placed in front of her, grateful, but still a little suspicious of his generosity. Her outward appearance remained neutral though, not betraying her thoughts.
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Post by Kiki on Jan 8, 2008 18:39:32 GMT -5
"Manlier? Dear brother, you wouldn't be insulting me, would you?
"Oh now Pathos, don't get your knickers in a twist, to be fair you really can't drink. You're like a woman in that instance, can barely handle a glass. And as far as I'm concerned, you know damn well you ain't no angel, dear brother." Peder laughed at his brothers attempt to act "innocent". He was about as innocent as a pro in a beginner card game.
Enough of their game, Peder turned back to the bartender. "Ay, we're just havin a bit of fun with ya'. Just fetch the same as my brother if you will."
"Ay Pathos, where's your manners? You buy the lady a drink and you don't even ask 'er name? For Shame. Well love, I'm more couth than my dear brother... You can call me Peder." Peder winked at the canine. She may smell but boy was she an attractive one (from what he could tell). He might have to get to know her better.
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Post by Satra on Jan 8, 2008 20:08:53 GMT -5
You're like a woman in that instance, can barely handle a glass.
O RLY
Heilyn begged to differ. Though her body was quite lean with very little body fat, she could probably drink the two of them under the table. Oh, the riffraff. How absolutely amusing they were. Perhaps we should play, eh?
"My name is Heilyn," and I'll be your Dom for the evening. she finished in thought, her grin hidden by her mask. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Peder, and you as well, and Pathos. Thank you for the drink," she cooed in a delicate voice quite uncharacteristic of her. She wasn't very good at playing innocent. Everything else fit perfectly, but there was always an air, some kind of odd undertone, that seemed to betray her wicked nature or intentions. It was subtle, but to the astute, still noticeable.
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Post by Greenie on Jan 8, 2008 22:28:58 GMT -5
The girl seemed startled when he bought her a drink, and this surprised Pathos to some extent. Sure, she smelled a tad funny and her colors were strange, but she had yet to do anything completely rude, so why not? Not to mention getting in with the ladies was never a bad idea.
"Dear boy, why would I want to drink? Getting drunk is for the rich and the stupid, and I qualify for neither, thankyouverymuch."
Pathos noted that the coyote seemed to stiffen, but didn't take too much notice of it until she began to respond to his brother. Peder, despite thinking he was the toast of the town, clearly had no tact whatsoever. He'd already managed to offend poor (ish?) little (ish?) Heilyn (what a pretty name!), and she was now spitting sarcasm at him in the form of delicate cooing.
Who cooed? Babies and their mothers did, that's who, and it certainly didn't suit Heilyn, despite the fact that Pathos barely knew her.
"Ah, Peder, do shut up before she punches the both of us, eh? You're welcome, but in exchange, hurt him, not me, please? I'm an innocent bystander in the wake of his stupidity, honest!" Pathos gave her a version of his innocent face, which had a bit more pouting in it. He didn't really expect her to hurt either of them, though--she didn't seem that mad, and besides, none of them were drunk, so it would be quite pointless.
Not to mention Pathos liked Heilyn, at least what he saw of her so far--she seemed rather spunky, even if she did want to claw Peder's eyes out for some reason.
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Post by Kiki on Jan 8, 2008 23:04:25 GMT -5
Uh oh. It would seem that Peder had offended Heilyn. He hadn't intended on doing that, he just kind of ended up making an arse of himself. She had "cooed" at him, but the only thing he could do was what he felt was "damage control".
"No dear Heilyn, the pleasure is all mine. Please accept my apologies if I offend. I hadn't meant you any ill will. Pathos and I have a certain way of speaking around each other and I forget sometimes that most others do not like that."
What's this? Pathos chiding him, ay; normally it was the other way around but something about ladies made Peder funny. It was like he wasn't in control of his personality any more.
It was probably best they didn't go out very often for this reason. When he found others attractive he always had a tendency to say the wrong thing and sound worse than he really was. And he couldn't get over how lovely Heilyn was. From the sounds of it, Pathos had the same idea going in his head. Well, today was going to be interesting; Peder was used to "competitions" with Pathos anyway so let it begin!
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Post by Satra on Jan 8, 2008 23:26:46 GMT -5
Oh dear, she had upset them. She truly felt awful. Just awful. She had to consciously stop her tail from giving a wag.
And what was this? They were apologizing for each other? This was turning out far more interesting than originally anticipated.
She actually enjoyed their banter. Their goofiness was pretty clever, and the fact that two Clubs had the balls enough to hit on a Heart at a bar in this society. Well, Heilyn was actually a little impressed.
"You'll have to excuse me," she apologized in a delicate tone. This little "meeting" was not political or business-related, so she could tug them around all she wanted. "I don't usually get so much attention in public. It just threw me off, that's all. I'm not offended." Yeees~ comfort me, I am a delicate little flower.
Nyeheheh.
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