06-19-05 1
Characters involved: Keita & Vorth
Halyard Tavern: Main Room
Keita is, not surprisingly, behind the bar, and looking considerably worse for wear. For the moment she has no "customers", and so she's just sitting on a stool waiting for the next verminy types to step up. She glances at Vorth and the others as they head over, but apparently she's going to wait 'til they order something, because she looks away again.
Vorth takes a seat at the bar, tail curling around one of the stool legs "Ale long ears" he barks out before the other two take there seats and a whiskey and a cordial are ordered, the cordial chooser is promptly shoved and made fun of by the whiskey vermin and growls only to reorder to ask for a gin.
Well, "long ears" isn't so bad, next to some of the things she's been called lately. The doe gives a brief nod, and turns to her work. When finished, she deposits the appropriate drinks in front of their drinkers, and steps back. "There ya go," she concludes, and drops back onto her stool with an eye kept to the small group. It is not a particularly fond look.
Vorth for the most part ignores everyone as he takes up his drink and starts swigging it away. Difficult to ignore the other two though, whisky still teasing gin about the cordial and gin getting increasingly more irritated.
Even if Keita is a fairly horrid mood, she still finds occasion to find whisky's teasings amusing, and cordial's reaction even more so. Vorth? Yeah, she hasn't noticed him so much either. At one point, as whisky laughs at cordial's expense, she joins in with a single snort of amusement. She's doing her very best not to add her own two cents to the chat. ;p
Cordial growls and stands up to swing a punch at Whisky's snout, he looks at the hare "You findin' somethin' funny scut for brains?" he growls at her.
"Ahh..." Hm. How to phrase this tactfully... Ah! Yes! "No, good sah. It was simply you and yer friend's stench gettin' t' me." She grins, and spreads her arms wide, in surrender. "I would nevah think o' laughin' at you." Then, of course, as she's slowly begun to be able to figure "lunging distance" in the past couple of weeks, she takes two large steps back. It's good to have a counter between one's self and the rif-raff. Eh heh.
Cordial growls and looks close to climbing over the counter "Ar' ye sayin' we smell?" looking a little dangerous with fangs on show.
"Oh, /no/, sah. I was simply tryin' t' say that ya are displeasin' t' the snout." In other words, yes, that's exactly what she was saying. She eyes the fangs with at least some wariness - she's not completely addled, she just doesn't have much in the way of self-control. Or self-preservation, for that matter. "Would ya care fer a refill?" Grin.
Cordial growls but gets distracted by a bloody nosed whisky jumping at him from the floor and knocking him over.
Keita blinks as Cordial is suddenly no longer, and then, burst out laughing - though she does give Vorth a glance to see if he minds terribly much. "Interestin' friends ya got, rat."
Vorth doesn't seem to care much for the fighting beasts only going to the extent of uncurling his tail and sending it to whip whisky's head for getting too close to his chair "They ain't friends...they're a pair of mindless imbeciles" sparks a little reaction from cordial but he's currently wrestling whisky.
Keita grins at Vorth, preferring him to the "mindless imbeciles", but just as it looks like she's about to strike up a conversation, another call for a drink comes from further down the bar, and with a cheery salute - her mood improved by Cordial's tackle - she heads off.
