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Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Jul 25, 2016 6:04:34 GMT
Open to Maeve Blodeuwedd Drinking was something Lasair rarely did since Castamere. It had been so long in fact that he was actually fearful that he couldn’t drink as well as he used to. There was a time that he boasted his ability to drink anyone in the bar under the table. Now, he wasn’t sure he could get through two drinks without feelings tipsy. But since it was a quite night in the guild, and also in the city, he decided to go out and try his hand at socializing again. At least, that was the plan when he entered the bar at the start of their happy hour. But as the second empty glass rested on the table, he didn’t much feel like doing anything other than sitting there, staring at the walls, listening to the other people converse around him.
Post by Maeve Blodeuwedd on Jul 25, 2016 6:39:40 GMT
Well I'll be damned... she thought, eyeing the firey redhead at the bar. If that wasn't just mr. hotshot from the heist. Leading little Clairee around on a string. Maeve pushed some stranger off the stool beside prettyboy and sat down.
"Are we enjoying ourselves?" She asked dryly. The bartender looked at her funny, as if she wasn't supposed to be drinking on the job. She pointed at the booze behind the bar and then at the bare counter between her elbows. Two or three times she repeated the gesture till he rolled his eyes and poured her a shot. "Bottom up," she said - tossing it back, then dropping the empty glass on the counter in front of Lasair.
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Jul 25, 2016 7:49:50 GMT
Under normal circumstances, if he pissed of a woman he would remember her, and remember her well so he knew to avoid her every time he saw her in the future. But as this woman came up, shoved a seat open, and took a shot next to him, Lasair found himself drawing a blank as to where he had ever encountered this woman before, save for the time they worked together within the palace. But it was obvious that she had some sort of beef to pick with him. And the events at the palace certainly hadn't led to that.
He motioned for the bartender to refill the glass she had just donated to him and when it contained with whatever drink she had taken, he picked it up and drank it, placing it back in front of her. “It got a lot more interesting when you showed up,” he said with the raise of an eyebrow.
Post by Maeve Blodeuwedd on Jul 25, 2016 8:06:34 GMT
"I have that effect on people," She said sarcastically. She picked up the shotglass, whirling it between her fingertips, debating if and when she should use it as a prop against him and if so then how. The bar tender must have noticed because he plucked it out of her hand and gave her a look. She sighed. No one let her have any fun these days. "Lets cut to the chase, alright mate, how do you know Clairee and what's she to you?"
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Jul 25, 2016 8:23:18 GMT
Clairee? Why was this woman asking about her? She looked too old to be the other girl’s mother, and to his knowledge, she only had brothers, not sisters. So a friend perhaps, or some other, more distant, family member? He took his time pondering it before replying to the woman. “She’s a friend to me. What’s she to you?” his words were honest, but could she see that? Would she care? More questions to ask and await an answer for. In the meantime, he busied himself on wondering if he should have another drink or not. He might need it to get the creativity flowing with making a non-guild related story for this woman.
Post by Maeve Blodeuwedd on Jul 25, 2016 20:51:13 GMT
She'd just have to ignore that last bit. No way would her best kept secret come flying outta her mouth after one shot. She leaned in close so no one else would hear, her eyebrows dropping low over her heated gaze.
"Friends don't let friends risk their lives in a raid party," she whispered ominously. "I'd make a better friend to her than you have if that's what you think being friends means." Not that her and Clair were friends. Still, the judgement was raw in her voice. She clearly didn't think highly of this pretty boy no matter how high he sat in the regards of others. When it came to Clair's safety; the commander of the EIRALs himself would have to go through her first before he'd be found worthy.
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Jul 25, 2016 22:32:32 GMT
Well. It only took Lasair another moment to decide he didn’t want to continue this conversation without drinks in front of them. He waved the bartender back over (again) and ordered shots for both him and this woman, mentioning that he wanted to “keep em coming.”
“She is my friend,” he reaffirmed before downing the first shot. “I suppose you could also call her a coworker of sorts. I knew I was going to be at that place on that night, and I offered her the chance to join me. She took it, although I didn’t expect her to.” Tapping on the empty glass with a gloved hand, he added something more. “I was two drinks ahead of you when you walked up. Do you enjoying trailing behind or are you gonna catch up?”
Post by Maeve Blodeuwedd on Jul 25, 2016 23:30:29 GMT
"Hah, aint you cute, two whole beers," Mae scoffed. "I bet even lil Clair could drink you under,"
She twirled her hand with two fingers up at the bartender who looked across the room toward the stage. took Sade a moment to realize he was being eye fraked but eventually he looked up. The bartender flicked his rag toward Mae, snapping it in her face to point her out to Sade (stage manager and her manager). Since she wasn't on call tonight Sade gave an I-Dont-Care gesture with both hands and set back to his own work with tonights entertainment.
Mae retracted from the snapping towel, but then grinned a dung eating grin at the bartender. "See, now serve 'em up, 2 for me, 'en another shot for the lot of us."
"Me too!" said the random fellow who'd finally roused from the floor where she tossed him. He climbed hazardously into the next chair over and dropped both elbows on the bar. "Put us on your tab," he told the bartender, then he passed out.
"Put us on his tab," Mae corrected - pointing to the two of them (she and Las) then to the poor bastard sleeping on the bar. The bartender shrugged and did as told.
Two drinks were passed to her seat, two drinks passed down her gullet in even quicker succession.
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Jul 26, 2016 4:29:19 GMT
“Beer is bland. I prefer rum or whiskey,” Lasair corrected to her comment about his previous drinks. Took too many of those to get someone drunk. And they always made him need to pee a hell of a lot faster than other drinks did. Usually he preferred rum, but whiskey was always a nice change.
Taking his new shot in his hands, he downed it and then offered her a calm expression. “So,” he mused, turning in his chair to face her head on now. “Do I get to know the name of the tough woman now that it’s my second time meeting her? Or would you prefer I keep referring to you as a CAEsAL muscle woman?”
Post by Maeve Blodeuwedd on Jul 26, 2016 5:21:12 GMT
She raised a brow at her given nickname. "Well its no great secret but I'm startin' to wish it was 'cause I might be fond of the title you've endowed me with." Ironic, that just past the bartenders left shoulder, on the wall behind him covering up a fair amount of mirror facing the patrons, was one of her performance posters, advertising the sultry singer Maeve Blodeuwedd tomorrow night in this very same pub.
She gave a flourishing gesture with her wrist toward the ad. "But if CAEsAL Muscle Woman is too wordy, you could always just call me by name. Now how 'bout you - or do you like being called Pretty Boy?"
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Jul 26, 2016 5:38:33 GMT
Funny, he had been staring at the wall earlier and while he noticed the poster, he hadn’t made the connection that it displayed the same woman sitting next to him. “Maeve, hm?” he spoke her name, as if to test it out. “But I can stick with muscle woman if you’d like. Or better yet, beefcakes.” Half of his mouth turned upwards into a smile, remembering a certain guild member that had disappeared, possibly lost to the war.
“As for me, pretty boy is by far the most common nickname given to me so I am rather accustomed to it. But if you so desire, you can address me by my actual name; Lasair Lupen.” He tipped his head forward, symbolizing a bow of sorts.
Post by Maeve Blodeuwedd on Jul 27, 2016 3:47:10 GMT
"Alright Lasair," She slurred the name, still not sure if she liked him or not. "whiskey it is" She snapped and pointed at the shot glasses on the bar.
"You buyin' this round mizz Blodeuwedd?" the bar tender asked. She shook her head no and pointed at their friend passed out in the stool next to her.
"He's got us covered, just make sure to drop a third one of those lovelies in front of him so he can catch up when he wakes up."
"Shouldn't you be tossin' him? We're not a bed and breakfast Mae, sleepers get sweepers, and usually its you who's sweepin em out the door."
"not when they're still buyin," she answered right back. The man shrugged and reached for the whiskey. Mae turned back to Las. "Now, as we were sayin a'fore. What's your deal with Clairee? She got 12 brothers, she tell ya that?" She tried for intimidation.
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Jul 27, 2016 4:00:20 GMT
Lasair had been willing to pay for his own drinks, but it seems the man passed out on the floor had “volunteered” for such an endeavor. He hoped that he’d never be victim to such an event; it served as a reminder not to drink himself silly like he used to.
Speaking of drinking, he raised the next shot, one of whiskey, to tap it on her glass and then swallow it, enjoying the change in flavor. The buzz was there pressing in the back of his mind, but unlike miss beefcakes beside him, his body already had a bit of a head start processing the two drinks he had before she walked up. Now she had just taken three in a row and he was sure the effects were being experienced. His little trick almost made him smile.
“I know about her brothers; met a couple of them once. But that’s why I don’t go to her home.” He shrugged the intimidation off, as well as her other question (which he had already answered). “Now tell me, beefcakes,” he paused to emphasize his use of the nickname. “Do you really want to keep hounding me about her, only to have me question you back? Or would you be so inclined as to move on to another conversation?”
Post by Maeve Blodeuwedd on Jul 27, 2016 4:14:41 GMT
Drat. So he knew about the brothers. well, on the plus side, she didn't have to worry about some boy sneaking into Clairee's bedroom window then. Good thing too because she worked nights mostly and would be hard pressed to find time to stake out the girls farmhouse. She tossed the shot of whiskey back and waited till the burning sensation worked its way from her throat down into her gut where it settled. Potent stuff, but she liked the burn better than any sweet drink they could drum up for the women with a sweet tooth.
"I'll be inclined," she said, but paused, because she thought she felt a burp coming on. It didn't. She continued, "Sure we can change the subject, soon as you promise to stay away from Clair. If it aint like that, then leavin her alone should be no problem innit?" She gave a goofy smile, feeling like that was a rather good deal. She'd be getting the better end of the bargain and he'd get to pick the next conversation. Not nearly as useful of a perk but if he was content with it then who was she to tell him otherwise.
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Jul 27, 2016 4:27:38 GMT
A slight smile came to his face, amused by the way the woman was behaving. But he was one to talk, given how he had began swaying in his seat without even noticing. His words were beginning to loose their annunciation, but weren’t quite to the point of complete slurring, at least not yet. “Can’t promise you that,” he sated with a shrug of his shoulders. “Like I told ya, she’s both a coworker and a friend. I can’t stay away from her any better than you can stay away from your show manager.” Well, the analogy was kind of reversed, since Lasair was more of the manager, but she didn’t need to know that. plus correcting himself would look silly. Well, the prospect of changing topics was now impossible.
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