Bar Chatter
Tenebrae - Friday, December 21, 2012, 4:37 AM
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The gambling hall might have had color once. Today, black soot coats the top from a mixture of smoke from incense, cigars, and previous fires. Yet, the hall keeps being rebuilt. Somehow. For some reason. Tables fill the hall, leaving little room for maneuvering, and each evening it's packed with as many as it may hold.
The haze is often thick, and the food as expensive as it is exotic. Though founded by gobbers, other species may often be found here, though the cuisine favors the gobber race, with its unpredictable edge, and fiery spices. Occasionally, there are dancers, always gobbers, with handsome warts and round stomaches that wobble sexily over their skirts.
Most any sort of game may be found here, so long as it may be played for cash. Chips are dispensed at the door at a booth underneath a picture of the hall's owner: Rosie. In the picture, Ma Rosie sits in all her gobber glory, aged but still beautiful, with big, generous lipstick'd gobber-lips and a dashing number of warts considered quite fetching by the race. Her ears are lengthier than any sildanyari's, a desirable trait, but which has often had some unsavory souls whispering, accusatorily, of 'enhancements.' The picture, by local legend, is dedicated to her one-time lover, 'Jinks'.
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Gwendolyn A tall, red-gold haired highborn girl in robes and ar 10m 2h Selia A sleek halfling lass, quick and nimble. 0s 32s Sandy The HIPpest elf ever. Practically a HIPpy. 23s 1d
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"Encouraging injustice is poor form, especially for a paladin." Gwendolyn offers, before taking one of the ordered mugs carefully and sniffing at the swill, before taking a small sip. Finding the alcohol at least palatable, she shrugs and grins at 'Lady Sandiel' before taking a few long draws of the boozehol and looking at Sandy. "Why are you so down, without drinking? You were positively storm-harried when I saw you before.
"-Storm-Barrel-?" says Sandy, eyeing Gwendolyn. "I got a stupid invite to a stupid druidic ceremony that's going to be stupid and I don't want to go at all," she explains. Given the way she says it, it is clear that she is likely to be going anyways.
"Wot sorta ceremony? Thought them druids only cared 'bout the Solstice." Selia comments absently, setting down a mug of her own.
Wait, when the heck did she get here?? Sneaky little halfer!
"Storm-Harried, Milady Sandiel." Gwendolyn offers, placing aside her first drink and picking up another, not exactly rushing or chugging, but keeping a nice, even pace with her drinking. "As in... Harried! By a storm-cloud. That rains upon you. A bad mood? Hmm... Well, anyway. If the Druids require your presence, then it is a great honor! You should be thankful that you have such prestigous friends. Like that girl, with the beetle. She was very nice."
She pauses, as Selia just appears. "Another of your friends, Milady Sandiel?"
"...yes. Her. She's the one that invited me. That's why I recognize you," says Sandy, ignoring Selia as sif she wasn't even there. She has the bridge of her nose just -pinched- like she's in agony.
Selia grins. "Ain't sure Sandy's got friends. Just folks she puts up with longer then others. I'm Selia, who are you?" the halfling inquires, her words practically dripping with a Low Charn accent.
"I am Gwendolyn Edelweiss, of Ecclesia. A member of the Sunblades, at your service, miss Selia." The steadily drinking paladin offers the shorter woman, before looking at Sandy with a smile that almost seemed automatic by now. "Yes, we have met before then Temples..." Then she reaches forward, one hand glowing golden and sparkling with light. "Do you need aid, Lady Sandiel? You look like you are in pain..."
Her pointed ears twitching, Sandy says, "I'm fine. I just think I heard some idiotic halfling trying to talk to me." That is all. She has another drink. A long one.
Selia grins sidelong at Gwen. "That's her way of sayin ello, nice ta see ya again, but I'm too busy drinkin ta talk just now.' But that's okay, I ain't in no kinda hurry."
"You are a very... complicated person, Lady Sandiel." Gwen finally decides, going on her third drink and blinking a bit more then she was before drinking three mugs of whatever-she-was-served, before a big smile crosses her face. "Ah, the Lady Sandiel is one of /those/ types. A heart of gold, wrapped in a standoffish attitude. It all makes sense now." She nods, eagerly.
You have no idea what you've done Selia. None.
"I do not have heart of gold,' says Sandy, firmly, in disagreement here. She gives Selia a dirty look. A very, very dirty look.
Selia reserves her really dirty looks for those who'd enjoy them. "'Heart of gold', eh? Well, agree with ya is cold and hard, but ain't sure is gold in there. Steel, maybe, ta go with her iron stomach. Now, agree with ya, Sandy ain't so bad as she tries to appear. But she tries to appears rilly rilly bad."
Gwen seems to regard this for a moment, before picking up her fourth drink, and sipping at it gently. "I see. In that case..." She trails off, still grinning like a fiend but saying nothing. There is a long, long pause, punctuated by conservative drink-sips.
Then Gwendolyn shakes her head slightly, looking dazed. "Is the Lady Sandiel really that bad? She has many friends, it seems, an is not reviled by her peers. If she were a meanace, she would be not as lucky, I believe. What did you say this alcohol was?"
"...I'm RIGHT HERE," says Sandy to the both of them, loudly. Another drink. That's all.
Selia smiles brilliantly to Sandy. "I know. And now you know that I know. But it's okay, you don't have to drop the act just because you know I know. You can keep acting rilly rilly bad, I don't mind." The halfling turn her smile to Gwendolyn. "Cause there's lotta rilly worse things out there, and Sandy's been off ta stop them more times than care to count. Might not be perfect, but makes things better over all. By a fair bit. So blokes is willing to put up with a fair bit. Besides, is fun ta make fun of her."
Gwendolyn nods. "As long as she doesn't break any laws, I really don't see a problem. Though, causing public disturbances isn't exactly..." She starts, before sipping at her fourth drink, hand coming up to rub her face a little bit. "... Nevermind."
"I am sorry, Lady Sandiel. This is really quite enjoyable company, but I do think I might have drunk my limit. Walking back to the temple will be quite a chore with much more."
"Oh, I'd never break the laws. That might get my probation revoked," says Sandy, cheerfully, as if this wasn't a contradiction in terms at all. Then she adds to Selia, "As long as I am not faced with the temptation to do something drastic, like say, teleport a halfling over the middle of the ocean and *drop her in it8."
Selia bahs, distinctly less worried than she might be. "You'd never. Ya'd feel awful about it. And I'd probably come back ta haunt ya."
With a small grin masked by a serious look to Selia, Gwendolyn rises to her feet, counting out a few coins and placing them on the table for the drinks. "If you were to come back as an undead spectre to the detriment of a member of the populace, I would be forced to strike your spectre down." She offers, before bowing wobbily to Sandy. "Lady Sandiel, it has been... A pleasure?
"You know, I really wouldn't," says Sandy, thoughtfully, to Selia. 'In fact, I dare say I might be doing everyone a -favor-." She then rises to her feet. "I should be going also, anyways. I'm pretty deep into my cups."
Selia nods, and raises her cup to each of you. "Still early for me, so gonna linger. Fare well ta both of ya. See ya some other time."
Gwendolyn has disconnected. Sandy goes OOC. Sandy has left.