--------------------------------------------------------------------------

Drinking and Driving... To Insanity

Date:  January 25, 2001
Places:  Telgar Weyr's Living Cavern and Skyspace; South Boll's Gather
Beach and Lava Lounge
Game:  PernMUSH
Copyright Info:  The World of Pern is copyright(c) to Anne McCaffrey 
l967. The Dragonriders of Pern(r) is a registered copyright.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------

Kassi's Note:  This sojourn was K'ran's idea, and it went magnificently.
The newly graduated Weyrlings have planned a trip to the Lava Lounge,
and the rest of the Weyr can come along too, so we do.  Havoc ensues.  
Between the impregnation of tables, the dancing, the charges of 
impotence, and various other things, it turned into a trip that none of 
the participants are ever apt to forget--regardless of how much they may 
try. ;)

--------------------------------------------------------------------------


The Log:

You walk past the lintel and into the wide living cavern.

Pierron humphs thoughtfully as the Wingleader of Thunderbolt arrives.

Tarlo looks over and smiles, offering a salute. "Hey, Kassima," she greets.
"I think folks are still on for Lava Lounge tonight, do you want to come?"

T'kar scratches his head, then grins brightly at Kassi. "Looks like your
chance has come to get me there again."

Greylin walks in from the bowl.

Enter Kassima, stage right, humming something cheerful. "The bronzer's
back," she sings, "and you're going t'be in trouble--heyla, did someone
mention the Lounge?" Why, no, she doesn't have an ear for certain magic
words at all. Shouldering her satchel, she meanders towards where the
others sit. "If'n drunkenness is going to occur, you know you can count me
in."

T'vor walks in from the bowl.

Talisha offers a wave towards Kassima as she arrives, and another towards
Greylin as she spots her. "Evening evening." she calls, grinning the
slightest bit. "When's everyone planning on leaving?" she asks, looking to
Tarlo again as if she has all the answers.

Greylin waves to Talisha. "Leaving?" she asks, looking around and finally
settling on Tarlo, since Tali seems to think Tarlo knows all.

T'vor makes his way inside, shrugging out of his flight gear, hair
plastered to his head from his helmet. He heads to the sidebar, fills two
mugs with klah, holds them in one hand, piles a plate with food and
balances that on his other hand and makes his way to the Dawnslight wing
table. He sets his stuff down then flops into a chair.

Tarlo shakes her head. "Not sure. Like I said, it's K'ran's idea. I'm just
a willing conspiritor."

T'kar runs a hand through his hair. "Greylin, T'vor," he calls out, waving
with his other hand. "Stay away if you know what's best for you, they're
going to the Lava Lounge."

Kassima quips, finding her seat at the head of Thunderbolt's table and
falling into it without fanfare, "Nay hard t'be willing where the Lounge is
concerned, I've found. But that's another story entirely... so you're
hoping t'have a chance t'make up for losing that other chance t'drink, T'kar?"

Greylin crinkles her brow. "The what?" she queries, looking, well, confoozed.

T'vor grins at T'kar, "I'm too old to be drinking any more." He does a
quick scan around the cavern, and sends a wave Kassima's direction. Back to
T'kar, "'Sides, I have some work to attend to."

"Nuh uh!" Tarlo insists. "Greylin has to come as part of the graduated
class, it's a moral imperative. T'vor can option out, but he'd be missing a
great time..." she grins over at Greylin. "It's a bar in Southern Boll."

"The lava lounge." Talisha supplies in a non-chalant manner for Greylin.
"It's a bar over at South Boll. They serve the most toxic drinks you can
imagine."

T'kar ponders that over a meatroll. "Oh...I suppose I could be convinced.
Someone has to watch over you lot. Wish I could say the same, T'vor," he
grins. "Yeah," he nods at Tarlo and Talisha.

Tarlo pouts at T'kar. "You're going to have at least one drink, right?
Someone has to taste a brown dragon."

Kassima dips her chin in an absent, amiable nod back to T'vor, then lifts a
finger to wiggle at Talisha. "Nay quite, nay quite. The most toxic drinks
aren't sold in any tavern--but the Lounge probably comes closest, even if
the Nova at the Dawn Sisters gives it competition. *Faranth*! Don't make
anyone drink a Brown Dragon. You've nay idea what's *in* those things."

Greylin folds her arms and frowns. "Go drinking..." she says skeptically.
"And who will be visualizing for everyone, genius?" she adds.

Talisha chuckles softly at Kassima and grins. "I don't doubt it, but I
haven't been t'all that many bars. So really.. I guess I wouldn't know."
attention shifts to Greylin and she rolls her eyes ever-so-slightly.
"Imanath, Indrath and Cariath already know how to get there." She says in
as bright a manner as possible.

Tarlo says "On the way there? Kassima or Tali or K'ran or myself. We've all
been before." she says gaily. "On the way back? Probably T'kar, he'll be
the most sober of the lot of us."

T'vor looks at Tarlo, "Greylin isn't going anywhere, not until I say she can."

T'kar peers out at the Bowl. "Oh, sure. I'll have to stay sober enough to
keep watch on Fasolth and make sure he doesn't proposition any of those
pretty females." He eyes Kassima suspiciously at her mention of the Brown
Dragon.

Greylin looks between Tarlo and Talisha, beginning an answer, then peers at
T'vor. "Excuse me, sir?" she asks, confused.

"Now there's a thing that hasn't been done in an age. Flying the Nine,"
Kassi sighs, almost mournful. "Or the Six, as it usually fell out... eh,
for the trip back, the dragons can check their visual against that of the
watchriders here. T'kar, man, keep *dreaming*."

Tarlo looks between T'vor and Greylin. "Um...alright...?"

T'vor nods to Greylin, "You heard me, you aren't going any where unless I
say it's allright. In fact, why don't you move over to this table for a
moment, I need to talk to you." While it is phrased as a request, the tone
of voice definitely doesn't come across as requesting.

Talisha wrinkles her nose slightly - gaze flicking between Greylin and
T'vor. She turns to mouth something to Tarlo, then looks back, waiting to
see what happens.

Greylin gives her clutchmates an odd look and then slowly makes her way to
T'vor's table. As she stops next to the Dawnslight table, she ventures,
"Have I unwittingly given offense, sir?"

T'vor looks at Greylin, "You will if you don't sit down. Sit." He takes
another bite of his meal.

Kassima must have an idea what's going on, since, apart from a brief frown,
she ignores the incident entirely. "T'kar's been, too," she thinks to aside
to Tarlo. "He and Leya finally got t'go on their inductions. But he didn't
drink a drop, if'n you can believe it."

Greylin nods, mystified, as she complies with the pseudo-request. Folding
her hands in front of her on the table, she waits silently to see what
T'vor actually wants.

Tarlo scrunches her nose. "Doesn't that defeat the purpose?" she remarks.

Talisha scratches at her chin for a moment, still peering across at
Greylin. "Hmm." comes her thoughtful remark, before she turns back around
to the others. "Not a single drop!"

T'kar beams innocently. "Hmm, well. I don't always have the same purpose as
everyone else..."

"Well, there's the vine," Kassi points out, tilting her head. "Hanging from
the cliff on the beach--did you see it? If'n you haven't swung on it yet,
you really should. 'Tisn't an experience t'be missed." Her face is entirely
too straight for that to bode well. "Nay a drop, poor man. But, T'kar,
you'll rectify that tonight, won't you?" It's wheedling rather than an
order, accompanied by a hopeful look.

Tarlo suddenly pauses. "Cariath says that Indrath told her we should go on
ahead when folks are ready, and he and K'ran will catch up. So I suppose
anytime we're ready is a good time to go."

Tarlo ooh's. "I could wear my bikini from Shipfish..."

T'vor finishes his mouthful, rinses it back from one of the mugs of klah,
and he pulls out a wineskin out from the jacket that is leaning on the back
of the chair. "Long ago at Igen, I started a tradition when I tapped
someone into the wing I was part of, and that was to share a skin of Tillek
White. Now, before you wrinkle your nose, understand that I am from Tillek,
and this is of exceptional vintage." He waves over a drudge and requests
two glasses, which are brought in due haste, "My old trader connections
come in very handy." He fills the glasses, slides one over to Greylin, "So
join me in a glass."

Talisha grins over at Tarlo, "I think I might go put my bikini on under my
clothes. Better than getting hot and sticky like last time."

T'kar runs that hand through his hair again. "Oh, well, I'll try. Since you
asked so nicely. Oh...now we're getting to the real reasons I'm going," he
says lightly, smirking.

Kassima considers her own clothing. "Sounds like an excellent plan t'me,"
she agrees. "The lighter clothes, nay the bikinis. Are we going t'be
meeting in the sky, then? Or Bowl?" Turning her head, she sticks her tongue
out at T'kar.

Greylin looks down into the glass of pale liquid. She doesn't say anything
for at least two minutes, merely watching the bubbles in the wine. Finally,
she manages to say, in a low voice, "Thank you, sir. However, as much as I
respect traditions, I don't drink. Ever." A hand reaches out and pushes the
glass away just slightly, then both fold in front of the young rider again
as she lifts her eyes to gauge T'vor's reaction.

Leya walks in from the bowl.

T'vor grins, and slides the second mug of klah over, "Always have a backup
plan." He then removes a knot and a patch from his jacket, "Request
permission to touch." He has a drudge take the other glass away, full. When
the drudge thinks no one is watching, he downs it in a few quick gulps.

T'kar winks cheerfully at Kassima, then laughs softly. "Well, I suppose I'd
better pick up a suit then. Ah, Leya!"

Greylin nods her permission to T'vor, looking vastly relieved he didn't
bite her head off for declining his offer of a drink. "Always," she says,
and then blushes. "Erm, I mean, yessir."

Leya walks into the Living Cavern, humming underneath her breath as she
makes her way toward the serving table, tosses off a few waves to familiar
faces as she goes. She pours herself a mug of klah, of the non-lethal
variety, and heads over to the Thunderbolt table. "Hi T'kar! So how have
you been liking wingseconding? The hidework is just /enthralling/, isn't
it?" she says with a wide grins.

Tarlo grins. "I suppose we could all meet in the air?" she gives Greylin a
thumbs up, and looks to the others expectantly.

Kassima wiggles her fingers to Leya from where she's perched at the head of
just that table. "You're enjoying having less work t'do entirely too much,"
she informs the other woman, then lifts her voice to call over,
"Felicitations, brownrider!" Then, "That's sounding like a good plan t'me,
Tarlo--Leya, there's a trip to the Lounge brewing; care t'come and stew
your brains?"

T'vor grins as he removes that horrid weyrling knot and puts on a rider's
knot. He hands the patch to Greylin, "Get this sewn on as soon as possible,
and welcome to Dawnslight wing, rider Greylin." T'vor never was much for
ceremony, however the other riders at the table erupt in welcoming cheers
and raise their mugs or glasses in welcome. "And do not call me sir, got
that? No one called me sir at Igen, or when I was at Fort, and I'll be
shafted if I'm going to let people start calling me that now. Just call me
T'vor." He grins, "Unless you're in trouble, then you should probably call
me sir." He winks as he drains his glass, "Now, you can go to the lava
lounge, drills start bright and early in the morning, I expect to see you
there."

Telgar Weyr> Merielan waves

Talisha sends a wave towards Leya then nods to Tarlo. "Sounds like a good
idea." She blinks a few times as riders start cheering, then turns towards
the source of that noise - Greylin's table - and her face lights up with a
bright grin. "Congradulations, Greylin!" she calls across to her.

Telgar Weyr> Tarlo yays, Meri's in time to make the Lounge. :)

T'kar nods. "All right, well, I'll go head up to change, and see if Meri
wants to come? Of course, that'll kind of decrease my girl-watching..."

Tarlo laughs. "We definitely want her to come." she assures.

Greylin grins at T'vor. "Yess... T'vor," and she blushes under the applause
from her new... wingmates. "I'll try not to let you down." She grins toward
Tali and Tarlo, too.

Tarlo says "Now ask for permission to come to the lounge! Even if you don't
drink, it'll be fun."

Telgar Weyr> Merielan isn't sure she's lounge-ready you guys..maybe if
Kassi promises -not- to get her drunk again.

T'vor looks at Greylin, "I'm sure you'll do your best, now, go enjoy your
evening."

A'lex walks in from the bowl.

Pierron eyes the Weyrleader suspiciously for a moment before grunting a
greeting.

Kassima rolls her eyes at her Wingsecond, bracing her hands on the arms of
her chair to push out of it. "You're incorrigible," she informs him
good-naturedly. "Just so y'know."

Leya just grins at Kassi, at least until she mentions the Lounge which
causes her grin to slip. "The Lava Lounge? But...but... Those drinks are
-evil-!" She looks over at T'kar, "You're going? Don't drink a Brown
Dragon, while actual brown dragons are very nice, their Brown Dragon is
toxic."

A'lex looks at Pierron, "It's been six turns, Pierron, get over it."

Telgar Weyr> Kassima can promise not to pour the drinks down your throat,
Meri. Beyond that, you're on your own. ;)

T'vor notices A'lex enter, and stands and gives an exagerrated flourishing
bow, then sits back down again.

A'lex looks out to the rest of the room, "I think he and M'hryn were
special buddies..." He smirks at T'vor and nods to the rest of the
assembled, "Evening folks."

Greylin's smile fades a bit. "Someone has to go and make sure they make it
home safely," she says to T'vor quietly. "I saw the rock, and I'd never
forgive myself if one of them ended up like that because I was too proud
not to look after them."

T'vor's brow arches, "The rock?" He shrugs, "Well, if it made you realize
that, then it must be a good thing."

Talisha salutes A'lex briefly then starts winding her way towards the bowl,
slowly. "Well, are we all meeting in the bowl or the air?" again she looks
to Tarlo, brows raised in a slight question. "I have to get changed first.
No point sweating it out there."

"Well, a'*course* they're evil," Kassi agrees without batting an eye.
"That's the whole point! Anyway, I did tell you t'start out with a Green
instead; nay m'fault if'n you won't listen... oh, don't tell Aurian, 'Lex,"
she then suggests after half-waving, half-saluting to the Weyrleader. "She
mightn't like the idea of her weyrmate and Pierron playing tuber games. Are
you going t'come get drunk, too?"

T'kar grins. "Yeah, I don't really trust anything they're going to give me.
So I'll go get Meri, now, go on and we'll meet you there, all right?
Evening, A'lex," he gives a casual salute as well.

Greylin murmurs something in a low tone to her new wingleader.

Tarlo can't help but roll her eyes. "Greylin, come because it's fun, not
because you want to be our nanny." she sighs a bit, but says cheerfully to
Talisha, "Alright. Meet you in a few." To A'lex, she salutes. "We'd be
pleased to have you with us, Weyrleader."

Talisha nods a few times then slips out to the bowl.

Talisha walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.

A'lex says "Drunk? Hmmmm, I've not done that in a while."

T'kar follows Talisha out, grinning to himself.

T'kar walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.

A'lex shrugs, "Why the shell not!?"

Tarlo grins. "Great." she offers another salute. "We're meeting everyone in
the air." she says, and skips off after grinning to Kassima.

Tarlo walks down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.

Kassima grins at A'lex on her way out. "Good. Haven't gotten t'throw
sandwiches at you in an *age*. Y'might want t'bring swim clothing or
something," she advises, then ducks out to fetch her own.

You walk down the short tunnel and out into the bowl.

You place one hand on Lysseth's neck and she warbles down at you fondly.
You grin and scratch her eyeridges once before climbing up onto her lower
neckridges, using the riding straps and Lysseth's thoughtfully offered
foreleg.

<*> Lysseth spreads her wings to their full extent, bringing them down with
a rush of wind as she leaps nimbly into the air.

You spring into the air and catch the thermals rising from the bowl floor
to carry you aloft.

TGW-LC>> Leya salutes the Weyrleader as he walks in, then reluctantly nods
to T'kar, before turning back to her Wingleader to find that she's left.
She closes her mouth, sighs, shrugs, and follows.

TGW-LC>> Greylin just shakes her head. She mutters, "Someone's got to be
responsible around here, else someone will wind up dead." She gulps down
the mug of klah T'vor gave her and puts the mug away before following the
others with a sigh.

Dragon> Nraith bespoke Telgar dragons with << My lifemate is planning on
having fun? Did I loose a flight? >>

The rim of the bowl falls away from you and you soar into the open skies.

<*> Nraith flies up from the northern half of the bowl.

Dragon> Telgar dragons sense that Lysseth teases, << I should hope you'd
remember it if you had, Nraith! >>

<*> Tovith flies up from the northern half of the bowl.

<*> Kheprith flies up from the northern half of the bowl.

Dragon> Nraith bespoke Telgar dragons with << I would think I had too! I
think. >>

Dragon> Telgar dragons sense that Fasolth astutely observes, << Fun is for
everyone! Even Nraith's rider. >>

Dragon> Nraith bespoke Telgar dragons with << Maybe you should tell him
that sometime. He won't listen to *ME*. >>

Dragon> Tovith bespoke Telgar dragons with << replies, his mindvoice
glinting with humor. << If you doesn't listen to you, his lifemate, why
would he listen to any of us? >> >>

Dragon> Telgar dragons sense that Alerith snorts << My lifemate never
listens to me. Why should anyone else's lifemate listen to them? >>

Dragon> Telgar dragons sense that Cariath offers smugly, <<My lifemate
listens to me.>> a pause, and she ammends sheepishly, <<Most of the time.>>

Telgar Weyr> Tarlo says, "All aboard who's coming aboard?"

Dragon> Fasolth bespoke Telgar dragons with << I listen to my lifemate. >>
Full of helpful tidbits tonight, he is. << Talking is more fun than
listening. >>

Telgar Weyr> T'kar brings the missus in a minute, go ahead. ;)

Dragon> Telgar dragons sense that Lysseth admits in a droll humor streaked
green across her facets, << My lifemate listens when she wishes, doesn't
when she doesn't. Selective hearing must be a wonderful thing. >>

<*> Seated atop Nraith, A'lex looks up, "Y'all are waiting on *ME*!? I'm
just a civilian tonight!" He looks around and spies a new Greenrider,
"Talisha!" he calls, "Give us the signal whenever you're ready!"

<*> From on top of Imanath's back, Talisha starts muttering under her
breath - sending an /almost/ glare A'lex-wards. Why does everybody always
pick on her. With a light sigh, she looks about, makes sure Imanath is
ready - and raises her hand in the signal to go. Imanath blinks out a
moment later.

<*> Imanath disappears into Between.

<*> Nraith disappears into Between.

<*> Lysseth disappears into Between.

Between
You gasp as the icy black nothingness of Between surrounds you! You hear
nothing, see nothing, and feel nothing. The trip takes five heartbeats...
Contents:
Nraith(#4400JOaes)
Black...
Blacker...
Blackest!

You suddenly emerge...

<*> Lysseth emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!

<*> Tovith emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!

<*> Cariath emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!

<*> Kheprith emerges from Between with a blast of cold air!

Telgar Weyr> Talisha says, "Is anybody going to log this?"

Dragon> Fasolth bespoke Telgar dragons with << What? >>

Telgar Weyr> Greylin promises not to punch anyone. Maybe.

Telgar Weyr> Tarlo can?

Telgar Weyr> Kassima will. :)

Telgar Weyr> Leya says, "Why should you punch anyone if you're not going to
get drunk?"

Telgar Weyr> A'lex says, "Kassi is the Log-o-matic!"

Telgar Weyr> Talisha grins. Well, whoever does, put me down for a copy,
pleeeease :)

Telgar Weyr> Leya says, "That or Log-o-maniac. ;)"

Telgar Weyr> Kassima starts up the log and dubs it Rider542.txt. I'd prolly
have to say maniac. ;)

Telgar Weyr> Greylin says, "It's a joke, Leya. ;)"

Telgar Weyr> Leya says, "Oh. ;)"

<*> Lysseth warbles to the Bollian watchdragon, then sweeps her wings back
for a dive towards those inviting beach sands. Dibs on the sunniest spot!

You wing down onto the gather beach.

<*> Imanath backwings to a landing.

<*> Nraith backwings to a landing.

You slide off of Lysseth's neck to land beside her easily. She rumbles,
cocking her head down at you, and you rub her eyeridges gratefully.

Talisha hops down from Imanath, landing on the ground with a soft thump.

Cariath backwings to a landing.

Tovith backwings to a landing.

Tarlo climbs down from between Cariath's neck ridges.

Talisha:
	 Dark green eyes stare out from beneath a curtain of thick black lashes,
looking everything over with a curious gaze. Her long curls are just as
dark as her lashes, spiralling down her back in ringlet style curls that
flow down to brush her waist. Her complextion is smooth and fair, dusted
with the faintest hint of a tan, just enough to warm her slightly. Fine
features rest above the curving blush of her lips, likely curved up in a
cheery smile. Her frame is rather small, almost delicate looking if it
wasn't for the way her muscles have toned up recently, and the curve of hip
and breast. She's only rather short, about 5'1 with her shoes on.
Currently, her long hair has been braided into a neat circlet around her
head, keeping curls out of her face and out of the way. Tali appears to be
around 17 Turns, 9 months, and 21 days.
	 The bikini she wears is a dark, wine red. The top half is slashed across
her midriff, hemline left to ripple slightly. Sliding up around her neck,
the halter style neckline clasps at the back of her nape with a small
silver buckle, and the dipping of fabric at the front allows for a teasing
glimpse of her cleavage. The skin of her midriff is bared, slightly more
tan than the rest of her body, and tight from turns of weyrlinghood. Small
shorts adorn her lower half, trunks coming to slice across the very upper
of her thighs, and dip down into a low V beneath her navel. The sides of
those tiny swimming shorts appear to be missing, and instead two metal
clips like the one at her neck clasp them to her body. Her long legs are
sleek with delicately formed muscles, leading down into tiny feet. Light
catches across the plain silver band worn around one of her right toes.
	She wears a fine silver chain around her neck, with a delicate pendant
made from eggshards and wire resting in the hollow her neck. <+detail>.

A'lex slides down Nraith's riding straps and lands carefully beside him.
Nraith rumbles quietly as A'lex pats his side in thanks.

Leya slides down off of Tovith, her feet landing on the ground with a soft
*thump*.

Kheprith backwings to a landing.

Greylin slithers down Kheprith's side to the ground.

A'lex takes a deep breath, "I've not been to boll is too long a time..."

Greylin looks around curiously, with the aspect of someone who probably has
never been here before, except maybe as a weyrling learning between
destinations.

Talisha takes a quick look around - and starts stripping out of her riding
clothes immediately. "It's almost hotter than the last time." She mutters
to herself.

Tarlo ducks under Cariath's wings, and uses her as a screen to change from
her flying gear into her bikini, snagging a bit of cloth from her pack to
tie around her waist like a sarong. "Ready!" she announces cheerfully.

Kassima starts shucking her outer clothing as soon as she hits the sand,
ignoring Lysseth's blissful rumbling and sprawling. "If'n this place has a
fault, 'tis the fact that it always makes me feel like I'm going
t'swelter." Enough tugging and wiggling gets her down to her swimming
clothes; she reaches her arms towards the sky in a long stretch, and sighs
expansively. "*That's* better."

A'lex strips out of his heavy jacket, gloves and helmet, strapping it to
Nraith's riding straps.

Dragon> Nraith bespoke Lysseth, Tovith, Kheprith, Cariath, and Imanath with
<< I feel like a coat rack. >>

Dragon> Lysseth, Tovith, Kheprith, and Imanath sense that Cariath is the
first to butter up. <<But a handsome coat rack!>>

Leya takes off her riding jacket and rolls of the sleeves of her tunic. She
grins at Tovith's happy pawing of the sand. She eyes the others' stripping
down to their swimming clothes and shrugs as she neglected to bring hers
and settles for rolls up her pants in addition to her sleeves. Leya then
removes Tovith's straps so he doesn't get them all wet when he hops into
the water.

Greylin shrugs out of her riding jacket, gloves, and helmet, tying them
onto Kheprith's shoulder, out of reach of any lapping waves.

Kassi:
	Kassima is a woman gifted magnanimously by genetics: one would likely
guess her to be younger than her actual 37 Turns, 4 months, and 1 days of
age thanks to high cheekbones and a brow lines dare not touch, and
metabolism and height have both dealt a good hand in her slender 5'10"
build. Her fine-boned features are framed by a black river braided and
confined, allowed free only in the wayward forelock; there, it threatens to
dangle into canted eyes the color of emeralds in shadow. A shrewd glint
lightens these even when mirth does not, and the well-shaped brows above
lend eloquence through their mobility.
	Kassi seems to be in fine health and condition: she is strong and fit,
though as pale in complexion as Telgar's snows. Currently, she is dressed
in faded and snug blue shorts paired with a halter top of likewise
sunbleached green: beach comfort is the idea, not modesty... and if the
outfit happens to show off her flat stomach and long legs to advantage,
well, what's the harm? White leather sandals protect her feet, their loose
binding allowing them to be slipped off readily should need be. No knots or
symbols of rank can be seen anywhere on her person.

Talisha steps in behind Imanath, apparently changing out of the final layer
of her clothing and into her bikini. "Well. That's done and I feel much
cooler." She comes out from behind her dragon, grinning as Imanath starts
flicking up the sand with her tail before sprawling out to make the most of
the sun.

Dragon> Lysseth, Nraith, Kheprith, Cariath, and Imanath sense that Tovith
offers helpfully, << Maybe if get them all wet and sandy he won't use you
as a coat rack next time. >>

Nraith rumbles happily and wiggles in the sand a bit.

Cariath happily sprawls, shimmying into the sand before bugling up at Indrath.

A'lex eyes his lifemate, "I don't want you talking to Lysseth while I'm in
there, got it?"

Kassima leaves her things in a dubiously tidy pile at Lyss's side, wiggling
her toes in her sandals. "Poor Nraith," she murmurs with a glance at the
bronze. "Poor, poor Nraith... so what's the game plan?" Lysseth, meanwhile,
cheerfully ignores the other dragons in her quest to absorb the sands' heat
as best she can--though she does curve her neck about to give Nraith's
rider a most amused look.

Indrath backwings to a landing.

Kheprith merely yawns hugely and curls up for a nice snooze, bake, bake,
bake, rumble.

Tovith waits, if rather impatienly, until Leya's removed his riding straps
which she neatly lays in a pile next to a rather familiar rock, only with
her jacket. He leaps into the air, wings a short way over the water, which
he then drops into which a great splash.

Tarlo grins. "Let's see if I remember how to get there..."

Tarlo wanders down the jungle path to the west.

A'lex says "She's been there before? What is Maylia teaching these youngins
these days?"

A'lex wanders down the jungle path to the west.

Talisha wanders along a few steps behind Tarlo.

Talisha wanders down the jungle path to the west.

Leya wanders down the jungle path to the west.

Kassima gives her dragon's shoulder a fond slap, then flip-flops her way
after the others. "How t'dance on bars, probably," she quips along the way.
"Same as always."

You wander up the jungle path.

Lysseth> Indrath emerges from the void of /between/ high above, and
executes a wide, languid spiral down towards the beach as if to savor the
warmth of the air. His wings kick up a fine dusting of sand as he finds the
ground.

Lysseth> K'ran eases down from Indrath's back.

Telgar Weyr> A'lex woos any RP hungry folks to the Lava Lounge. Yes,
believe it or not, the WL is RPing!!!

Telgar Weyr> K'ran rolls to disbelieve. :)

Telgar Weyr> Tarlo tries to remember the exit name, hee!

Telgar Weyr> Kassima says, "Cave. ;)"

You push aside some creepers and enter a hidden cave.

You climb up the crude ladder and disappear from view.

Leya climbs up from the caves below.

A'lex climbs up from the caves below.

Lysseth> Fasolth backwings to a landing.

A'lex swears, "I always get lost in the jungle... Give me snowy wastes any
day. At least then you can see where you're going!!"

Lysseth> Alerith backwings to a landing.

Lysseth> T'kar slides carefully off of Fasolth's neck.

Greylin climbs up from the caves below.

Lysseth> Merielan carefully dismounts from Alerith's long neck.

Lysseth> K'ran is, as Alerith and Fasolth descend towards the beach,
freeing Indrath from riding straps; the young bronze calls out a fierce
greeting to both of the newcomers.

Kassima greets the Lounge, upon arriving, with the sort of beam that might
better be bestowed upon one's cherished homeland after a long time away.
"Ah, Lounge, how do I love you? Let me count the ways. Starting with how
many drinks Marcus is serving tonight."

Lysseth> Nraith takes a deep breath. Then rolls. Oh yea, sand in the
jacket. Sand in the helmet. The scarf? Swamp.

Tarlo grins at A'lex. "I don't know...the desert is nice, /and/ it's warm."
she finds a large table and claims it for the Telgari. Harpers are playing
something fairly tropical and Boll-ish.

Lysseth> Merielan quickly preforms the same service for Aleith, who
promptly curls up to bake in the sun--as always. Meri chuckles and lifts a
hand to wave to K'ran. "Hullo K'ran--good to know we're not late."

A'lex scrunches up his face, "Sand hurts, snow melts."

Telgar Weyr> Kassima says, "Don't tell me 'Lex is gonna go back home naked.
;)"

Lysseth> Cariath watches with idle fascination. She's going to remember
this, the weyrleading bronze, rolling around like a hatchling for as long
as she can. Which of course, won't be long, but she'll still -try-.

Telgar Weyr> A'lex says, "No, he only lost his scarf... :)"

Lysseth> T'kar swings down, waiting for Merielan to loop a teasingly
protective arm around her. The way she's dressed, it's no wonder a man
could get suspicious. Fasolth responds heartily to Indrath, and T'kar, for
all his protectiveness, grins brightly to K'ran. "Hey. Everyone else inside?"

Telgar Weyr> Kassima says, "Or at least without most of his clothing.
*Snickers.* Someone did have to go home naked once... was it you?"

Telgar Weyr> Merielan grins evilly "With so many people here to blackmail
him?"

Telgar Weyr> Tarlo says, "How better to show off his pecs!"

Telgar Weyr> Greylin fears!

Leya tags along after her Wingleader, shaking her head as she looks around
at the Lounge. She eyes with bar with uncertainty, looks at the others,
then decides to go study the writing on one of the walls.

Telgar Weyr> Merielan is wearing another evil outfit! Wait 'till you all
see ;)

Lysseth> "Just got here myself," K'ran chuckles, and gives his lifemate a
brisk pat on the shoulder. Free of those straps, Indrath pads his way down
the beach while peering interestedly at his sire.

Lysseth> Merielan wanders down the jungle path to the west.

Lysseth> Nraith rumbles at the newer arrivals with a proud sort of "Look at
what I did!" ping in his voice.

Lysseth> T'kar grins. "All right, well we're headed in."

Lysseth> T'kar wanders down the jungle path to the west.

Lysseth> K'ran wanders down the jungle path to the west.

Marcus grins and pours A'lex the drink.

Marcus places a glass of Sea Spike in front of A'lex.

"Sand gets *everywhere*," Kassi observes with a crinkle of her nose, before
bounding over to Marcus to order her first drink. The woman wastes no time,
does she? "Nay that snow doesn't, but at least it melts, after."

Marcus puts on a thick pair of gloves and mixes a noxious brew, handing the
roiling liquid to Kassima.

Tarlo ewws. "Kassima, are you drinking Thread?"

Dragon> Telgar dragons sense that Alerith's mind *thumps* down, brown
mountains' burgundy snow melting with the amber sun--amber swirls in gently
inquiry at Nraith << Won't your lifemate yell? >> Referring to the
rolling--and the clothes.

Talisha wanders on up to the bar as soon as she's finished climbing up from
the ladder. She eyes Marcus strangely, nose scrunching up as she watches
the drink he pours. "Ew. What /is/ that. Looks like that thread stuff."

Dragon> Telgar dragons sense that Lysseth decides with a subdued delight,
watching Nraith's antics from her upside-down sprawl, << I do believe that
might be the idea. >>

Lysseth> Tovith bugles his approval to Nraith from his lurking spot in the
water and splashes with his wings to add even more emphasis.

Dragon> Nraith bespoke Telgar dragons with << Yell? Yes. So? What's he
going to do, make me sleep on the ledge tonight? Oooooooh! >>

Greylin looks around the... establishment, with something just less intense
than loathing. But just barely. Instead, she merely goes over to peruse the
walls, a safe hobby.

Dragon> Tovith bespoke Telgar dragons with << Now you just need to get them
wet, Nraith... >>

Telgar Weyr> A'lex says, "Wow, Nraith gets cocky when A'lex is in a good
mood."

Kassima shakes her head emphatically, her braid swaying from side to side
like an abnormally long feline-tail. "Thread's for *later*. A Lava Twist is
safer t'start with... marginally." She grins and raises her shot in salute
to the others, before tipping most of its contents down her throat. And
spluttering.

Merielan climbs up from the caves below.

Tarlo giggles, and places an order.

Dragon> Nraith bespoke Telgar dragons with << Wet might get too cold
*between*. The sand will just make him itch. Then he will know what it's
like when he's too busy with the *Image of desk piled with hides*. >>

Marcus nods and pours Tarlo a drink.

Marcus places a glass of Blue Dragon in fron of Tarlo.

Merielan:
Gray eyes meet yours squarely, sparking with laughter and set in an oval
sun-browned face. The face tops a long, equally brown neck, framing it is
an unruly mane of dark, dark brown hair. Almost black in its brown
intensity, the locks spiral at the ends, forming large, wavy curls.
Rivaling the sparkle of her eyes, and playing hide and seek with your gaze
are a pair of small silver earrings.
 Broad shoulders are shown to their full advantage. Two strings of fabric
in a deep purple shade, cut the expanse of her skin, startling and drawing
attention. Two triangle squares of cloth, cup and caress Meri's breasts,
leaving ample flesh exposed. Except the 'cloth' isn't true cloth--it's
simply strands sewn to straps. The strands shiver and quiver dangerously
with each of Meri's breaths--always tantalizing--but -never- -quite-
revealing all. Enough to make mouths water, and flesh heat--not from the
sun. Her curvacous waist is left bare to just below her belly button, as
another triangle of 'cloth' covers the rest of her. Precious little, but
enough to hide anything that would -truly- push the barriers. Her two long,
muscular thighs emerge from the purple cloth. 
 The effect of the outfit is always--first and foremost dropped jaws--after
that, it's up to you.

Lysseth> Fasolth wanders over to whuffle at Nraith, a sort of 'Do you need
help with that?' gesture.

T'kar climbs up from the caves below.

Talisha manages not to laugh at Kassima, and turns around to Marcus to
place her first order. A grin is sent Tarlo, "How does that stuff taste?"

Marcus smiles and pours a drink.

Marcus hands Talisha a glass of Green Dragon.

K'ran climbs up from the caves below.

Tarlo smacks her lips. "Rather good. Kind of minty."

T'kar follows Merielan up the ladder, grinning brightly from the view he
gets as he does so. "Hmm."

Merielan strolls--casually in, hard to do -anything- casual, considering
the outfit she's wearing, but Meri manages. Marcus--upon spotting her,
prompty goes white beneath his tan. Meri simply grins in a rather predatory
manner, "Hello Marcus--be a love and get me a drink?" Looking
frightend--the bartender complies. Once drink is in hand, Meri turns and
smiles to the rest of the Telgar contingent "Hello everyone."

Marcus pours Merielan a mug of Brown Dragon.

Marcus hands Merielan the drink.

Dragon> Telgar dragons sense that Tovith responds, a tinge of disapointment
in his voice, but that quickly fades to amusement, and understanding. <<
True. >>

K'ran is just behind T'kar, and though his immediate view is less pleasant,
he's not above craning his neck to glance past his one-time mentor. "Hmm,"
he echoes, with a bit of a smirk.

Kassima takes her glass and another shot of the same to the table, finding
herself a seat. "They're good," she agrees, grinning. "Blue Dragons, I
mean. Only Greens are better--nay that I'm biased or aught, you understand.
T'kar, Meri, K'ran, g'deve!" She'd wave, but her hands are full of shot
glasses. So she raises one of these in greeting instead. And then she must
needs do a double-take at Meri's costume. "Merielan... just where on Pern
did you get *that*?"

Tarlo grins. "Oh, boy. Between Meri and Kich, I feel so covered! That's
beautiful, Meri!" she calls out, lifting her glass of Blue Dragon in toast.

A'lex finishes off his drink, "Ahhh! Tastey! Marcus, a genius as always..."

Tarlo:
Tarlo appears to be in her late teens, perhaps early twenties. Of average
height, she has a willowy build and very straight, dark brown hair that has
been left loose to tumble over her shoulders and down to the middle of her
back. She would be considered pretty, but not unusually so - her most
apparent feature are her expressive, large dark eyes. They seem to dominate
her heart shaped face, but leave room for high cheekbones, a slim nose and
pert, small mouth that seems to hold an almost permanently mirthful grin.
Her chin is slightly stubborn, adding a touch of character to features that
would otherwise render her attractiveness to be considered average. She is
lightly built, with slender, supple limbs and hands.

	Tarlo's bikini is navy blue, and cut somewhat differently then a standard
two piece swimsuit. The top half is sleeveless, with a mandarin collar that
is fastened by a bamboo crossbar button at the throat. A central circle has
been cut away from the form fitting top piece, leaving the inner curves of
her cleavage bare. Otherwise, the top half covers her from her throat all
the way down to her upper ribcage. Her midriff has been left bare, tight
and somewhat sculpted by recent turns filled with physical activity. The
waistline of the bottom half of her bikini has a pattern of bamboo pieces
stitched along it like a belt, and slopes daringly below her navel, resting
across her hips and cutting high along the thighs. Her bared legs are
surprisingly one of her best features - long, sleek, and muscular without
sacrificing feminine curve.

Talisha takes a sip from her glass, lips curving into a pleased smile at
the taste. "Hmm." she turns then, eyes catching unavoidedly on Meri's
outfit. "Meri." she all but gasps, a shocked look spreading across her
face, before it breaks into a grin. "That is /amazing/. I love it."

Merielan finds herself a seat--somewhere where she can grin at Marcus and
continue to make him jump. She carefully sips her drink--eyes Kassi as one
might a ravening thing with -large- teeth. The grin she returns to all the
compliments is only -slightly- lessened by the glasses in Kassi's hands
"Thank you, thank you. I didn't -get- it Kassi, I made it."

T'kar shoots a -look- at K'ran. "You've got your own," he winks and nudges
his mentee lightly towards Tarlo. "Ummm..." he murmurs with Marcus, almost
conspiratory, and takes away a large glass of something that looks
suspiciously non-alcoholic to the trained eye. The new Wingsecond quickly
reclaims his position very near Meri, but doesn't spoil the view for
everyone else. He's willing to share, to a point.

Marcus nods and pours T'kar the drink.

Marcus sets down a glass of juice for T'kar.

Lysseth> Sielth backwings to a landing.

Lysseth> Cariath bugles a greeting to Sielth from her lazy position in the
sand.

Aisling climbs up from the caves below.

Greylin looks over from the wall as exclamations are heard. Her eyes go
wide as she spots the.. thing... Meri is wearing. "Oh dear Faranth," she
murmurs an moves away to find a spot near the door to sit, out of the way.

Lysseth> Kheprith rumbles vaguely to Sielth.

"G'd'eve to you, too," K'ran says pleasantly -- the words aimed immediately
at Kassima, but the greeting's general enough. He ambles past the bar,
claiming a drink from Marcus en route. ""Lovely night, hm?"

Marcus grins and pours K'ran a drink.

Marcus slides a mug of Bronze Dragon to K'ran.

Kassima, at being eyed so, does bare her teeth in a broad grin... though
they aren't that large, and one can't really call her ravening. "In that
case, 'twill stick with saying 'tis something else, Meri. Because 'tis
certainly true." Mind, it takes the rest of that first shot to keep her
mouth closed on any other comments. "At least everyone has *something* on.
Thus far."

Leya turns around from her study of the wall only to see Meri. Her eyes
grow very wide as she takes in her...clothes, if you can call it that, and
blinks before stepping toward the bar. She tosses a glance toward Kassi,
then quickly orders a drink from Marcus.

Marcus nods and pours Leya a drink.

Marcus places a glass of Blue Dragon in fron of Leya.

Aisling slips down the ladder, a slight smile coming to her face as she
looks around at those already there. "Evening All." She calls out before
offering Greylin a quick grin.

Tarlo nods over to Leya, indicating her own half finished Blue Dragon.
"Good, isn't it?" she comments and then beams, "Aisling!" she calls out in
greeting, before starting to amble her way over to K'ran.

A'lex turns and surveys the room, "You know, Greenrider," he says to
Kassima, as if that's all the address she needs, "I don't think I've been
here since I got this sharding knot..."

Marcus begins to look -extremly- nervous when Aisling walks in. He quickly
counts the number of tables in the room.

Talisha continues sipping at her drink, just watching everyone else. She
smirks slightly at Greylin, then heads over in her direction. "Why don't
you go on and just have one drink?" she asks in a pleasant voice, waving
her own glass about as if to intice her. "They have juice too y'know."

Telgar Weyr> Tarlo keeps hearing island music in her head through this
whole scene. And the Cantina music from Star Wars...

Greylin returns Aisling's smile, then shakes her head to Talisha. "Thank
you, no."

Telgar Weyr> Talisha laughs.

Telgar Weyr> A'lex says, "How do you spell Milennium?"

Kassima eyes 'Lex as though seriously considering sticking her tongue out
at him. "At least you're nay calling me 'greenie' this time," she mutters.
"Haven't you, though? Nay even t'drink away all the hassles of hidework?
You're missing *out*, old man."

Telgar Weyr> Kassima says, "Millenium. :)"

Telgar Weyr> Greylin says, "Nope, Millennium. Two of each. ;)"

Leya cautiously takes her first sip of her Blue Dragon, waits a moment,
then takes another, then smiles. She nods Tarlo. "Yes, it is," with surpise
evident in her voice. "Not nearly so strong as the Brown Dragon." She takes
a larger swallow of her drink. "Much better."

That drink in hand, K'ran ensconces himself near the end of the bar --
fairly close by Greylin, in fact. Though his eyes are all for Tarlo as she
approaches, he joins in Talisha's good-natured pressuring. "Won't kill you,
you know."

A'lex smacks his hand on his knee, "Marcus another one so I can toast
Greenie here. I forgot about that. Wow. I am old!"

Marcus grins and pours A'lex the drink.

Marcus places a glass of Sea Spike in front of A'lex.

Telgar Weyr> Kassima nods, that's right.

Merielan turns from eyeing T'kar's drink with disgust, to grinning as
Aisling enters. "Hello Aisling!" 'Lex is given a sympathetic look? "Don't
let her give you -anything- to drink.." She warns the WL, before turning
'round once more to whisper in T'kar's ear.

Greylin says with a little bit of firmness in her voice, "Which part of
'no' are we not understanding... the N or the O?"

A'lex holds up the glass towards Kassima, "To you!"

A'lex guzzles.

Merielan mutters to T'kar, "... worry--I'm... to... anyone else.... be...
but it's..."

Kassima asides to Leya, "And it doesn't have any insects in it,
either--hey, Aisling! Which table are you planning on spawning with
tonight?" But she must needs make a face at A'lex rather than waiting to
hear the answer. "Thankee," she drawls, "I *think*."

T'kar raises an eyebrow and perks up an ear to hear what his weyrmate has
to say, innocently hiding his half-emptied glass of juice behind his elbow.

Tarlo nods. "Some juice to toast with us, Greylin. Please?" she pleads as
she leans against K'ran.

Talisha holds up her hands in manner of defence to Greylin. "I understood
it just fine. I just thought you might want to have a bit more fun." And
that said, she turns around, hooking a stool out with her foot.

Aisling seems to be eying the available tables with an appraising look. "It
depends on which one catches my eye."

Telgar Weyr> Kassima has 'Feelin' Hot, Hot, Hot' stuck in her head,
herself. They played that at the Bahamas, so now it's what I associate with
tropical bars. ;)

Telgar Weyr> T'kar thinks 'Mas Que Nada' would work perfectly.

Telgar Weyr> K'ran says, "'Margaritaville' also seems appropos."

Telgar Weyr> Tarlo says, "Oh, what's it called...Mambo Number Two."

Telgar Weyr> Talisha says, "Number five I think?"

T'kar whispers back to Merielan after a moment of that, then sips
innocently at his juice.

Telgar Weyr> A'lex says, "The Pee Wee Herman song."

Telgar Weyr> T'kar grins. "Yeah."

Telgar Weyr> Tarlo says, "Tequila!"

Merielan attempts to pour the rest of her drink into T'kar's mug, as she
flags --the every increasingly worried looking-- Marcus down for another.
"Don't forget Aisling--our child couldn't have come into this world without
-me-."

Greylin merely stares calmly at those who request her to have a juice.

"Both parts, probably," K'ran says, aiming a teasing smile towards Greylin.
"Not good at taking no for an answer, me." With a Tarlo suddenly pleasantly
close, he slides an arm around her waist. "Sorry I'm late."

Telgar Weyr> Greylin says, "Beethoven's 5th."

Leya sputters, nearly choking on her drink as she hears Kassi. "What?!" she
exclaims. "Insects? What has insects in it?" She takes a quick gulp of
drink. "Nothing I've drunk, right?" she asks without much hope. She tosses
a worried glance toward Aisling before looking back Kassima.

Telgar Weyr> Kassima says, "Oh, lord. 'Straight Tequila Night' now."

A'lex looks at Merielan, "You and Aisling had a child?"

Telgar Weyr> A'lex says, "@set Weyrleader=Dum"

Tarlo smiles at K'ran, leaning in to kiss him. "Forgiven," she smiles, when
suddenly she's completely and thoroughly diverted by A'lex's inquiry to
Merielan. She wants to hear this herself.

"Douglas." Aisling supplies. "A mere stripling now, but soon to branch out."

"With a *table*," Kassi whispers to 'Lex, none too quietly. "They named her
Douglas." Swivelling around in her chair, she bestows a winsome smile upon
Leya over the rim of her second shot. "That would be the Brown Dragon. I
*told* you you'd regret it when you found out what was in it."

Marcus blinks, "Are you sure you want that drink?"

Marcus shrugs, puts on a heavy leather apron and gloves that reach his
elbows. He puts on a pair of goggles, picking up a pair of tongs. Reaching
up with the tongs, he takes a bottle down and /very/ carefully pours it
into a small glass, spilling only a drop which sizzles and smokes. Marcus
puts away his equipment, stands back and says hesitantly, "Enjoy?"

Telgar Weyr> Kassima *dies*! Ais, that's a bad pun, *bad*.

Marcus smiles and pours a drink.

Marcus hands Aisling a glass of Green Dragon.

A'lex blinks a few times. "I'm no healer, but does one of you have the
right parts for that?"

Tarlo says "Given how little Meri has on, it'd have to be Aisling by default!"

Aisling's eyes widen innocently as she asks. "What parts would those be,
Sir?" Tarlo's comment elicits a querying look, "Default?"

Merielan smiles calmly at 'Lex "Yes--we had to replace Sandman somehow. He
was -awfully- upset after losing his--" She turns to Aisling, brows
furrowed "How many dragons was it?" Not waiting for the answer she raps her
knuckles on the table "The table was insulting Sandman--so I kicked it, and
then..Douglas was born. She was a beautiful daughter..wasn't she Aisling?"

Douglas was of course--a splinter.

Talisha finishes off her first drink, then orders another of the same.
Green dragon. She peers strangely at Aisling and Meri - but shrugs and
sculls down her drink in one. "Sandman?" she questions.

Tarlo gestures torwards Meri playfully. "There isn't any room for extra
parts that I can see." she leans across K'ran - poor guy - and orders
another drink.

Kassima corrects after another gulp, "You didn't kick the table, Meri. You
*jumped* it. Jumped it until it fell apart." She slides a scrutinizing eye
towards T'kar. "Don't let her do the same t'you, hey? I haven't gotten half
the work I intend to out of you yet."

A'lex looks down into the glass and back up again, "What *ARE* you talking
about? Sandman? Is S'dar the father of your child then?"

Marcus smiles and pours a drink.

Marcus hands Tarlo a glass of Green Dragon.

Over the rim of his mug, K'ran remarks, amusedly, "I'm lost. Anyone else?"
His eyes go to Tarlo's curves as she leans across him -- poor fellow's only
human. "Hmm."

Telgar Weyr> A'lex sends a FL to put a rumor on Pierron about Aisling and
S'dar.

Leya grimaces, then protests, "But you didn't tell me /what/ was in it!"
She sighs, plants both elbows on top of the bar and orders another drink.
She mutters under her breath, "I'm no Healer either, but I know wood and no
person, male or female, can spawn with a table."

T'kar eyes his freshly refilled glass suspiciously. "What do you call this
drink? Oh jays. The promise of bikinis, and I go along with it
blindly...What? Don't worry, Kassi, I think I can survive being jumped on
by Merielan a few more times. A few times, I mean."

Aisling nods her head quickly. "She is a beautiful little thing. Alas, she
is begining to wilt." She adds before sipping her drink.

Marcus nods and pours Leya a drink.

Marcus places a glass of Blue Dragon in fron of Leya.

Kassima wiggles her brows at her male Wingsecond. "I should hope so. You
still haven't fulfilled that other duty, either." But she'll be good and
abandon this topic in favor of quipping to Leya, "What fun would *that*
have been? Drink aught else with impunity, though; that's the only one
that's dangerous. And just keep drinking, K'ran. I promise 'twill make
sense after a few more drinks. It always does." She swallows the last of
her shot and beckons to Marcus, following her own advice.

Marcus places his hands on the bar and recites:

Marcus puts on a thick leathis apron, thick gloves and puts a thick cloth
over his mouth and nose, unstopping a metal container, filling a metal
goblet and handing it to Kassima at arm's length.

Greylin leans her chair back against the wall, merely watching the others
silently.

A'lex gives up.

Merielan gently pushes A'lex's glass towards him. "It -all- makes sense
after a few more drinks, I promise." She sips at her own drink, leaning
back agaisnt her own rather handsome weyrmate, and smiling happily--until
Aisling mentions the apparently soon-to-be demise of their daughter
"Aisling--that's horrid. You've -simply- got to take better care of her!
Faranth knows I've had enough trouble with Sandman and his fifteen dragons!"

Marcus puts on a thick pair of gloves and mixes a noxious brew, handing the
roiling liquid to A'lex.

A'lex takes the shot.

A'lex says "You people.... all crazy."

"And lots of Kassima's brown bottle stuff." Aisling adds.

Tarlo smirks at A'lex. "You've only just noticed? You've been Weyrleader
how long?" she teases, knocking back some of her Green Dragon.

T'kar raises his glass finally, after having shaken it lightly into
submission. "I'd drink to that, A'lex." He does so, even if it is a little
sparingly. An arm slides around Merielan's waist as he surveys the room
with a wince.

A'lex smirks at Tarlo, "Now I remember why I hide in my weyr with the
Threadfall charts..."

Kassima echoes, sort of, "This is *news*? Did you need more of the Bottle,
Ais?"

Marcus puts on a thick leathis apron, thick gloves and puts a thick cloth
over his mouth and nose, unstopping a metal container, filling a metal
goblet and handing it to A'lex at arm's length.

A'lex kicks back another.

Not to be outdone, K'ran tips back his mug and sets it behind him, where
Marcus obligingly refills it. He appears to be pacing himself, though
judging by the gradually-widening smile on his lips, the liquor's beginning
to have an affect. "Sane's boring," he chuckles.

Telgar Weyr> A'lex says, "Okay, children, it's bed time for this old man if
I plan on getting to the gym in the morning."

Talisha ponders her next drink, still keeping a wary eye on Meri and
Aisling both. "I think I need another drink." she mutters to herself. She
waves Marcus over, fluttering her lashes sweetly. "Hm. Tarlo. Where'd you
get that bikini?" she asks, eyeing the girl close to her. "Make it yourself?"

Telgar Weyr> Merielan aww's "You haven't seen Meri kick a table to give
Aisling another child yet!"

Marcus puts on a thick pair of gloves and mixes a noxious brew, handing the
roiling liquid to Talisha.

Telgar Weyr> A'lex says, "MMMMMMMMWAH! Just assume A'lex gives Nraith a
nice chew out the whole way home about the sand in his coat. :)"

Telgar Weyr> Kassima awwwws and snickersnugs a 'Lex. Was fun getting to
drink with you again. :)

Telgar Weyr> A'lex says, "Next time I'll stay to throw sandwiches."

Tarlo grins. "I wish. I got it from Weavercraft Hall. They've got pretty
ample stores for all sorts of clothes in different sizes. It's nice, isn't
it? I love the button at the top. It's great for teasing."

Leya drinks down about half of her second Blue Dragon, then grins down at
her drink. "I don't think there is a single sane person at Telgar." She
grins, perhaps a little to widely, "Except me, of course."

"I'll say," K'ran puts in, sipping his way through his drink.

Kassima tips her identical goblet to A'lex in mock-salute before sipping
more delicately at its contents. "Ever had one of those a'fore?" she asks
Talisha, slanting a look towards her glass. "And speaking of this talk
about bikinis, I do believe this is the first time I've ever felt
overdressed in this outfit. I don't know whether to salute you lot or be
primly appalled."

Greylin swings her feet back and forth absently.

Talisha takes a sip from her glass without really looking at the contents.
"Ugh!" she suddenly shouts, eyes watering up with tears, lips pinching
together. "Ugh no." She continues to make other sick-like noises, then
takes another sip. Same reaction over again. "But.." and with each sip, she
slowly gets used to the tears. "It's pretty good." And a grin at that - a
rather wide one too.

Tarlo heys at Kassima. "Mine is quite covering, it's just got a big hole in
it, is all." she chuckles. Another bit of Green Dragon knocked back, and
hey - K'ran's lap is looking like a pretty good place to sit. "What was
that, Tali?" she asks in cheery surprise.

"And.." Tali adds in quickly, "Mine is decent. It's just..different."

Merielan curls up agaisnt T'kar--slowly sipping her drink. Apparently she's
pacing herself as well--but like K'ran, her growing grin matches her
growing inebriation. The tables are starting to look worried. Meri turns to
Aisling, smiling happily "Do you think Douglas would like a sister?"

Far be it from K'ran to object to having a queenrider mistake him for a
seat cushion. He slips one arm around Tarlo's waist -- to keep her from
tumbling off, naturally, and then calls across the Kassima, "What's that
swill he's pouring you in the metal glass? Not that Thread concoction, is it?"

Telgar Weyr> Tarlo says, "This place needs the Pernese equivalent of karaoke."

T'kar quickly runs a hand down Meri's arm, attempting to ease the glass out
of her hand. "Isn't that my cue?" He looks up but expects no help from the
lot of other folks in the room. A grin is spared for Tarlo and K'ran.

Kassima allows, inclining her head with mock-gravity, "Granted, granted.
M'mistake. I'll settle for the salute, then--just let me finish this so I
can do so with a fresh glass." Tipsy, her? Not quite yet. But a few more
drinks Marcus has to pour with caution, and she'll be getting there. "Don't
leave without trying the Thread. 'Tis a mind-scrambler." No, really? She
cranes her head to peek into her glass, shaking her hand a bit to swirl
around its contents. "Tunnelsnake, this is called. You should try it if'n
you haven't. But 'tisn't Thread--that's *much* stronger."

Telgar Weyr> Talisha snickers and was thinking more along the lines of
Coyote Ugly.. where is Alessi when I need her.

Telgar Weyr> Tarlo says, "You've got me, and Meri, Kass, and Aisling... ;>"

Telgar Weyr> Kassima thinks she's afraid.... ;)

Telgar Weyr> Talisha grins. Well, that's a point ;)

Telgar Weyr> Tarlo is tempted to re-invent the body shot. ;>

Telgar Weyr> T'kar says, "Oh gads."

Talisha continues sipping at her glass, unable to help the pinching up of
her features with each mouthful. "You know..that table is starting to look
mightly appealing." She murmurs, gazing at said table with a strange look.
"An' I'm not talking about for makin' children either." And then comes a
round of giggles - apparently at herself.

Leya finishes her second Blue Dragon and doesn't immediately order another
drink, at least not yet. She frowns at Kassi, blinking at it is taking a
eyes a bit longer to focus than usual. "And what is in that? And those
other drinks? More bugs?"

Tarlo shifts in K'ran's lap so she's facing him, back to the bar. Finishing
her Green Dragon, she raps her knuckles on the bartop and places another
order.

Marcus pours a drink for Tarlo into a fluted glass.

Marcus hands Tarlo a glass of Golden Dragon.

Aisling finds a place to settle watching the others with a slow shake of
the head. Her own drink is drunk slowly, perhaps waiting for the effects to
settle.

A contemplative look grows in K'ran's eyes, and he flags Marcus for another
drink over Tarlo's shoulder. "One of those Tunnelsnake atrocities, if you
will." Thus awarded -- and rewarded, Tarlo's squirming -- he asks,
meanderingly, "If not that, then what, Talisha?"

Marcus puts on a thick leathis apron, thick gloves and puts a thick cloth
over his mouth and nose, unstopping a metal container, filling a metal
goblet and handing it to K'ran at arm's length.

Merielan gives T'kar her glass quite happily "Have a drink darling.." She
kisses his cheek, and flags Marcus down for another drink of 'Thread'..her
second. This she takes another sip of, and is--disturbingly quiet.

Marcus blinks, "Are you sure you want that drink?"

Marcus shrugs, puts on a heavy leather apron and gloves that reach his
elbows. He puts on a pair of goggles, picking up a pair of tongs. Reaching
up with the tongs, he takes a bottle down and /very/ carefully pours it
into a small glass, spilling only a drop which sizzles and smokes. Marcus
puts away his equipment, stands back and says hesitantly, "Enjoy?"

"Nabolese firewater, White Lightning, a few other things nay doubt--depends
on the drink, but nay bugs," Kassi assures, if less than reassuringly.
"Trust me. I haven't reproduced the recipes t'these yet--Marcus won't
*tell* me--but I've come close t'figuring out the Bronze at least. Go on,
Leya. Order a 'Snake yourself." Peer pressure! "Talisha... I'm afraid of
what way this table might be appealing t'you, if'n nay in a sexual sense."
Pause. "Wait. Scrap that. I'd be *more* afraid of the sexual sense." She'll
just toss back another gulp of liquor to erase that mental image from her
head, shall she?

"Dancin' a'course. What do you think, K'ran?" Talisha sends the young
bronzerider a funny look, then wrinkles up her nose at his new drink. "That
looks awful." She mutters. She tosses back the rest of her drink, turning
around to look at Kassi, brows arched up. "Oh I didn't say it wasn't
/sexual/. Dancing can be that. Just not making babies out of tables." She
slinks between them, and starts climing up onto one of the tables. "Someone
come up here with me!"

T'kar slips Merielan's unfinished drink behind him, then tickles down her
arm again, fingers closing on hers and around her glass. "Darling? Are you
all right? Who's dancing...?" He sighs, but chuckles a little.

Merielan gives up her spot next to T'kar--after tossing back the last of
her drink and jumps up onto the bar with Tali. One hopes--or doesn't
hope--that what little she's wearing won't slip off during the dancing.

Kassima eyes Talisha, then drains her goblet in a hurry. If dancing is
going to occur, she needs to be a bit more drunk than this to face it
without resorting to horrified wailing. "Thread," she calls to Marcus, "and
hurry. Just please, Talisha, *please* tell me you're nay going t'strip off
what you're wearing and throw yourself into Leya's lap. It's going t'take
me another solid half-hour of drinking a'fore I could cope with that."

Tarlo grins and actually lifts herself up to perch on the bar. "Talisha!"
she calls out after swigging some Golden, "Try it on the bar!"

K'ran's brows climb as Talisha clambers up onto a table, and raises his
glass in a bit of a salute. "Just remember," he cautions, "what happened
*last* time you got up on a table and danced--" And then is abruptly
silenced by Tarlo's departure, and joins Kassima in gulping down the
contents of a metal goblet.

Aisling downs her drink in one swallow. "I think I need to be in the proper
frame of mine to appreciate this." She notes before ordering another

Talisha jumps down from the table, landing on shakey feet, then stumbles
across to climb up on the bar. "Ohh much better!" she calls out - and over
to Tarlo as Marcus hands her another drink of green dragon. "Oh aren't you
/precious/." she murmurs down to him. "Oh that's not gonna happen." She
tells K'ran with a snort, "I'm not wearing pink." It's only logical. "Oh
lookit. A pole!" Right in the middle of the bar too. Tali slinks herself up
to said pole, and winds first and arm, and then a leg around it.

Leya frowns, drawing on the bar with a small puddle spilled drink, "A
snake? But that doesn't like something good. I don't want to have another
nasty drink," she complains, almost whining. She abruptly stops as she
hears her name and her lap mentioned. "What?!"

Marcus nods and pours Aisling a drink.

Marcus places a glass of Kahluah in front of Aisling.

Lysseth> Gyreventh backwings to a landing.

"Oh don't worry Leya, I won't fall in your lap." Talisha calls down hastily.

Marcus blinks, "Are you sure you want that drink?"

Marcus shrugs, puts on a heavy leather apron and gloves that reach his
elbows. He puts on a pair of goggles, picking up a pair of tongs. Reaching
up with the tongs, he takes a bottle down and /very/ carefully pours it
into a small glass, spilling only a drop which sizzles and smokes. Marcus
puts away his equipment, stands back and says hesitantly, "Enjoy?"

Sh'yar climbs up from the caves below.

Sh'yar strides in, "Nice little out of the way place..."

Tarlo looks up at Tali, and over at K'ran. Back and forth, back and forth,
an Evil Smile <tm> slowly spreading across her features. "Meri! You
dancing?" she pats the bartop that she sits on, still facing K'ran.

Kassima clasps her small glass close, taking first one small sip... then
another... oh, heck, she'll just down the whole thing. Never let it be said
that a greenrider can't drink. "Sea Spike," she half-gasps to Leya. "Try
that, then--and 'twas just saying Talisha shouldn't jump in your lap. She
can jump in *Aisling's* lap." And Kassi, poor Kassi, will just avert her
eyes from whatever Talisha's doing to that pole.

"Of course I'm dancing.." Meri answers Tarlo, as if this were the normal
thing to do. She glances at Tali, and then over at the proffered bar--the
stricken look on Marcus's face decides it for her--she jumps onto the bar.
"C'mon Tali..you too Tarlo."

Aisling eases her way over to Kassima."I don't think I can compare with
that." Aisling notes as she indicates the pole with a toss of her head.

Leya smiles weakly at Talisha, then silently nods to Kassima. She stares
for a long moment at Meri and Talisha, then leans over and waves Marcus.
"Sea spike. And quick."

Marcus grins and pours Leya the drink.

Marcus places a glass of Sea Spike in front of Leya.

This is all far too good to be true -- K'ran, almost agog, splits his
attention between Tarlo and Talisha -- and now Merielan, too -- whilst
gesticulating wildly towards Marcus for another bit of poison. "Pink,
right." Lucid, isn't he?

Marcus blinks, "Are you sure you want that drink?"

Marcus shrugs, puts on a heavy leather apron and gloves that reach his
elbows. He puts on a pair of goggles, picking up a pair of tongs. Reaching
up with the tongs, he takes a bottle down and /very/ carefully pours it
into a small glass, spilling only a drop which sizzles and smokes. Marcus
puts away his equipment, stands back and says hesitantly, "Enjoy?"

Talisha is already winding herself around the pole, and merely starts
grinning widely at Tarlo and Meri. "S'too bad there are no harpers in
here." she murmurs, "Mebbe someone can start singing!" She peers down at
K'ran, brows arched into a thoughtful expression. "Why don't you clap...and
T'kar can sing! Just like Tarlo said back at home." The pole is surveyed
again, and she slowly starts swinging around it.

Kassima gives the pole a surreptitious, averted glance. "But it doesn't
have a *lap*," she points out to Aisling.

Telgar Weyr> Kassima now must needs idle real quick to run the Langoliers
back. Please assume Kassi is busy being cheerfully horrified. ;)

Marcus puts on a thick pair of gloves and mixes a noxious brew, handing the
roiling liquid to Sh'yar.

Tarlo lets out a delighted laugh, and lets Tali and Meri convince her to
stand on the bar, though she wobbles momentarily before gaining her
balance. Musing, she stamps her feet and claps in repetitive rhythm. *stomp
stomp clap* *stomp stomp clap*

T'kar clears his throat. "Sing. I guess I know how far gone you are, when
you ask me to sing. What exactly are you looking for?"

"Clap?" K'ran's eyes go to T'kar, and with a diffident shrug he tosses back
the shot. "Clap. Alright. Can T'kar sing?" Easy enough -- he'll clap in
time with whatever rhythm Tarlo's hammering out on the bartop. "Something
bawdy, T'kar," he suggests.

Aisling watches the scene unfold before her, offering T'kar a bright grin.
"No, that is when they ask -me- to sing."

Sh'yar swallows back his drinks with a slight cough.

Merielan begins to dance by herself--but also to the beat Tarlo's
providing. Her body moves inously--sensually and in a way that's -sure- to
make Kassi -really- horrified. She takes a few turns on the pole, when Tali
steps away, before going back to dancing.

Leya smiles rather widely at Sh'yar as she notices him as she tries very
hard not to look at Talisha or the others. "Hi!" she greets, then looks
down at her Sea Spike. "This had better be good." She glances over at the
dancing femaleriders, then quickly looks back around and downs her entire
drink in one go.

Talisha finishes swinging around the pole, and slinks off to one side,
joining the others in a little line. Tarlo's stomping sets her in the beat,
and she calls across to T'kar - "Something /sultry/ with a fast beat!" she
starts stomping her own feet - adding in a clap before starting slow
winding circles with hips and body.

Lysseth> Tuoth backwings to a landing.

Sh'yar smiles ansd whistles loud and appriciatevily before he notices he's
being spoken to, "Oh hello! This place always this busy?"

Hello, Tarlo's got hips! As she continues to keep rhythm, hips and
shoulders sway, though occaisionally as she does she pauses her upper body
to take another swig of her drink.

S'ris climbs up from the caves below.

Lysseth> Cariath coos a greeting to Tuoth from where she reclines in the
sand. So many bronzes and browns. So little time.

Merielan's body falls into sync with the beat and Talisha's rythm. Her feet
stomp agaisnt the bar, adding to the beat, as her body--hips
especially--moving in that wonderously sinous way. That is--until a wetspot
suddenly finds itself under her foot--and she slips off the bar and into
K'ran's lap. "Oops.." She chuckles "Sorry K'ran.."

Greylin watches the drinkers with a bland, bored expression. Every once and
awhile, she looks down at her fingernails to see if they're still clean.

Lysseth> Imanath is sprawling out as wide as she can, making the most of
the warm bollian sun. She croons softly towards Tuoth, and shuffle over a
little bit. Come sit by me..

S'ris comes in cursing under his breath at such an unfindable place and
just kinda blinks and stares at the scene, all at once.

"Keep them coming, Marcus," K'ran pleads, rapping sharply on the countertop
with a knuckle in a space empty of coherent rhythm. An obliging bartender
lines up a series of 'thread', though a vaguely horrified look at the
distracted young man. "Please don't fall?" he calls hopefully up towards
the trio a-countertop. And yes, he's beginning to speak in that deliberate
fashion, the one that suggests it's growing difficult to properly form
words. Well, at least Merielan had a soft landing; shot leaps out of his
hand as he flails to help the woman regain balance, or her feet, or
something. "No worries, no worries!"

Leya's eyes water and she hangs onto the counter she coughs. Slowly, very
slowly, her eyes begin to focus again and she begins to grin, "Woah. That
*cough* was good." She looks over at Sh'yar, favoring him with her wide,
drunken grin, "Dunno. This is only my second time here." She waves a hand
vaguely toward Marcus, "You ought to try the Sea Spike." As another rider
walks in she cheerifully waves from the bar, though it's probably rather
doubtful that she's seen. She's not nearly nude and dancing on top of the
bar like the other women.

Aisling seems to enjoy watching the reaction of the newcomers, a delighted
expression coming to her face as she spots S'ris'. "Drink something, it
will all make sense after a couple of Threads."

Lysseth> Tuoth warbles at all the friend dragons, then swings his head
around and around to see each one, then does a bronze waddle towards
Imanath. Course, he makes sure to give Cariath a little tail flick.

Talisha turns around on the bar, hips a-wiggling as she turns and turns and
turns, arms held above her head to add to the winding movements. "Oh my."
she peers down at Meri as she falls, not even stopping her dancing to
laugh. A grin is given K'ran. "Always the ladies man eh?"She still holds a
full shot in her hand, and so chugs it back, grin growing wider at the
minute. "Hello S'ris!" she shouts -loudly- from her place atop the bar.

Lysseth> Indrath eyes Tuoth for a few moments, and then gives a disgruntled
rumble as Imanath beckons the Istan bronze closer. Fickle woman! He'll just
wander over towards Cariath and stretch out in the sand there.

Kassima has been busily not-quite-cowering in her seat, trying not to watch
the spectacle. But it's like a car wreck: you just can't look away. So she
just keeps the Threads coming, and keeps drinking, and keeps looking on
with something like horror. "Why is it that *my* mentees are always the
ones to end up in bronzer laps?" she demands rhetorically.

Sh'yar smiles, "I think I will I'm in a good mood tonight. And the
entertainment is suprurb."

T'kar just sort of wails some half-remembered song about Bronzerider
B'rncle. The bawdy tune is interrupted as he jumps over to K'ran, sitting
Meri up on the bar with care. "Meri?" He nudges K'ran, "You do the rest of
the song, I don't remember any more."

Lysseth> Kheprith stretches and shifts position to be more comfortable.

Tarlo laughs at Merielan, and pretends to pout. "Hey! T'kar...get your
woman off my man." But she giggles, crouching down and leaning to the side,
giggling to herself.

Marcus grins and pours Sh'yar the drink.

Marcus places a glass of Sea Spike in front of Sh'yar.

Merielan pats the top of K'ran's head affectionatly and jumps back up onto
the bar. It only takes a few more beats, before she's back into the rythm
and even more feverent this time. Her hips move almost independtly of her
body, shoulders and arms getting into the movement now. She flags down one
of K'ran's threads, downs it and keeps dancing. "Fine T'kar!" she reassures
her weyrmate.

Tarlo blinks a bit at S'ris. "Oh," she giggles. "It's Ear-Man."

Marcus smiles and pours a drink.

Marcus hands Aisling a glass of Green Dragon.

"I don't remember any more of it than you do!" K'ran protests, reaching for
the shot that Merielan captures. He collects the rest of the series
jealously as he rises from his barstool, and takes a wobbling step
backwards to avoid becoming a landing pad again.

Sh'yar downs the blue concotion in one swallow, "SmOoTh...." he gasps.
"Yesh, who comes up with these combinations?"

S'ris uhmmms and just keeps looking around. Blink blink blink. "You sure?
This seems to be....random chaos. Sailors are more organized in their
drinking." Eyes float to Tarlo and he gives a grin. "Not remember my name?"
Tsk. then his eyes float back on over to Tali. "Enjoying yourself?"

Leya giggles, "Yeah, they are doing a pretty good job, aren't they." She
turns to give Kassi a sloppy grin, "My mentee isn't in any bronzers lap."
She pauses, then adds, "She isn't here though, so that might be why." She
grins at Sh'yar, "Isn't it?" She then answers with conviction, "Somebody
evil." She then waves Marcus over and orders herself another drink.

Marcus puts on a thick pair of gloves and mixes a noxious brew, handing the
roiling liquid to Leya.

Kassima does the only thing she can do. She lets her head fall forward
until her forehead makes contact with the tabletop with a muffled *thump*.
"I'm nay seeing this," she informs any who'll listen. "I'm nay hearing
this. Faranth only *knows* how many times that table will spawn from this.
Marcus, give me another Monsoon--and *please* hurry." She quite naturally
sticks her tongue out at Leya in a sound raspberry. Though she does raise
her head from the tabletop first.

Chuckling, Marcus shakes his head and pours Kassima a glass of Monsoon.

With great dignity, Tarlo sticks out her tongue at S'ris, and hops off the
bar, ordering yet another drink.

Marcus grins and pours Tarlo a drink.

Marcus slides a mug of Bronze Dragon to Tarlo.

"S'ris, S'ris!" Talisha calls out, as if the first time wasn't loud enough
for the Istan bronzer to hear. "Have you ever ever ever in your long legged
life - oh wait. You don't have long legs." Tali stops her song abruptly,
though she doesn't once stop her hips from moving, turning and twisting
about up there on the bar. "Order a drink." She shouts - to the bar at
large. "Who's spawning?" Ear perk up, and she flicks a look in Kassima's
direction.

Greylin folds her arms across her chest, stifling a yawn.

Tarlo hops down off the bar, gripping it to keep from wobbling, and decides
that K'ran makes an ideal leaning post, yes he does!

"The table is," Kassi answers quite matter-of-factly, craning her neck to
look towards Talisha. "Congratulations: you've gotten it pregnant. And
*you* get t'explain this one t'Mart."

T'kar winces at yelling and falling and mostly at drinking in general. He
smiles sympathetically to Greylin, then leans against the counter silently.

"Are we -that- boring?" Aisling asks Greylin, "Or have you just had a long
day?"

Leya just beams in her overly cheeful at Kassi's raspberry. She takes a
drink of her Lava Twist and her eyes water, for the hundredth time this
evening, but she's used to it by now, even enjoying it. She downs the
entire thing in just a few drinks. She waves Greylin over, "Come on! Have a
drink!" She then frows with confusion at Kassi. "Tables don't get pregnant.
It's wood," she slowly states.

S'ris uh huhs, pausing to look around at everyone either drunk or banging
their heads against the tables in a vain effort to not be in existence. Pad
pad pad to the bar to look over various...drinks. "So...uhm...what should a
short legged bronzerider have to drink, Tali?"

K'ran empties those shots, one after the next, transfixed by the spectacle
just above eye level. In fact it takes him a moment or two to realize he's
being employed as furniture, and he sways slightly with Tarlo's weight
before he rights himself. "You're all extremely, terribly drunk," he
announces -- and don't mind the audible slurring of those words.

Merielan gives up her dancing with one last twitch of her hips. She slides
down off the bar--and blinks at Kassi "Do you think M'rgan will mind? You
-ought- not to Kassi..more spawn for Thunderbolt." Her piece said, she
walks--unsteadily-- towards T'kar, wrapping arm about his waist. "No more
love.." she promises, eyeing Kassi carefully "No bottle.."

"/I/ got the table pregnant?" Talisha asks, all big, sweet-puppy-dog-eyes
towards Kassi. "I..I../did/?" those eyes might just well up with tears, if
it wasn't for the fact that S'ris is right beneneath her now. "Hello you
there. Uhm. Have some thread." She decides, ker-plunking down to sit on the
edge of the bartop. "It's really good." She lies.

Tarlo beams up at K'ran. "So are you." she informs him, and kisses him on
the nose.

Marcus gets a large mug and, holding it under a tap, pours out a thick
amber, almost brown liquid with a rich, foamy head on it and hands it to
Sh'yar

Kassima hisses to Leya in a less than subtle stage-whisper, "Just play
along! Besides, mayhaps 'tis a *special* table. And mayhaps Talisha's got
special talents." Stranger things have happened. "Talisha's nay a
*Thunderbolt* rider, though! So 'tis Skyfire spawn, and that means he'll be
peeved, 'cause you know how he hates his greenriders spawning--well, it
might have been Tarlo." Kassi's not immune to tears; her tone is
apologetic, and trying for reassurance. "Or Merielan. They could've
impregnated the furniture too, really."

Sh'yar takes his mug of ale and takes a seat at the same table as Kassima,
"Any particular reason for the party and... entertainment?"

"Maybe," K'ran concedes. "Just a little." He holds up thumb and forefinger,
separated by millimeters -- and then he's beckoning to Marcus again. "Line
'em up!"

Tarlo rests her chin on K'ran's shoulder to look at Sh'yar.
"Post-graduation party!"

T'kar rests his arms lightly around Merielan. "All right. As long as you've
enjoyed yourself." He smiles a little.

Kassima has to ponder this question several moments even though the
answer's already been given. No doubt this is far from her first glass of
liquor. "Aye, post-graduation," she agrees gravely. "And just for the fun
of it, y'know. Sometimes people like t'come out and loosen up and have
babies with tables."

Merielan smiles and nods happily at T'kar, laying her head on his shoulder.
Only to lift it again to retort indignatly at Kassi "I did -not- get the
table pregnant! Sandman did that..him and his thirty dragons."

Sh'yar smiles and raises his glass to the scantly clad girl, "You're
lucky... ours was a threadfall. Mind if I enjoy yours?"

Leya just frowns, still hopelessly confused. She leans back to look and see
if the table looks pregnant and ends up falling out of her seat and landing
on her rump. She frowns up at Kassi, and now Sh'yar. She tries to push
herself back up to her feet, but merely wobbles and falls back down. "I
don't want to sit on the floor!" she wails, her eyes filling up with tears.

S'ris blinks a few times at the greenrider then looks again at the glasses
lined the bar. Andthe people coughing after drinking it. "Uhmm....it's
good, yet people choke on it, eh?" maybe he should try something easier.
"Uhmm....bartender...hey!" Useless man, serving someone else.

"Browns, they were." Aisling notes slowly. "Not a green among them." She
notes almost sadly.

Kassima just has to ask in innocent bemusement, "Enjoy her what? Oh, excuse
me--" She's up and out of her chair in an unsteady flash, and centers
herself before walking very carefully to where Leya's sprawled. "C'mon,
c'mon, you can sit on the table instead. Since 'tis pregnant already, 'tis
safe. Meri... *again*? *Lock* that Sandman up! He's worse'n I'sai!"

"But /I/ didn't make it pregant, right?" Tali asks, peering around S'ris to
look at Kassima. "It was Leya wasnt it?" She glances over at Leya, pointing
with one finger. "Cause she was sittin' there ata table. So it must have
been her." She decides with a little snort. "Order the thread." She
continues to whisper to S'ris.

K'ran distractedly seizes another shot from the array Marcus fills on the
countertop; with Tarlo leaning against his shoulder, he cranes his head to
study her face, and asks, gravely, "*You* didn't get the furniture
pregnant, did you?"

Tarlo announces, "I did not get the table pregnant." No further comment
then that, except to nod to Sh'yar and say, "We had Fall too." she sighs
sadly, taking a drink from her mug before whispering in K'ran's ear.

Sh'yar winks at Kassi, "I can think of several things but I ment the party."

Greylin had shaken her head to decline Leya's offer, still comfortably
settled in her chair leaned back against the wall. A slight smile tugs at
one of the corners of her mouth.

T'kar runs his hands through Merielan's hair slowly and stifles a yawn as
well. "Do you want to stay and enjoy the company? Just to warn you, I'm not
going to be awake much longer, and I fear what might happen if I fall
asleep with these people around."

S'ris uhmmms, then snags the bartender and orders a drink, then eyeing the
mix as it is smacked on the table in a glass. "So...uhm...since you didn't
get the table pregnant, you can tell me what it tastes like, and how many
you had?"

Kassima pauses in trying to help Leya up to consider this. "Hey, it
could've been. And that'd mean *'tis* Thunderbolt spawn. Leya, why didn't
you *tell* me you're going t'be a father?" So hurt she sounds, too! But not
so hurt that she can't be distracted into agreeing, "That's all right,
then. 'Cause, see, aught else K'ran there might object to. Methinks.
Mayhaps. And the table might get jealous *too*. You just never know."

"Can't lock Sandman up!" Meri mutters indignatly at Kassi--and the room at
large "Even if he -did- get the furniture pregnant..his forty dragons
wouldn't like it." She leans further agaisnt T'kar and shakes her head "No,
no..let's go home. Where people understand about Sandman."

Telgar Weyr> Kassima says, "Meri, I keep picturing Dream of Neil Gaiman's
'Sandman' comics here, and cracking up at the very idea of him getting
furniture pregnant. ;)"

Telgar Weyr> Tarlo says, "That would be more Delerium's thing, wouldn't it?
;>"

Telgar Weyr> Aisling nodsnods, Which is why I am having trouble typing due
to giggles ;)

Telgar Weyr> Kassima says, "Sure. She's graduated from making little frogs
to making little footstools! ;)"

Telgar Weyr> Merielan grins evilly.."I think we created a new Telgar legend
Kassi..

Leya sniffles and smiles up at Kassi. She tries to push herself back up and
fails once again. She then decides to use Kassi's leg to pull herself up
from the floor and this time succeeds. She sways as she attempts to regain
her balance. "I didn't get the table pregnant! I wasn't sitting on the
table." She thinks for a bit. "I was sitting on a chair." She looks at
Kassi, "I don't wanna be a Daddy."

T'kar carefully escorts Merielan towards the door, ducking an unfortunate
piece of fruit that came from Faranth knows where. "Take care of
yourselves, everyone, but continue to have fun! We'll be heading back now.
Watch the ladder, love," he cautions his weyrmate.

Talisha swings her legs down from the bartop and attempts to wrap them
around S'ris' waist instead. "Well /I/ didn't get the table pregnant." she
says, look directly at Leya. "So it musta been you. Or mebbe it was K'ran!"
And said bronzerider is the next to get a /look/, along with a strange
arching of her brows as Tali considers this. "I had some of that th'other
day S'ris. You go ahead and try it though."

Greylin lifts a hand to wave farewell to T'kar. "Clear skies," she wishes
him before going back to watching the others.

Merielan waves to the room at large "Don't forget to take -care- of your
splinter children--not like Aisling!" With that--she heads down the ladder.

Kassima yelps, audibly, as Leya uses her mostly-bare leg as a climbing
tool. "*Leya*, I know we're friends and all, but we're nay *that* kind of
friends," she hisses. "Here, you just sit down and have something t'drink
and 'twill see if'n I can get the table t'agree t'foster or something...
unless, oh, K'ran, *there's* a thought." This is like a game of Clue. It
was K'ran! With the table! In the bar! "G'night, g'night, g'night!" she
sings after the departing duo.

Merielan climbs down the crude ladder.

Tarlo waggles her hand at the departing pair as she finishes whispering to
K'ran.

T'kar shoots a last sympathetic look at Greylin, then follows Merielan down.

T'kar climbs down the crude ladder.

K'ran's cheeks have grown red with whatever it is that Tarlo's whispering
into -- doing to? -- his ear, and his body begins listing decidedly to
port. "Object?" he asks, dull but indignant, still evidently sober enough
to recognize his name but doubtless by now having difficulty parsing
intelligent conversation. "Augh!" This to Talisha. "I never *met* that
table before!" Tarlo drags him down further, until he's taken a knee.

Sh'yar looks toward the direction of the beach.... "Now?... you always did
have the worst timeing..."

Aisling waves cheerily beforr telling K'ran. "Tables don't mind, they can't
tell is apart anyway."

Sh'yar climbs down the crude ladder.

Telgar Weyr> Kassima hrms. That's an idea for the next recasting, Tarlo.
Sandman. Can I have dibs on either Dream, Death, or Destruction? ;)

Lysseth> Sh'yar prepares to mount Gyreventh and spies Merielan, "Oh! Say
very lovely danceing if you don't mind my saying so."

Lysseth> Merielan seems rather confused as to which dragon is hers for a
moment "Sandman?" She queries, before Alerith nudges her with his nose.

Tarlo grins evilly, "It was T'kar. He escaped before we all noticed." she
waggles her brows at K'ran and inquires sweetly, "Is that the filthiest
thing you've ever heard?"

Telgar Weyr> Tarlo says, "Sure, why not?"

Leya just grins at Kassi and flops herself into the aforementioned chair.
She nods to Talisha, "It was K'ran." She leans against the supposed
pregnant table, "I saw him." She grins around, then looks for Marcus. "I
wanna 'nother drink."

Telgar Weyr> Tarlo eyes the cavorting chocolate people. "They're
....squidging!"

S'ris scratches his head and then just downs the shot, then coughs quietly
and sets the glass down. Then coughs again. "You like this?" Well, it's
made to get you drunk, so it does it's purpose. "Ugh...talk about something
that tastes like grease. You didn't get the table pregnant, right? So you
can be persuaded to leave it's presence?"

Kassima picks up her glass--or someone's glass; at this point, she isn't
too picky--carefully, and just as carefully empties it of all content
before suggesting, "Mayhaps you have, but you don't *remember*. You
could've bedded the table last time 'twere here."

"I didn't get it pregnant." Tali assure S'ris, yanking him in /nice/ and
close to her by use of her legs. "K'ran did. With T'kar did you say Tarlo?"
She asks, flicking a look in her direction. "Shards and shells you two are
quick." A wink is sent to her friend, along with another for her poor
defenceless partnet. "I can be lead away. Where d'ya want to lead me to?"

"Not for nine months." Aisling tells S'ris. "She needs to move down here
until it has splintered."

K'ran seems shocked -- shocked! -- at this accusation of impropriety with a
virginal barroom furnishing. Well, no, not really. "Anything's possible,"
he allows. "Though I doubt I'll have bedded as many tables as I'sai."
Tarlo's question earns an over-emphatic nod from him. "I'm not sure I
should be letting you kiss me with those lips anymore!" But then he kisses
her, so it's hardly much of a protest.

Talisha pouts suddenly, "I didn't get it pregnant, Aisling!"

S'ris huffs at Aisling. "Nine months, pfft. She doesn't have to wait on it
plank and leg ya know." SUrprisingly enough he isn't drunk. "And I want to
take you...uhmm...somewhere that isn't by the table that is bearing
someone's offspring?"

Leya slowly shakes her head, "No, no. I...I don't bed tables." She leans
over and lowers her voice to whisper conspiratorally, well, it might sound
like a whisper if Kassi was mostly deaf. "I was a Woodie Apprentice and
tables, they make very bad mothers. Very bad." She leans back and nods sagely.

Tarlo makes a noise as she's getting kissed. Probably 'Wasn't me!'.

Kassima mourns into her glass, plunking back into the chair, "Mart'll be
peeved. Mart'll be so peeved. And he'll take it out on *me*...." She looks
up to just blink at Leya. "'Twere a Woodie Apprentice?" Something about
that strikes her has hilariously amusing; she sets the glass down moments
before falling into a spate of tipsy-shading-into-drunken chortles. "Oh!
Well, well, you'd know then, I'm sure. What about beds? D'you bed beds?"
How many beds would a Woodie bed if a Woodie did bed beds? "And I have nay
idea how many tables I'sai's bedded. I need t'*ask*."

Telgar Weyr> Tarlo says, "The spirit being willing, but the body being
weak, I need to crash, folks."

Telgar Weyr> Talisha snugsa Tarlo. Thanks for the fun :)

Telgar Weyr> Leya snugs Tarlo. :)

Aisling eyes the table at Talisha's words. "Hrm. Poor Table. Left alone
with nothing but saplings and a memory." She peers at S'ris for a moment.
"Maybe not, but a little considerations."

Telgar Weyr> Aisling snugs a Tarlo. ;)

Telgar Weyr> Kassima says, "G'night Tarlo. Dream not of tables. :)"

Telgar Weyr> Tarlo cackles, and is hoping for David Boreanz and Marc Blucas.

"S'ris, will you be my splinters mother?" Tali asks susddenly, solemnly.
"We have to take care of it and make sure it never breaks." She murmurs to
him, eyes as big as saucers, and likely full of tears too. "Because I musta
got it pregnant if'n Leya didn't."She looks at him, studieing him
carefully. "And then y'can take me to my weyr."

Leya nearly falls out of her char again in gesturing Marcus over, but
manages to grab the table in time to keep herself from topling over. She
steadies herself, then orders another drink. She then slowly begins to
giggle with Kassi, "I didn't bed beds. I slept in a bed, but not with a
bed." She goes into a fresh set of giggles, "Very poor lovers. Too wooden."

Telgar Weyr> Merielan grins "What a dream -that- would be.."

Chuckling, Marcus shakes his head and pours Leya a glass of Monsoon.

S'ris hmmms carefully, trying to give off the impression of seriousness,
then plucks a splinter out of the table and holds it up to Tali. "This the
splinter I just mothered?" Really, he just mothered it.

Kassima sniffles as she watches this scene. "That's so *sweet*," she
decides, wiping at her eyes as she orders Yet Another Drink. "They make
such adorable parents. I'm sure the splinter will be very loved."
Fortunately or unfortunately, the mood is broken by the flurry of snickers
that follows Leya's commentary. She teeters in her chair, but doesn't
*quite* fall. Yet.

Talisha makes a little "Awwwing" sounds and holds the splinter in her hand
/very/ carefully. "We have a splinter!" she all but coo's to S'ris. Another
drink is ordered, but she barely gets past a mouthful before she's off and
wrapping her arms around S'ris. "Will you wrap the splinter up nice and
tight so it doesn't catch a cold?"

And such a disappointment -- K'ran helps the suddenly-less-than-conscious
Tarlo to a chair, and slumps down next to her. And then gets up again, to
wobble back over to the bar, to collect those shots still awaiting a bold
-- reckless? stupid? suicidal? -- drinker. He pauses there, steadying
himself against the counter, before daring to cross the spinning floor
again. "Has I'sai bedded many beds, if not tables?"

Aisling beams at Talisha. "See, it wasn't so hard. What did you name her?"

S'ris uhmmms again and looks around, then finds an empty shotglass, and
dunks the splinter to the bottom. "Even has a crib," he murmurs and holds
it up for her, trying so very hard not to laugh. One drink just won't get
him drunk. "We have to name him too?" When does it end!

Leya grins up at Marcus as he hands her a Monsoon. She swirls it in its
glass, then tips it back and drinks it all. She coughs a little, but not
nearly as much as she did when she was still half-way sober. She smiles
muzzily over at S'ris and Talisha, "Is it a boy or a girl?"

"I think her name can be.." and there Talisha is at a blank. "S'ris you can
name her cause your the mother an' mother should always get to name the
babies. HER!" she tells him forecefully, with a quick, lop-sided grin to
Aisling. "Oh your the bestest." She takes the shotglass and her splinter
baby, cradling them in her hand. "Who did I'sai bed this time?" is asked
from over S'ris' shoulder.

"What's her name?" Kassi inquires, tone bordering on the gushy ones that
motherly types tend to have around newborns. "She's just the cutest little
splinter I ever did see--nay offense t'Douglas, Ais. Hold on a second. This
calls for a drink." She teeters on over to yon bar to collect one.
Considering how darned many she's already had, she's pretty steady--but
only considering. "Y'know, I'm nay sure? M'kon might know. I'sai might
prefer bedding women t'bedding furniture. His number of spawn would be
suggesting this, unless mayhaps he's left illegitimate splinters scattered
across Pern."

Hrogar climbs up from the caves below.

S'ris ahems and formally announces in a full sonorous voice. "The baby
shall be...Taliris?" He clears his throat and takes someone's drink in his
hand, proposing a toast. "Taliris!" *gulp cough*

Aisling ohs quickly. "I need one too." She notes as she makes her way
carefully, putting one foot in front of the other. "What should I oder now?"

Hrogar climbs up the ladder along with a few other burly sailorish types
wearing Tillek knots. They keep clapping Hrogar on the back and wishing
him, his wife, and his soon to be born child well. Hrogar and the bunch of
them are joking and laughing and perhaps have had a drink or two on the way
over.

K'ran's meandering crossing of the room brings him back to sleeping Tarlo's
side, and he arranges those shots of Thread in front of him, just so. With
concentration he seizes one of the glasses. "What kind of a girl will
Taliris grow up to be?" he inquires, an uproariously amused smile curving
his lips.

Kassima closes her hand around a shot of Lava Twist, and raises it in a
drunken toast. "T'Taliris!" she yells, and empties the glass in one swift
gulp. "Oooh, I need t'stop *doing* that. Get a Twist, Ais. They're...
they're... Twisty."

Aisling nods her head solemnly. "One twist it is." She notes.

Marcus puts on a thick pair of gloves and mixes a noxious brew, handing the
roiling liquid to Aisling.

Talisha yanks her shotglass up, careful to keep the one with young Taliris
away from her mouth. "To the cute lil' splinter." she shouts, tossing back
her green dragon shot. She smiles in a fuzzy, hazy sort of manner. "She
won't grow up and bed with I'sai that's what." she says, her own grin
spreading up to her ears.

Leya grins and raises her glass along with Kassi, then tilts it back only
to find it empty. She frowns, holding the glass in front of her eyes and
inspects it for several long moments. Yup, definitely empty. "I need more."
She staggers over to the bar to order another drink. "She might. He's like
that, you know."

Marcus blinks, "Are you sure you want that drink?"

Hrogar and his friends miander up to the bar and order a number of drinks,
much in keeping with the stereotypes some people may hear of Tillek
dockworkers.

Marcus shrugs, puts on a heavy leather apron and gloves that reach his
elbows. He puts on a pair of goggles, picking up a pair of tongs. Reaching
up with the tongs, he takes a bottle down and /very/ carefully pours it
into a small glass, spilling only a drop which sizzles and smokes. Marcus
puts away his equipment, stands back and says hesitantly, "Enjoy?"

"Then she's got willpower, she does," K'ran decides, and knocks back his
shot. He doesn't even really seem to be grimacing against the burn anymore.
"That man has set a standard, though. And somehow... somehow I'm going to
have to catch up to him." Now, how much of that is babble?

Greylin gives the Tillekians a once-over, then goes back to watching over
her fellow Telgari. Oh, the blackmail which is being produced right now.

Aisling eyes the distance back to her seat, then sort of slouches onto a
stool. "I think I'll stay here." She pauses to eye K'ran. "What, who ever
dies with the most spawn wins?"

"Y'can catch up with me." Tali calls across - then flushes. She didn't
/really/ say that. Did she?

S'ris nods, like he understands everything going on. "A good splinter,
won't go around with lots of guys, she won't, right Tali?" Blink blink.
"Shush, not -everyone- can bear splinters like you."

"And being in bed with Is isn't the world's worst fate," Kassi
philosophizes, less than clearly. She does wiggle her fingers to the group
of newcomers; she's too out of it to do much more. A shame I'sai isn't here
to hear this wonderous praise. "Nay quite set a standard. That's *F'hlan*.
Thunderbolt's glooooorious founder." A snicker escapes. She lets herself
fall back into a chair. "And M'kie-M'kie-M'kla, she had eight *too*. Got
t'go a long way t'beat them."

Marcus blinks, "Are you sure you want that drink?"

Marcus shrugs, puts on a heavy leather apron and gloves that reach his
elbows. He puts on a pair of goggles, picking up a pair of tongs. Reaching
up with the tongs, he takes a bottle down and /very/ carefully pours it
into a small glass, spilling only a drop which sizzles and smokes. Marcus
puts away his equipment, stands back and says hesitantly, "Enjoy?"

"I can?" K'ran looks eminently pleased by this, in spite of the fact that
Tarlo's fast asleep on his shoulder. "That's... I just have to make sure
you never wear pink." Where'd that come from?

Hrogar takes his drinks over to a table away from the rowdy Telgar crew and
proceeds to start into generating his own little rowdy corner, though much
more in its infancy.

Leya carefully picks the drink up in both of her hands and carries it back
to the pregnant table. She sets it down, then looks around only to find her
chair has been stolen. She then pulls herself and sits on the table, next
to her drink. She shakes her head at Aisling, "Only, only if you're a man.
You wanna know what you'd look like after spawning tweleve times? I don't."
She shakes her head again, then picks up her shot glass and downs its
contents.

"Y'can if'n you promise never to let me wear pink. Ever. Never again."
Talisha calls across to K'ran, lips pulled up into a lop-sided grin. "Oh no
S'ris, you'll only ever be the mother of my splinters." She nods solemly,
holding up her splinter love-child. "See? Taliris is fast asleep in her
snug little crib."

"Pink is the color of evil," Kassi murmurs, curling up in her chair with
her happy fun drink. This one she's nursing slowly rather than gulping. In
all probability, this is a difference meant to keep the liquor from making
a reappearance. "Pink is evil, evil, evil. Pink lace is eviller yet."

K'ran nods, earnest, while reaching clumsily for another shot. "No pink,"
he agrees. "Even if I have to tear it off you with my teeth." He says that
as if it's a bad thing.

Leya swings her legs as she braces herself with her arms behind her on the
table in order to keep herself from falling over. "No. Green is the color
of evil. Green. Like greenriders. And green dragons." She blinks at K'ran
and Talisha. "Evil. Very evil," she continues, though it's not quite clear
whether that's about Green or K'ran and Talisha.

"I have only ever met one evil greenrider," protests K'ran. He squints his
eyes over towards Kassima and levels a finger her way. "That one."

"I bet you would break a tooth or two." Aisling observes. "Or get a button
stuck."

"I'm not evil." Talisha protests, however weakly it comes out. She leans
across S'ris to look at K'ran, "You'll bite 'em off me? I better make sure
I wear pink again then." She keeps a straight face for eat least /half/ a
moment, then goes back to giggling. Uncontrollably.

Kassima is immediately indignant: "Green isn't *evil*! Greenriders, now,
we're evil. Sometimes. Jal's really evil; he gives everybody pants with nay
butt in 'em." She nods solemnly. This fits her description of evil quite
well. "But *greens* aren't evil... unless they're Lysseth... and she's
proddy... and I'm confused now, methinks." But not so confused that she
can't flash a grin to K'ran and accuse, quite cheerfully, "Flatterer."

S'ris smiles cheerfully and gives Tali a sweet little hug and craddles the
shotglass with his hand over hers. "That just makes me so
happy....especially if you don't wear pink. Why would you wear pink? Pink
is bad." Leya gets a blink. "Yeah, green is -good-. Tuoth likes greens,
greens are needed. Ima is green, and Ima is good and pretty. Grew up nice
like our splinter is going to do." Hey...wait, Tali is giggling. "Hey."
That wasn't fair.

K'ran waves a hand, cheerfully. "Don't mention it," he answers Kassima.
Talisha earns a drunken snicker, and he shakes his head. "D'you think
M'rgan would be upset, though? I bet he would."

"Only if spawning is involved." Aisling points out. "Other than that he
doesn't care."

Leya lifts a hand from the table to wag a finger at Tali, she sways as
she's now only supported by one arm. "Not yet. You see, it takes time. You
just started being a greenrider so you're very evil yet." She waves her
hand toward Kassi, "But Kassi and J'lyn have been greenriders for a lot
longer, so they are very evil." She beams, very proud of her logic, or what
passes for logic among the inebriated. "You see?"

"Just make sure you don't spawn while you're biting those clothes off,"
Kassi advises with a tip of her glass. "And you'll be fine then. Just fine,
just fine, just fine... *hey*. Leya. Are you calling me *old*?"

"But was the point t'spawn more than I'sai, or bed more than him?" Talisha
wonders, even as she starts waggling her brows at K'ran and licking her
lips. S'ris earns a playful tickle to his ribs - right before she starts
kissing him in front of everybody - and not just a peck.

K'ran nods over towards Aisling after tossing back this next shot. "That's
the idea," he assures her. And then a sudden look of uncertainty crosses
his face, and he looks back towards Talisha for confirmation. "I think."

Telgar Weyr> Talisha thinks that she definetly wants to see this log. *g*

Leya frowns down at her empty shot glass, then blinks oh-so-innocently at
Kassi. "Wha? No. You're not old. Just older than Tali, ol'er than me." She
leans her head over to so it almost rests on her shoulder, "Don't you think
Tali will get more evil as she gets...more experienced?"

Telgar Weyr> Greylin has lots of blackmail material, that's for sure.

S'ris can't complain. Mostly cause he's kinda liplocked. But he wouldn't
complain if he could speak. So all is well. At least for this bronzer. He
needs to come here more often.

Kassima's inebriated mind gets this statement confused, apparently: "K'ran
can't spawn with I'sai!" she protests. "Although he *could* bed him, I
suppose, but I don't see Taralyth flying *Indrath*... good thing, probably.
Probably good." She averts her eyes politely from the kissery in order to
stick her tongue out at Leya again. Older? Yes. More mature? No. "*Could*
be. Could be. She's pretty evil right now, smooching in front of everybody."

Talisha breaks the kiss with S'ris, to call breathlessly over to K'ran -
"Well if'n I spawn with you then M'rgan gets mad and I won't be able to get
more evil. So mebbe we should skip the spawning and just do the rest?" she
flicks her gaze to Leya, which really ends up on Kassima as she can't see
*quite* right. "I'm getting more experienced right now. So beware the
evil." she winks, then goes back to kissing.

K'ran's lips curve into a broad, inebriated smile. "He's not really my
type," he asides. "Something about the eyes, I think. And the rest is just
fine, Talisha, but maybe S'ris will have t'gnaw any pink off of you."

Aisling stares at her empty glass as if trying very hard to figure out what
to do with it. Comprhension is coming along very slowly though.

S'ris has enough time to down another foul concoction that he takes from
the person somewhere near him, coughing, then having his breath whipped
away again by another greenrider kiss. Oh yes, definitely no complaints.
All that talk about spawning is just flying over his ears without really
going in his head.

"He has nice eyes," Kassi protests, though halfheartedly. "I'm just
going... t'hide under this table, now," she decides, and she slides down in
her chair until she's indeed doing so. "So if'n any spawn-starting happens,
I won't have t'*see* it, y'know."

Leya goodnaturedly stick her tongue back out at Kassi. She grins Talisha,
nodding. "See? The evilness is starting to show up." She peers over at
K'ran, "His eyes? He has very pretty eyes." A pause. "Blue. Light blue
eyes. I wouldn't think that'd be the problem." She begins to giggle.

Hrogar and his friends seem finished after a while and stagger out of the
Lava Lounge to continue on.

Hrogar climbs down the crude ladder.

"Well, that," K'ran reasons, "and his, um. Riding equipment." Ah, a
humorous euphemism! He snickers quietly for a moment of two. "An' since
M'kon's my wingmate, now, it'd be especially all wrong."

Greylin absently traces the carved designs on the table in front of her,
patiently waiting.

Leya nods to K'ran, still giggling. "Yeah, that. His...what you called it."
She then lies back on the table, then slowly rolls onto her stomach and
inches toward the edge of the table so she can peer over, and under, it.
"Boo," she says grinning upside down at Kassi and she bursts into a fresh
fit of giggles.

"He has nice--" Kassi starts to rebut again from under the table, but drunk
as she is, she's still not *quite* drunk enough to finish that sentence.
"Well, *anyway*, I guess you shouldn't bed your Wingmates' weyrmates.
Unless the Wingmate's okay with it." Ah, what a useful distinction. She'll
distract herself from her lingering blush by trying to poke Leya's
upside-down nose.

K'ran's brows furrow, here, and his attention wanders away from Talisha and
her prey, and towards the muffled speech coming from beneath the table upon
which Leya's sprawled. "What about your weyrmate's Wingmates?" he wonders.
"Or your Wingleader? Or your Wingleader's weyrmate? Or your weyrmate's
Wingleader?" How he's managing to string together that kind of alliteration
is anyone's guess.

Leya goes cross eyed trying to look at Kassi's finger as it approaches her
nose, then she jerks her head up as it's poked. Fast enough to make her
head spin. She holds onto the edge of the table as she waits for the room
to stop spinning. "Whoa. This room is moving."

"He has nice buttocks?" Talisha supplies oh-so-innocently after breaking
the next kiss with S'ris. Cheeks might flush, but that's only because she's
been drinking so much. "I really wish he'd wear those velvet shorts." She
sighs whistfully, then leans across S'ris again to peer at K'ran. "You
don't wanta spawn with I'sai do you?"

Aisling nods her head to Leya and keeps nodding it long past time to stop
nodding, just cause its fun.

K'ran shakes his head firmly, an emphatic negative to that question. "He's
done enough spawning already," he decides. "I can't catch up to him if I'm
spawning *with* him. And I think I'd rather spawn with you, or... her." He
gives Tarlo a light poke in the ribs. "Or Alessandra, but he beat me to her."

Kassima agrees without really thinking, "Aye, those too--whups. Sorry,
Leya. Didn't think m'finger was *that* strong." She regards the digit with
new respect before turning her attention to K'ran's queries. "Well, that
all depends, doesn't it, on who they are? 'Cause I *suppose* you could
sleep with Neliea if'n she wanted you to, only Tarlo might mind, and I
don't think Benos... if'n she's still with Benos? Mayhaps she dumped Benos.
Anyway, I don't think Benos is your type, and you don't have a weyrmate, so
that takes all the other fun people out."

S'ris hmpfhs and tickles Tali's ribs, since he's being leaned on and over
so she can talk to K'ran. "Hey, Tali can't catch up to I'sai if she doesn't
spawn." Hint hint hint. Afterall, they -are- nice and cozy. K'ran gets a
backward glance over his shoulder. "Wake up Tarlo?" he suggests.

Greylin stifles another yawn and props her feet up on the table, lacing her
fingers on her stomach and twiddling her thumbs.

"Why would he wake up Tarlo when I'm all awake and ready t'spawn?" Talisha
asks, confused for a moment. "Oh." she peers down at the sleeping Tarlo,
flushes and hrms. "I can't spawn with the guy that is my friends." it comes
out all jumbled, but she knows what she means. "Mebbe still the rest
though, huh K'ran?" she asks, just before wiggling herself into S'ris lap.
It's nice and cozy there.

Leya peers back over the table to say, "It's okay." She then scoots back on
the table and rolls back on her side. She spots the nodding Aisling and
begins to giggle, again. She looks over at K'ran by titling her head back.
"Only them? But I'sai has more'n that. And you'll have to wait for Alessi
to have her baby first."

Aisling's nodding gradually slows to a stop as she just blinks at those there.

S'ris nudges Tali with various digits as if the answer should've been
obvious right from the start. "I'm here." Must he spell it out for the poor
girl?

"Maybe just the rest," K'ran agrees, while resting his eyes -- no, he's not
actually giving in to the pull of sleep. There's still two shots of Thread
left in front of him, and he feels around on the table for a moment to
claim one. Then, to Leya, "Oh, I'm not fussy. I mean, he's got, what...
Turns an' Turns on me. A few Turns, anyhow. I just had my nineteenth
Turnday, and Indrath's only gone up four times. He just needs to stop
spawning, otherwise I'll never catch up."

Kassima peeks out from under the table long enough to blink fuzzy eyes at
the amorous pair. "Don't spawn in *here*," she warns. "Marcus might let
you, but we'd have t'*watch*, and that's just nay the sort of thing I'm
into, don't know about everyone else." Back under the table she goes, to
keep working on that last glass. "A few Turns!" she carols. "A few Turns!
But he had his first spawn early. He got Ryi pregnant when *he* was
nineteen. Or mayhaps eighteen. So you're falling alllll behind,
already-ready-ready."

"DOn't encourage him! Kassima!" Aisling calls out, "If I'sai thinks its a
contest, he will redouble his efforts. or something!"

Leya grins at K'ran, "I can try to tell 'im. You wanna tell 'im too,
Kassi?" she call to under the table, only to see her peeking out. "Don't
know he'll listen though." She wave a hand at K'ran, "You'd better get busy
then. Talk to L'cher. He's got lots of experience."

"L'cher's got more'n *forty*," comes the blissful agreement from under the
table. "More show up every day. He just keeps spawning and spawning and
spawning, and y'know, Ais, I've got a *bet* on I'sai. For *eight*. Or more.
So shouldn't I encourage him? I'm certes nay going t'tell him t'stop
*until* he's got eight."

"Maybe we should go under the tables then, S'ris?" Talisha drawls slightly,
flopping about in his lap. "Cause Kassi doesn't wanta watch and I can't
walk." She peers at K'ran, then wags a finger at him. "Y'better hurry up
and get Tarlo in /that/ way then. If'n your to catch up with
I'sai-the-spawner."

K'ran's expression sours slightly, and he opens his eyes to better navigate
that shot of liquor to his mouth. "Indrath'll just have to start going up
more," he decides petulantly. Talisha gets a questioning look. "What way?"

S'ris grins a slightly drunken grin and starts squirming off the bench.
"You gotta move silly, I can't stand with you sitting on me. Table...right
under there, we can do that, now scoot! We gotta catch you up with that
I'sai guy."

"No no, not /me/ catching up with I'sai." Talisha protests as she starts
squirming herself beneath a table. "K'ran catching up with I'sai! He's got
t'spawn with Tarlo." she murmurs to S'ris. Head peeking out from beneath
that table, she waggles her brows at K'ran, "Get her in the pregnant way."
And then the head ducks under again.

Leya blinks at Talisha, then leans back over the table. "You'd better get
up here, Kassi or you're gonna see more than you want?" She then pushes
herself up to something resembling a sitting position. "Why does everyone
want to catch up to I'sai?" she asks petulently. "Everyone want to be
popping out babies all over the place?" She shakes her head.

"No Babies, Talisha." Aisling points out. "Just repeat that over and over.
No babies."

Kassima pokes her head out from under the table again. "You know how t'get
a woman pregnant, don't you?" she demands. "I *suppose* I can explain. But
you'd think after that flight... see, when a man and a woman love each
other very much, or are very drunk, or one thinks the other has a cute
rump--oh! Shards, Leya, why didn't you *say* so?" Excuse her while she
scrambles up to sit atop the table instead, before observing proudly, "I
have more spawn than him already. I do."

K'ran returns the now-empty shot glass to the table, and wrestles the last
one into his fingers. "I dunno that Tarlo would want that," he says, and
gives her a forlorn look -- until Kassima's words reach his ears. "I know
very well how to get a woman pregnant, thank you very much," he announces
indignantly. "You've spawned more than I'sai?"

S'ris whistles an innocently off key tune and slips under the table with
Tali. And promptly bangs his head against the table and his elbow against a
leg. "Shells and shards, I'm laying down," he announces, like they care to
hear it. "Come on Tali, gotta squeeze on top." Time for the running
play-by-play commentary.

Talisha pokes her head out from beneath the table again - to offer
oh-so-wisely to K'ran, "Just do it while she's sleeping?" and then the head
pops back under again. And just /what/ she might be doing is a mystery. Or
at least it would be if S'ris' wasn't so sharding noisy.

"Well, you don't have t'get all *indignant*," Kassi retorts, rather
indignant herself. "How should I know? And you *bet* I have. He has *four*
spawn, but I have *five* spawn. So I'm a better spawner even than the
Spawnmaster." Watch her preen at that, even while she shoots worried looks
at the table from under which the commentary ensues.

Leya stares at Kassi, "I did tell you!" She hmphs, then frowns. "You do?
How many /does/ I'sai have now?" She scratches her head, causing some of
her hair to come loose from her braid and fall into her face. "Are you
counting the babies that haven't been born too?"

Kassima swivels around on the table to stare at Leya--narrowly avoiding
falling off entirely; her coordination is no longer at its best. "*Babies*,
plural?"

The table jumps and creaks a few more times, usually followed by a swift
curse from S'ris. "The table jealous cause it isn't spawning with you now?"
Cause it's getting in his way, you see. You know how those inanimate
objects are.

"I *really* don't think she'd like *that*," K'ran snickers, his eyes once
again going to the slumbering goldrider. "He had two at once, once, though,
didn't he, and that's sort of cheating."

Aisling is so not watching the table, a drink. She needs a drink.

Marcus puts on a thick pair of gloves and mixes a noxious brew, handing the
roiling liquid to Aisling.

Talisha calls out, voice muffled beneath the table, "But if she's asleep,
she's doesn't hafta know." And then she comes squirming out, clutching at
her bikini shorts. "I'm down with trying t'spawn. Where is my little Talisi?"

Kassima decides that the best way to handle the table situation is to cover
her ears. Never mind that this makes other conversance difficult. "Twins,
aye," she says rather over-loudly, "but so did I, so I can't claim that's
cheating unless I want t'handicap me, too." Warily uncovering one ear, she
has to ask, "That was... quick, wasn't it?"

K'ran says, solemnly, to Kassima, "Drinker's droop." And he gestures
towards S'ris with the edge of his glass.

Leya scowls at Kassi, then sighs. "Is there only one? I don't remember. He
has too many kids and I can't keep track of who's born and who's still
pregnant anymore." She blows some hair up out of her eyes only to have it
settle back down right in the same place. She then blinks at K'ran.
"Cheating? But L'cher does more than one all the time. Men can do that.
It's harder for women."

S'ris comes crawling out with one hand rubbing his head. "I think the table
is jealous," he mutters, grimacing and still rubbing his head. "more than
one baby?"

Kassima blinks once. Twice. And then she falls onto her back on the table
with a whoop, holding her middle and laughing the wild, hysterical laughter
of the thoroughly inebriated and thoroughly amused. "Heeeeeeeee," is the
only immediate reply she can make to Leya. How helpful.

"S'ris where is Talisi?" Tali asks, peering around the bar and trying to
find her precious splinter child. "Meri told me to take care of her better
than Aisling." At that she tips a look over at Aisling, "Did you take my
splinter baby?"

"Table are very possesive of their space" Aisling notes before eying
Talisha. "I have not moved from this spot," SHe would probably fall if she
tried.

Leya stares at the table. "It doesn't look jealous. But maybe it's just
pretending not to be jealous." She nods very seriously. She then blinks
down at Kassi from where she's sitting beside on the table. "Kassi?" she
asks, quite confused about what the laughter is about.

K'ran's smile turns a bit smug -- he hadn't quite been expecting to break a
Wingleader, and so savors the moment to notch his mental belt. And throw
back that last shot.

S'ris comes up slowly, so only his eyes are level with the table top,
moving back and forth as the search. Then he jumps up. "Ah hah!" he shouts,
grabbing for the shotglass, and knocking it across the table and to the
floor where it breaks. "Nooo!"

Talisha just blinks down at Kassima, having just now noticed the hysterical
laughter. "Ahem. Are you laughing because I've lost my Talisi?" she asks.
Green eyes well up with tears, and she drops down to crouch next to the
shattered shotglass. "You killed the splinter." A glare is given S'ris.
"Save her with mouth-to-mouth." K'ran in the meantime is given a look of
her shoulder, and a sigh. "I wish I was wearing pink."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but impotence is *funny*," Kassi wheezes, and never
mind how many men would probably disagree with her. "I mean, *'tis*,
'tisn't it? Unless you're the guy, or the woman he's trying t'sleep with,
but as an innocent bystander... mayhaps 'tis the table's fault, t'be fair."
She rolls over to blink at Talisha, giggles subsiding into bemusement.
"Hey, don't cry. 'Twasn't laughing 'cause of your poor splinter, lass,
'twas laughing because... well, *K'ran* can explain. He knows all about
it." Which is, perhaps, an unfortunate choice of wording.

Unfortunate is right; K'ran turns a look of abject mortification on
Kassima. "I do *not*," he exclaims -- and just to salve his ego, struggles
to his feet and lurches back over to the bar. "One of those...
tunnelsnakes? Yes." His brow furrows. "And Talisha wants something pink,
Marcus. Make something pink for her."

S'ris acks and leans over, not even hearing the...untrue comment about his
activities. Anyways, he leans over, more like kissing the glass and
splinter then jump back and smacking into the table and holding his mouth.
"Owowowowowowow," he cries, carefully sticking out his tongue to peer down
crosseyed at it. "Iths stucth on mah tongueh," he mumbles while still
keeping his tongue out. "Saf 'er!"

As Marcus pours a delightfully /pink/ drink, Talisha gets up and wanders on
over to the bar - even if she does stumble all the way. "Oh it's okay
Kassima, even if you were 'cause S'ris is going to save her." She takes a
sip of her pink drink, then waves her glass about at K'ran. "Pink!"
obviously. Next, S'ris gets a look, and with fingers held together like
pincers, she reaches across to gently yank the splinter baby from his tongue.

"And then when you are done getting Talisha her pink drink. I wanna hear
all about it." Aisling persists.

Kassima snakes out her hand to nab someone's abandoned glass of Sea Spike
to sip at, quite contentedly. Her turn to make another mark on her side of
the mental tally sheet. "Mayhaps you do, and mayhaps you don't," she drawls
in the direction of the ceiling. "You don't have any spawn t'prove it,
d'you? Bet you don't. So there you are." A vaguely dreamy smile, still
sideways, is given Talisha. "Oh, good. Just so long as you don't cry. Drink
instead; 'tis more fun than crying."

Leya blinks at Kassi, obviously still not seeing what's funny. She shrugs,
then looks over at she hears S'ris smack his head into the table. Now
-that's- funny. She begins to giggle and only laughs even harder at his
comical attempt as talking without using his tongue. Once she's stopped
giggle quite so much she nods at Kassi, "Unless you're drinking and crying
at the same time. That's not much fun either."

S'ris holds his tongue like a little for a few seconds, then grabs the
nearest drink, which is smoking, and downs it in one gulp. Then comes the
wheezing cough-choke and him doubling over. "Here's...crib..." COugh cough,
choke, wheeze choke.

"All about what?" K'ran asks of Aisling, barely supporting himself against
the bar. And then he winces at Kassima's barb, and declares, while wagging
a finger her way, "You're just lucky Indrath didn't catch Lysseth."

"Ohhh but you would have been happy if he did." Talisha offers over to
Kassima with a drunk-addled smile. "Very." Now K'ran's little head can blow
up a bit bigger. She smiles in said bronzers direction, just before popping
her splinter child into S'ris' empty shot-glass. "Y'hafta stay here and
mind her forever 'n ever." She tells him. Aisling and Leya both get looks -
accompanied by a lop-sided smile.

"If'n you're impotent, I'd have t'agree with that," Kassi concurs, rolling
fully around so that she can blink rightside-up. "Having a flight where the
winner's rider can't perform *bites*. It bites wherries. And vtols. And
other things."

A long silence as Aisling stares at K'ran. "I forgot." She notes before
lapsing into silence.

S'ris hmpfhs quietly and craddles the glass with the splinter child and
goes to sulk in his seat. He gets a baby and K'ran gets the compliment.
Hmpfh hmpfh.

"But I'm not," K'ran protests, and pushes away from the bar with drink in
hand. He gestures vaguely with the glass, indicating both Tarlo and
Talisha. "Ask 'em."

Leya just sits on the pregnant table, watching the show with curious eyes.
Eyes which widen as she realizes something. "Kassi, he can't be impotent.
He got the table pregnant, remember?"

Kassima snorts loudly and shakes her head, hair now falling into her eyes.
"Uh-*uh*. They're drunk. They'd probably say the table's potent *too*."
Pause. "Only since the table got pregnant, I guess impotence isn't really
an *issue* as such...." Leya earns a blink. "He did? Wasn't that Talisha? I
thought that's where the splinter came from."

"I thought I got the table pregnant?" Tali asks, looking first at Leya and
then Kassima. "I didn't get it pregnant with K'ran, with S'ris. He's the
babies mother." She looks over at S'ris, then pads across to him, somehow
managing to wiggle herself into his lap.

Kaloei climbs up from the caves below.

K'ran plays his trump card. "Ask *Kichevio*," he declares, finally wobbling
his way back to his seat and all but collapsing into it.

Kaloei studies the wall with interest, reading.

It takes much wiggling, since S"ris is sulking and pouting like a bronzer,
and barely saving the shotglass and the splinter by setting it on the
table. Hmpfh. She thinks some wiggling will make it better.

Leya blinks, "She did? You did?" She frowns at Tali, "I thought you said he
didn't and that he did." She stares down at the table she's sitting on,
then at the table K'ran's sitting at. "Are both table pregnant?"

Kaloei manages to crawl up the ladder and lift her slender form into the
room above without -too- much indignity. She dusts herself off, as it were,
and blinks wide eyes in the dim glows.

Kassima argues, "I said *she* did, she said she didn't, only then she
confessed and I'm *still* nay drunk enough for this t'make sense." Which
is, at this point, saying quite a bit. "Wait a second, wait a second. You
got *Kichevio* *pregnant*?" Ouch. A little shrill, are we, Kassi? Certainly
oblivious to anything but her conversation. And it's not hard to guess why,
with her sprawled stomach-down on a table and surrounded by emptied glasses.

Talisha clutches her brilliantly /pink/ drink in one hand, and simply
continues trying to wiggle and squirm herself into S'ris' lap. "Aww..c'mon,
we have a splinter t'gether." She peers over at Leya, brows twitching up
and down. "No. The table already had it's baby. See?" She holds up the
shotglass-crib with little Talisi sleeping inside.

Well ... this is where the rider instructed to go ... Kaloei appears unsure
as she carefully slips between the tables, finding an empty resting perch
in which to reside, and watch the locality ... indulge itself.

S'ris isn't localty. He's just drunk. And sulking. "You said K'ran was
really good and didn't say nothing about me!" There, see, you can't insult
one bronzer like that. IF anything, insult them as a group so it's not
personal.

K'ran's circumstances do Kassima one better -- not only is he surrounded by
emptied glasses of various shapes and sizes, but there's a passed-out young
woman in the chair next to him. "I did not get Kichevio pregnant," he
clarifies. "But I did bed her, and since she is not drunk, she can vouch
that I'm not impotent."

Greylin isn't locality. She's the designated driver, as it were, sitting
off there by herself, away from the frivolity, twiddling her thumbs, feet
on a table, while she waits. In silence.

Leya sighs and just shakes her head. "I don't know." She lays down on the
table and folds her hand over her stomach. She winces a little at Kassi's
shill questioning of K'ran, but she's too drunk to let it disturb her too
much. Oh, and she's not locality either. She came with the Insane Telgar
Contigent.

"He can't be impotent." Talisha declares. Or rather states, since she's not
really declaring much at all. "Because he..just can't be." she wiggles back
a little more to kiss S'ris on his neck. "Oh don't worry, your not impotent
either. If'n you were we couldn't have had a splinter together."

"But she isn't here, so you could be making that up and I'd nay know,"
Kassi points out, her voice lowering back to its usual, more comfortable
tones. "Besides, how long ago was it? You might've become impotent
*since*." She's definitely too pale to be locality. But indulgent, now,
that fits. "I've never heard of an impotent rider as such, but there must
be some. I mean, surely."

"Maybe there is a drug that you could give 'em" Aisling asks. "Might work
for L'cher."

S'ris still hmpfhs. That didn't do anything assuage his hurt bronzer ego.
"Not impotent, but not good appearently," he mutters in that oh so pouty
tone as he rests his chin to his chest. Poor widdle guy. "splinter is here,
takin' care of 'em. Good Talisi." SHe won't insult him. Then again, it's a
sliver of wood.

K'ran is probably not locality either, but much more liquor and he might
well become scenery. Or a side show. "It was before we were Searched," he
admits, ruefully. "But I haven't become impotent since, even if you don't
believe Talisha and Tarlo's too asleep to answer." Disgruntled, he takes a
long gulp from his glass.

Kassima decides, turning back over onto her back and absently tapping the
toes of her sandals together, "You get Talisha pregnant and I'll believe
you. Or Tarlo. Otherwise, I'll have t'refer t'you as Impotence Guy all your
life, I guess, and that sounds awfully tedious, so I hope you're *nay* just
t'spare the tedium." Yeah, that made sense. She rewards herself with a
drink. "L'cher's unfortunately far, faaaar from impotent, Ais. Nay that I
*know*, but his kids, they look just like him, y'know?"

Kaloei covers her gaping mouth with one hand, disguising her amused shock
at the content of the discussions taking place in a greasy muddle all
around her. Such ribald topics! There -has- to be something more mild than
what -these- folk are imbibing, somewhere ...

"Your good to S'ris." Talisha allows, "And K'ran isn't impotent." She
wiggles her fingers over at the semi-newcomer, then wiggles back out of
S'ris lap. "I think I might needta go for a swim." She decides, looking
pointedly at S'ris. "Whaaaaat?" Gaping widely at Kassi, she then turns that
same look on K'ran. Only with her mouth shut. "he can't spawn with me
a'course M'rgan will get in a tiss."

"A tiss is putting it mildly," Aisling notes before she begins to totter
towards the ladder.

Leya just smiles up at the ceiling, her eyes slowly drooping downwards. She
does blink, but the blinks keep getting farther apart. "L'cher's kids...are
scary," she mumbles. She sighs deeply, then her eyes sink closed and this
time they don't blink open again.

Kaloei sits up straight as a pin, blushing as someone - namely Talisha -
actually takes notice of her presence. So much for the presumption that
weyrfolk <as they all seem to be, in her perspective> into the dregs of
their cups cannot ascertain the world about them. "A good thing," her
gentle muse is muttered to herself, "if they have to fight Thread."

Aisling climbs down the crude ladder.

S'ris comes bumbling along like a good little bronze---like a man. Yes, big
manly bronzer man. Proud and buff and stumbling over a chair leg. Oops.
Then he shouts and turns around to fly back to the table. "ALmost forgot
Talisi!" That precious splinter in a shotglass. "I can spawn with her, he
can't get me," he says to the entire room as he starts for the exit again.
"Who's M'gran anyways?" Not that he cares. The newcomer gets a passing
drunken grin as he follows Talisha.

Telgar Weyr> Leya waves, "G'night all!"

Telgar Weyr> Aisling follows after.

Crestfallen, K'ran drinks, and drinks again, draining whatever's left in
that metal goblet of his. "I don't want to get Talisha into trouble with
M'rgan," he mutters. "And Tarlo keeps taking her herbs." He gives the
slumbering goldrider a disconsolate look -- and then his gaze wanders over
to Kaloei. "How about her?" he asks of Kassima.

Kassima agrees, almost blissfully, "He'd have *bovines*...." Why this would
be a cause for bliss, Faranth alone knows. "M'rgan's her Wingleader, and
he's a strange, strange man who doesn't like his greenriders t'spawn, which
is really odd if'n you ask *me*." This does get her to notice the newcomer,
if only after a few mazed blinks. "Oh, heyla," she greets in surprise. "You
slept with K'ran too? Shardit, K'ran, you've been busy."

Kaloei was cautiously rising from her seat, purporting a quick getaway-
Shards! Her face contracts momentarily into a rictus of guilt and humorous
fear, as she is fingered out by some strange rider. What -about- her? Her
expression seems to say. "Spawning, my foot," the woman rolls her eyes
surreptitiously. "And with what? Who, now?" her voice rises in pitch to
carry to Kassima. "Never heard of the lout." My, that was bold, even for her.

Kaloei fails to realize Kassima was speaking of the man who fingered her
out of the thinning crowd.

"Not *yet*," K'ran answers, wrinkling his nose slightly. Then, "Lout? Me?
You don't even know me. It usually takes people days to decide I'm a lout."

Kassima points. Or tries. It takes her a moment or two to figure out where
K'ran is in order to point accurately. "Him, him. He's suggesting you can
give testimony that he's nay impotent, so naturally I *assumed*... help me
out here, Talisha. Isn't that reasonable, that assumption?"

"Well, I've certainly seen enough of your antics to decide now!" Kaloei
saucily replies back, her gaze warm with unuttered laughter and indignation
both for this pompous peacock of a man- well, just a man, actually. As if
this is anything unusual for one. "I suppose he looks impotent enough," her
bland reply is carried over to Kassima. "Is that what you wanted?" Touche'.

"Uhm. Yes?" Talisha says, in response to Kassi, even if she is stumbling
her way toward the exit. "Don't leave Talisi behind." she tells S'ris,
grinning widely as he runs back to get 'her'. "Oh. Spawn with her K'ran.
She's rather pretty." And then a snort at the outburst. "Well, mebbe not
quite so much /now/."

K'ran's eyes very nearly cross, here. "That's not what I said at all," he
scolds -- as if he could really be sure about anything he's said. And then
adopts a vaguely wounded look at Kaloei.

Kaloei begins a tremulous smile towards Talisha - one that quickly melts
away to the stifled laughter she attempted to supress, which now bubbles
forth in silvery bursts at the words of the other woman. "It seems you have
some issues, my friend," she teases back to K'ran, using her hands to speak
as much of her mouth, in a flippant wave and a toss.

S'ris wisely keeps out of the conversation. He wants nothing to do with
proving K'ran's non-impotence. No no no. "Swimming?" he reminds Tali as he
eyes the ladder. "Uhmm....they need stairs."

"See?" Kassima crows, triumphant. "See? I'm right again, aren't I? This
calls for a drink. Another drink. What haven't I drunk yet?" She waves
cheerfully after the departing pair, calling a bright if heavily-accented,
"G'night, g'night, g'night, Talisha! G'night, bronzer I don't know!
G'night, splinter-spawn! G'night!"

Oh, -my-. Someone needs to be cut off from that bottle!

Greylin climbs down the crude ladder.

"G'night Kassima!" Talisha calls back cheerily, half the pink drink still
left in her glass. "C'mon S'ris you big lump of...person." She snorts at
herself, fingers a-wiggling quickly at K'ran. "Spawn with me soon so you
can beat I'sai!" she calls, just as her head ducks down and out of view.

Talisha climbs down the crude ladder.

Kaloei tosses a wondering glance at the barkeep. Isn't it time for him to
perform his duty, and keep someone away from the libations she's been
drowning herself in, it seems, all evening? "At least the woman is
amiable," her mutter is puntuated with another quick wave of her slender
hands.

S'ris does a much stumbling climb down. With tossing an off-balance wave to
the others.

S'ris climbs down the crude ladder.

"I *know*," K'ran agrees, trying on a small smile drawn wider by
drunkenness. "For starters, I'm too soused to get another drink -- Marcus?"
A plaintive request for the poor man cornered behind the bar. "Marcus?
Another one of those mud-colored things. And then, my Tarlo's fallen
asleep, and Talisha's leaving with that Istan, and Kassima thinks I'm
impotent when I'm not." Well, at least he can retain some humor as he
enumerates all his problems.

Kassima, as she receives her latest installment of drink--a mild Green
Dragon this time; she's at least slowing down now--marvels, "Compared to
that, I don't have any problems at all. I'm just drunk. And I suppose I'm
impotent because I'm nay a guy, but because I'm nay a guy, it doesn't need
t'bother me, does it?"

How, in the name of the First Egg, is one supposed to countermand -that-
logic? This Kassima woman, and her rider companion K'ran, would perhaps
make a fine match. Instead, Kaloei simply smiles and nods towards
she-with-a-green-drink, smiles and nods, much like one does with a
doddering old auntie.

K'ran takes a moment to eye Kassima, as if impressed by this bit of
meandering reasoning -- but then suggests, "You could be frigid. That would
be bothersome." A pause, and then a question, to test this theory: "How
long since you've spawned?"

Kaloei again chokes off her laughter, managing to swallow most of her humor
in the glass of cool water the barkeep has provided. This is far more
entertaining than any old tale a Harper could spin! Truth -is- stranger
than fiction.

One isn't, of course. That's the beauty and the art of the famed
Greenlogic. "I *am* frigid," Kassi cheerily confesses without any
hesitation at all. A sip of the drink, but no hesitation. "Or something
quite, quite like. The twins are... oh, let me think." Great. This'll take
awhile. "Three Turns," she eventually supplies. "Eight months. Or seven. Or
nine. I find it oddly hard t'count, for some reason."

Kaloei can well imagine, hard to count, indeed. This poor lass is even more
in need of companionship than -she- is. Well ... the muse of drunken
debauchery appears to be hard at work this eve, for it would not take much
more effort to see where this thread could progress, between Kassima and
K'ran. And she, Kaloei, shant stand in the way of it either. A restful
cushioned seat is a welcome place, after her long day.

"Three Turns and more since you've spawned," K'ran muses, "and *I'm* the
one with problems. But, then, you're *already* ahead of I'sai..." He trails
off, reason penetrating through the haze of liquor. "Wait. You've one more
than him, but how many Turns? Five, ten? He could catch up to you, and then
where'd you be?"

... unless the game is to see how long one can go without ... spawning.
Kaloei shudders a little at this rather cold, speculative name for the
action. And this proposition, if she presumes correctly, is even more
interesting than its former guess.

Kassima defends, crinkling her nose, "I don't have *problems*. See, I don't
go around bedding people, and I'm still a better spawner than Is. That has
t'be saying something." Precisely what is what will remain a mystery,
buried in the labyrinth of liquored logic. "Over ten," she allows
grudgingly. "And thankee for *reminding* me. That's nay a problem, though,
is it? Because I'm nay in competition with Is. I can preen at being better
*now*, but he'll beat me in the end. All those *flights*." She doesn't seem
to be aware of being the evening's entertainment for Kaloei, but, let's
face it, she's barely aware of anything beyond the drink in her hand at
this point.

K'ran's expression sours once again, this time as he fumbles for the drink
obligingly delivered by poor Marcus. "And all his are from flights, aren't
they," he muses. "Since he's not exactly spawning littles with M'kon."

Kaloei is entertained not in a patronizing manner, but more of a
fascinating glimpse into a mirror of Kassima and K'ran's psyche. One she
would probably never have the privelege of seeing. And, drunk as they both
are, Kaloei feels she has nothing pertinent, or even meaningful, to add to
the conversation that appears to be slipping further into private feelings
and thoughts. If this progresses, she will surely depart quietly, and give
the pair their privacy to stew in whatever memories they exorcise from
dusty, forgotten corners of their minds.

Kassima brings the arm not attached to the drink-holding hand up to rest
behind her head, serving as a pillow of sorts and making it a bit easier to
drink. "Ysaira, flight," she confirms. "Iskia and Isakan... flight. Lanisa,
flight. Alessi's unborn spawn, flight. Almost scary, isn't it?" Not
precisely a private terror, but hey, she's glad to share it anyway.

K'ran exhales a quiet breath and runs a hand clumsily back through his
hair. "S'pose I'll just have to take things as they come," he decides --
the prospect of fathering five children without really intending to perhaps
seeming a bit daunting. His gaze drifts over towards Kaloei, then, and as
he struggles to focus, he adopts a vague smile, pleasant through its
inebriation. "So did you hear we were about, and come up here on a dare?"

"Only way t'go about it," Kassi agrees, setting down the emptied glass.
"'Twould be even weirder if'n 'twere a woman and kept spawning by accident.
*Trust* me." She slews green eyes slowly towards Kaloei to attend her
answer, managing to focus on her after a blink or two.

Kaloei gives another warm laugh, setting down her drink. "Nay, it twas
willingly, and through my own curiosity," she admits easily to K'ran with a
soft smile, somewhat shy. "Are you lot something to be feared, that I
should regret entering?"

K'ran points over in Kassima's direction, though ends up shifting his
finger's aim in order to target the greenrider. "*She* is," he confides.
"Claws and knives and wherry-heads and such. I'm harmless."

Kassima confirms, gravely, "We are evil, horrible, wicked, malicious,
terrifying forces of the night, who have come t'drink up all the liquor and
leave the good people of South Boll without a drop. And, aye, there's the
claws and knives and such too, but don't listen t'that harmless twaddle.
He's nay harmless. Impotent men are never harmless. They're always trying
t'work out their frustration through aggression and such--I heard that,"
she adds proudly, "from a Mindhealer."

Telgar Weyr> K'ran snickers at Kassima. And sometimes a cigar is just a
cigar. :)

Telgar Weyr> J'lyn says, "Tell that to Monica Lewinsky."

Telgar Weyr> J'lyn meeps! BAD me!

Telgar Weyr> Kassima says, "I know that, but tell that to--well, I was
going to say F'reud, but that's an even better example. ;)"

Telgar Weyr> J'lyn says, "Kassi, you took that poor boy to the Lava
Lounge?? The SPAWNING grounds?!?"

Telgar Weyr> Talisha peers. What's happening over there that I'm missing? :)

Telgar Weyr> K'ran says, "Actually it was my idea to come here. :)"

Telgar Weyr> J'lyn psssts at Kassi. He wants ya...

Telgar Weyr> Kassima noddles, it was his idea! And a bunch of other people
came too, so it's safe enough, though Talisha did get a table pregnant. ;)
Oh, Kassi's explaining that K'ran's not harmless because his impotence
makes him inclined to work out his frustration through aggression. ;)

Telgar Weyr> Talisha just dies laughing.

An amused snort escapes the plastered bronzer. "But I only brought one of
my knives with me tonight," K'ran chuckles -- and then unsheathes the
dagger, and tosses it casually onto the table in front of him. "And, see,
I'll give that up, and I'm too far gone to actually hurt anyone anyways."

Telgar Weyr> K'ran says, "It's my cross to bear that while once in a blue
moon I can come up with a good zinger, mostly I'm just a marvelous
straight-man. :)"

Telgar Weyr> J'lyn says, "You have no idea how straight."

Telgar Weyr> K'ran says, "Unk, Tantor."

Telgar Weyr> J'lyn ba-dump-CHAS!

"Only one. That's nay wise," Kassi points out--only to relent, "Though I've
only the one *here* m'self; the rest are down with m'normal clothing.
Anyway, whether you regret entering's up t'you. You did miss seeing someone
impregnate a table. That's something t'regret."

Telgar Weyr> Kassima grins. :) I would make, I suspect, a terrible straight
man. I usually picture myself as being more like Crow from MST3K. ;)

Telgar Weyr> J'lyn is Tom Servo to Kassi's Crow.

Telgar Weyr> K'ran will be 'Gamera versus Gueron', and you both can mock me
mercilessly, and sing the Gamera song.

Telgar Weyr> Kassima awwws, not Pumaman?

Telgar Weyr> J'lyn giggles. To the Weenie-mobile!

Telgar Weyr> Kassima says, "This is a job for Weenie-Man! ;) Did I ever
share that URL of the site with all the MST3K .wavs, Jal? I need to reload
a bunch of those...."

Telgar Weyr> K'ran says, "Ooo. Must... have... URL."

Telgar Weyr> J'lyn nodnods.

Telgar Weyr> Kassima says,
"http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Hollow/1814/sound.html :)"

Telgar Weyr> Kassima loves these things. Though they're missing a couple of
my favorite zingers.

Telgar Weyr> K'ran says, "Oh my God. They have a midi of Torgo's theme."

Kaloei simply sighs, and chuckles, and shakes her head. She feels the need
to ... well, not exactly certain, but knowing that its her time to leave.
And that is enough for the woman. Bidding a gentle and quiet good evening,
she makes her silent departure down the ladder, wondering if she'll be
fortunate enough to meet these folk when they are -not- so far gone into
the dregs of drunkenness.

Telgar Weyr> Kassima snickers all over again at 'Captain's Log: I've lost
my toupee and girdle, and... I can't leave my room.'

Kaloei climbs down the crude ladder.

Telgar Weyr> Kassima says, "Oh, here's an appropriate one. Servo: "I don't
know how, but I just became sterile." ;)"

Telgar Weyr> Talisha snickers...

K'ran breathes a quiet sigh as Kaloei comes to her senses and escapes while
escape is still possible, and tosses back what's left in his cup. "I should
stop," he asserts. "Stop now and try to pour Tarlo onto Cariath's back. Or
pour both of us onto the beach and have the dragons wake us up before dawn."

"Wise girl," Kassi observes of Kaloei as she leaves. And, "Wise thought.
'Twould probably either ask Indrath t'carry you both home or sleep it out
if'n 'twere you. The advantage t'going home being that you'd have swifter
access to the hangover remedies, which I'm going t'guess you'll need."

K'ran rakes a hand back through his hair and squeezes his eyes shut for a
few moments, as if attempting to will his world back towards sobriety.
"Maybe," he admits. "Never hits me very hard, but maybe this time. You
going to stay a while longer?"

Kassima considers the mess of glasses with squinting eyes, still nothing
close to sober, but accustomed enough to drunkenness that some
thought-patterns remain possible. "Mayhaps t'help Marcus clean up a bit,
but nay longer'n that. 'Tis already going t'take all the remedies I know of
t'get me thinking straight for drills, and at that I'll likely need t'delay
'em a couple of hours."

K'ran gives the greenrider a wordless nod, and then pushes himself to his
feet. Task the first is to retrieve that knife and sheathe it without
losing fingers in the process. Task the second? Urge the unconscious
goldrider to mobility and stagger with her towards the ladder. "G'night,
Kassima," he calls over his shoulder.

"G'night, K'ran," Kassi calls back as she sets to her own teetering tasks.
"Clear skies and all that bother, too."

Telgar Weyr> K'ran heads out. G'night, Telgar.

Telgar Weyr> Kassima wearily heads off, too, now that she's fulfilled her
personal tradition of being the last one standing at the bar. ;)

Telgar Weyr> Talisha grins. Bye Kassi :)