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Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Jan 23, 2016 18:08:42 GMT
Wern seemed to have reached the pinnacle of discomfort right then. He was flustered, shrinking in his own seat, looking at her and hearing out with shaking fingers as if she was his last pole of salvation. Poor thing, Edelweiss felt for him. He surely didn't seem fit for this type of social interaction... and being frank dealing with drunken strangers rarely amused her much either, although she had long learned to disguise it well and remain in her own element.
Finishing her drink before setting the empty glass back on the table with a soft tink (she was not going to risk spilling red liquid all over herself due to a tipsy dancing lady), the redhead woman's gaze met Lasair's and she gave him a subtle nod. They had to at least try make it more bearable to Wern. In Lasair's case, it meant challenging the chatty girl to join her friend dancing atop the table, and as for herself it meant... "Sorry, ladies, but this one already has company." She took Wern's shaky hand and slipped him out of reach for the lady who'd been using him as cushion (or out of her butt's reach at least). "Care for a dance, good sir?" She asked with a hint of a sympathetic smile. It's alright if he doesn't know how to dance, even. She could take the lead, and Wern would be left alone as long as he's kept busy with it. Besides, at least she's fully dressed - and not going to flirt with him.
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
When beckoned, the woman turned to Lasair, listening to the words and nodding at random intervals. She could dance. She could probably dance better. But did she want to dance? Though if the woman joined, that would be nice. Nice red hair to run fingers through. Yeah. Even the guy. Nice. “Oh, yes. I want to dance with you, Miss Red locks.” The woman slurred, extending a hand across the table but the hand disappeared. The woman disappeared. How did that happen? Then, the cushion disappeared. So many things disappeared. And the woman tottered forward, not hard, but enough for her to try to scramble onto the table.
“I wanna dance.” She slurred again, practically using Lasair as a crutch to get onto the table to at last join her companion. Yep. Warmth and dance. She liked this. Wern on the other hand was taken aback. His hand was taken by Edelweiss’, and he was whisked away. It may have just been the alcohol, but the hand was so soft. And the lights, they made Edelweiss even prettier then he remembered. And she asked him to dance? Maybe the alcohol was really affecting him. He had to be hallucinating. No women, especially no women like Edelweiss would ask him to dance. But red flooded his cheeks, nonetheless at the thought. Did she really want to dance with him? Or was it just a ploy? She had been able to save him, as he had begged. But still. He didn’t want to force her.
“Um. I mean, I don’t know how to dance. I’ll just trouble you.” He stated, fidgeting. Cogs, he hoped he wasn’t sweating too much. He hoped his hands weren’t clammy. Oh god. If she was going to dance with anyone, it should have been Lasair. Part of him wanted to bury his face with his hands but one was already occupied- the other took refuge on the back of his neck as he winced, playing a weak half smile across his lips. This was so awkward. He was being awkward. Oh cogs.
What is important to me is the experience of making. I leave all my work outside and often return to watch it decay.- Andy Goldsworthy
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Jan 25, 2016 7:02:15 GMT
While his plan to try and free Wern hadn’t gone perfectly, Edelweiss’s did. So while she whisked him away to the (relative) safety of the dance floor, Lasair was left at the table with two dancing ladies atop it, both of which were on the verge of falling over at any moment given their level of intoxication.
Yeah. Lasair didn’t want to stick around for when that happened. So instead, he tapped a lonely looking gentleman on the shoulder and pointed at the girls, “All yours if you can get them off the table,” before walking off to find a new place to sit. Of course, the man was all too happy to try and start coaxing the ladies off the table.
At the opposite wall was where Lasair found a new table. Once it was claimed as his own, he waved towards Edelweiss and Wern in an attempt to let them know he moved. They probably couldn’t see him from the crowd, but he tried. After that, he sat down and called the waitress over, ordered another drink, and then sat back and waited to see what the other two would do next.
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Jan 26, 2016 6:28:16 GMT
"That's quite alright. It won't a first for me to get a first-timer as my partner, and this place isn't one where you'd have to worry whether or not you're a great dancer." Take those drunken women dancing atop the table for example. This place was far too noisy and casual for his lack of refinement at dancing to be a concern, and besides, she was still the leader of the entertainers guild. It'd not be the first time she'd had to teach someone some basic steps. Wern could be awkward as much as he wants, and Edelweiss wouldn't mind it.
"I doubt anyone will harass you at the dance floor, and if you stumble I'll just make sure to keep my feet out of yours' way. Deal?" She asked with a light chuckle and then gestured quickly to the table where they'd been at just a moment before, and where now an unknown gent was trying to convince those ladies to get down from. "Besides, it seems like Lasair decided it'd be for the best to change seats. I can't see him from here, but with some twirling around we should find him again in a few minutes."
Listening loosely, Wern nodded, looking at the other bodies. Many to and fro-ed back and forth, dancing in a merry circle. He on the other hand, stood awkwardly by Edelweiss’ side, like a cow next to a milkmaiden. Oh geez, more like a royal ambassador next to a cow, to be exact. She seemed more royal then maiden, but not necessarily a princess. Oh geez. At the thought, he cowered away, holding up his hand as if it was an attempt to hide himself from the other.
“A-Alright.” He stammered, retracting his hand to- to-to do what exactly? Grip Edelweiss’ waist? Her hand? What was he supposed to do? Flustered, he looked around but again, that was a mistake as people approached each movement with their own twist, many seeking to make that twist with some sort of vulgar movement. Yet with the mention of Lasair, Wern looked around, unsure of what she was referring to, then realizing, indeed, the red headed man had disappeared. But twirling? There was twirling involved? Oh goodness. “Um, I, uh, don’t know, uh what to do. I uh, haven’t really danced, especially with uh, well.” A Beautiful girl? He did once with Abigail, but that had landed him stumbling into a table spilling drinks and lord knows what. It was a great laugh, but thinking back on the thought, maybe she had been laughing more at him rather then the circumstance after all. Either way, it hadn’t ended well, and probably, neither would this.
What is important to me is the experience of making. I leave all my work outside and often return to watch it decay.- Andy Goldsworthy
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Jan 27, 2016 19:48:04 GMT
'I never really danced with, uh, well.' How was she supposed to take that? Maybe he was implying she's pretty (which was sweet). Maybe he was still mistaking her for a guy (which was common). Maybe he knew she's Ander (which is dangerous). There were too many options to make an assumption, and in the lack of surety if it was a compliment or an insult she decided she'd see it as a neutral comment unless further clarified.
Edelweiss would have, in fact, chuckled if could have heard Wern's previous thoughts that if she was going to dance with anyone it should have been with Lasair. She could remember quite clearly another time she'd been at a bar with the redhead man, albeit a cleaner and quieter place than this one, and his response to that had not been too different from Wern's own: "Dancing isn't on my list of talents." Seemed like a lot of guys nowadays need to work more on their selfsteem...
"It's not too hard. I'll try to go slow if the music allows, and there are some basic things that apply to most dances." She glanced at the other dancers around, then looked back at Wern. That surely was no waltz, more like a... funny popular mishmash of tango and salsa, maybe. This was a crowded bar at the docks, alright, there was no need for Wern to worry about being all fancy and refined in his steps. For a beginner, this was a good place. "Keep a hand in mine, and your other hand on my waist. My free hand goes on your arm. Then, just pay attention to our feet: when I put a foot forward your foot steps back and vice-versa, and I'll lead you when we need to go left or right or do anything else." Now they just had to move around until they can find wherever Lasair moved to.
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Hand in hand. Wern understood that. But a hand on her waist? “Ma’am, um. I don’t know if I can. I’m uh.” A blush crossed his features, unsure of — waist. Okay. Above hip. But what was that too low, or what was that too high? He didn’t want to be rude. But um. Dancing required physical contact. And well. He didn’t know if he wanted to be that close. He didn’t even like being that close with Abigail, but then, she did— Wern withdrew his hand from Edelweiss. Held it softly. “Um, we can look for Lasair- or um.” He looked away, as if to search for said man, but that, that was an excuse, an excuse to look away, to push the memories away. “I can get him. He surely has danced before. Um, he would be much better suited then I. I-I um. Sorry. I just. I think the alcohol has gotten to me.” Indeed, he felt hotter. Flushed even. “Your just, um. I’m just. I’m too.” He looked her up and down, her slender frame, her beauty, her everything, and he was, he was too, too— too what? Timid? Shy? Scared?
“I’m just too big.” He blurted out, not exactly what he wanted to say, but well, he said it, and perhaps too loudly. A couple, too close, looked to him, brow raised, and he cringed, stepping away. Oh no. “I’m sorry.” He repeated, turning way to push himself through the crowd to Lasair, and when he did finally found the man, he leaned against the table, running a hand through his hair. “I messed up— I, I should go.” He staggered, looking for some money- for the drinks of course. For all of theirs. How much should he leave? Oh no.
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Jan 29, 2016 7:11:42 GMT
Waist, that single safe spot between a lady's bosom and rear, and apparently something Wern had a strict phobia of. For some reason. Edelweiss didn't manage to fathom that reason just by looking at him. "Lasair doesn't dance." She replied with a soft chuckle and shook her head. "He says it 'isn't one of his talents', though I can't judge whether he's as bad as that implies since I've never actually seen him try dancing before."
Wern had started a rather broken ramble and was looking really flustered, she didn't know if due to the alcohol or sheer embarrassment. Really, that wasn't necessary... "Wern, you can--" She started, but was interrupted as he blurted out a somewhat strange (excuse?) thing about being too big and caught an odd look from a couple dancers nearby. Well, the place was noisy overall, and not counting the people nearby it's not like Wern would be a real case of deer in the highlights there. He just looked so absurdly uncomfortable in his own skin right now, and the redhead woman was almost feeling like patting his head with how he was looking so much like an embarrassed boy walking without his parents for the first time. She settled with just giving him a comforting smile though and didn't touch him again. "Wern. You can calm down." She tried again. "First of all, dancing was just the first option I thought of to take you away from that table since you seemed so uncomfortable with those girls. I'm not flirting with you - but even then, no, you're not too big." She finished saying, hoping he'd at least look back at her instead of fussing with his own hand.
"We do have to find Lasair though, it's crowded here." And well, they do say birds of a feather flock together, it's fine for Wern to not dance too. They better start circing the dance floor already though, since they'd not be joining the people following the music there just walking through the floor would be awkward... Oh there he was, Wern found him. And then was instantly fussing with his own wallet. Sigh. "Are you alright--" Wait, messed up? "Messed up how?"
She had found him too quickly. Had found them too quickly. “I wasn’t flirting. I didn’t think you were flirting. I, I’m sorry. I’m not fun. I-all I have been is a bother. I want to dance, yes. I just.” He stopped for a moment, finding change, but how much was too much? How much was everything? But that wasn’t why he stopped. No, that wasn’t it. Lowering his head, Wern shrugged, but it was a broken gesture. He knew how. He just, they just, he didn’t know. “I… I’m sorry. I’m just not good. Not good with a lot of people, or um, strangers. I was dumb to think that… I could change. I messed up. I’m sorry, I, uh, should leave. I’m sorry, again for today.” Putting the few coins down, he hoped it was enough and turned to head to the door.
What is important to me is the experience of making. I leave all my work outside and often return to watch it decay.- Andy Goldsworthy
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Jan 31, 2016 18:22:15 GMT
".... Wern." She reached out to hold his shoulder for a second as he turned away - mostly just placing her hand on it to call his attention, he could easily get away from her grip by just stepping once in any direction. "If we made you uncomfortable, I'm sorry, and you're free to leave if you want to. No hard feelings. But I think you're an ok person, and don't really see any need for you to apologise."
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Feb 1, 2016 0:29:23 GMT
He smiled and Edelweiss and Wern made their way over to him, but the smile faded as a sort of disagreement formed between the two of them. At least from Wern’s perspective it seemed like a disagreement. From Edel’s side, it was more like she was trying to soothe the conflicted man. Lasair wanted to speak up, to offer words, but they both spoke so fast that he really didn’t get the chance to.
At least, not until Wern turned to leave. That was when Lasair stood up, reaching to grabbed his shoulder for a moment. But Edelweiss beat him to it, offering her own nice words. But that wouldn’t stop him. He took a few steps and reached for Wern’s other shoulder then, grabbing the man’s attention again. “Hey,” he said gently. “Thank you for coming. It was nice meeting you and sharing the company.” With another gentle smile, he released Wern’s shoulder then, allowing the man to continue leaving if he still wanted to.
Staring up into ruby orbs, Wern bit his lip. This anguish inside of him, this sadness. He wanted to drown it all. To put it all away. Maybe this was the right place for him. A place to let him forget what plucked at his mind, at his heart. He didn’t step away from the hand. Instead, he seemed to calm. Until another hand was placed on his shoulder. Wern turned to Lasair, and he frowned. Oh. Yes. It seemed like he should go. It seemed… Lasair wanted him to leave? He, he couldn’t tell. But his words. Wern darkened, and looked between the two. He wasn’t sure what he should do. Should he stay, or should he go? Biting his lip, he lowered his head.
“You didn’t make me uncomfortable.” Clutching onto his bag, he nearly forgot about Goya, and how silent they had become. Or maybe the orb wasn’t silent at all, and Wern had just been ingoring them? Wern couldn’t tell, nor did he really care at that moment. “I’m sorry again. I don’t mean to leave on a bad note. I’m just.” Looking around, he grimaced some at how many people there were. So much more then the tavern’s at home, generally empty, and if not, they were always filled with people he knew. Here, here he barely knew anyone. “I’m sorry.” He stated. That’s all that he could ever say. Ever do. Apologize. And now, his chance at being sociable? Gone. Stepping forward, he nodded to the two, offering a slight smile. “It was nice getting to know you both, for the brief time. I hope to see you again.” He smiled, but it was a forced gesture, weariness, tugging at his eyes.
What is important to me is the experience of making. I leave all my work outside and often return to watch it decay.- Andy Goldsworthy
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Feb 4, 2016 0:59:20 GMT
"Hope to see you again as well." Edelweiss replied with a nod, and a relieved smile grew on her lips as Wern seemed to relax again - though it didn't long for him to fractionally tense up again. "Overall, we're not the kind hard to find." Herself more than Lasair, since her public job made it so most of her workers (and anyone who asks them of her whereabouts) could find her easily during daylight hours if needed be. And besides... "And feel free to pass by my District and say hello whenever you want." both new customers and friends were always appreciated.
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Feb 4, 2016 6:28:48 GMT
“Take care, Wern,” Lasair said, watching the other go. Yes, he was sure that rest was what Wern needed right now. Rest and a chance to relive the events and come to terms with them. Lasair was familiar with the type.
With the man gone, he turned back to Edelweiss. “I should probably take off as well. It was a pleasure sharing your company, mad’am,” he said taking a bow to her and smiling. “Until we meet again.” Turning, he went to leave as well.
"All you need is love." -John Lennon
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