Bosscat
Amos, Dangeon
Location: The Thorn and Shadow (Collinsel)
For once the wildcat Amos hasn't spent the day working himself into a stupor as he lazes about the tavern while burning coin. Some of that has been spent to inquire upon those mysterious fellows behind their latest misfortune, which has led Amos out into the Collinsel district until now as he returns. He enters the Thorn & Shadow finding it greatly unchanged, still dancing and singing periodically on the stage and the various game players and drunks gathered in their usual spots. He sees that a spot at the bar has opened up as a ferret moves to leave, quickly plants his rump on the stool and grunts, "Food, and what'cha got to drink..." He digs into his pocket, counts his monies and curses, "Ale then, and a meal, " He empties his pockets onto the bar. The tender quickly snatching it up, and seeing about that drink.
Dangeon is actually on the floor, not too far from the bar. She's sat playing some board game with an elderly, sparse-furred and half-toothless old ferret. It's his move and he doesn't say a word as, spewing smoke from a haggard, stained pipe, he moves one light wooden token two squares forward. "Even'n' Bosscat." The doe greets Amos without looking up, frowning at the move of her raggedy opponent.
The mug of ale is placed in front of the wildcat and just as he reaches for it he blinks and turns his head looking for the hare. She isn't to be found at the bar though, he watches rudely as a hamster munches his veggies, strange little fellow with glasses. Then the next seat over is a one eyed pole cat, snarling and glaring at the bigger wildcat as he looks his way. Ah, there she is! On the floor playing games, he grunts, "Don't expect ya did any bit of work while I was out most of the day eh?"
"Sure I did! I worked at gettin' some free drinks and stuff..." The hare still doesn't look up from her game and moves a dark token one square onto the ferret's just-moved piece and then one square right to the side, before taking the lighter piece and setting it off the board. "Hah!" It's the first she's taken, versus two of hers already in the ferret's collection. He chews at his pipe, then moves another piece diagonally to his left/Dangeon's right. "... Sneaky ol' git..." The doe grumbles, suddenly frowning.
Amos takes a moment to enjoy his ale, sipping it slowly as he's turned away from the hare, "For yourself you mean, " The mug is set down and he turns again to face her, "Looks like that ferret has ya, ain't gonna get nothin' from that, " He watches, curiously noting before being attracted by the steaming pile of fish on his plate. Mmmm! The hamster noms his veggies, burps surprisingly noisly despite his size and excuses himself quickly enough. Once again Amos is looking at a mean looking one-eyed pole cat and grunts, "Just eatin' ma fish, " He mumbles before digging in, tender pulling away the dishes left by the hamster.
Dangeon shakes her head. "I'll get 'im." The hare retorts, eyes narrowing at the stoic, puffing ferret. He stares, impassionately, through blurry eyes, back at her. "... I know y'r cheatin' somehow, wot, an' I'll bally well catch ya before this game's ended..." She gets no response but a puff of the pipe.
Amos gets a chuckle on that, nearly chokes on his fish as he drops it into his plate. He shakes his head, quickly cleaning the plate hunched over it and then once he's finished relaxing on his stool as he sits upright and turns back to look at the hare, "So what'cha win, and where is that horse lover of yours eh?"
"Y'know... I'm never sure 'zactly what he does where. But he keeps us fr'm gettin' arrested and he always knows the bally crowd and surroundings, so I've no problem wi' whatever it is." The hare admits as she tentatively moves another of her tokens. "Oh, an' so far 've won two ales an' a half a jacket. But m' friend here won the jacket off me again last game. We're playing best o' three. He's keepin' the jacket though."
The hare certainly has a point Amos admits, though he's still slightly annoyed by the horse for coming and going all the time without saying much. Still, Darkmane has come through for them time and again, "Uh huh, reckon he's off to some good or another, " He turns back to grab his drink and sips it as he moves to watch the game from his seat, "So ya don't get anything if ya do win this round?"
"I get a drink. I do not want the half-a-jacket." Dangeon explains as she furrows her brow as another of her pieces is taken. "Oh, come on! Y've got t' be cheatin'! I swear y've moved twice more than y've had turns for..." Still, her paw hovers to make the next move, while her opponent responds with another silent stare and a puff of the, notably, odd smelling pipe smoke.
Amos laughs, quiet amused by his old friend the hare as he sits on his stool and sips from his drink on and off. His attention every now and then though is turned back to the others in the inn. A game of cards is running, eyes the table for the marten but she's nowhere to be found to shouts of disappointment as a fat otter who gives a grin and laugh. Amos turns back to face the hare, "Uh, all out of coin are ya... and I don't see how he can be cheating, ya sure ya ain't just bad at it?"
"I won four times 'fore I started playin' this chatty blaggard! He's gotta be cheatin'!" The hare complains. But laughs aloud as she sees a move and takes two of his pieces. "Haha!" She grins at... a face that shows no sign of concern or disappointment. Nor pleasure at currently winning. It is a blank stare, almost an inactive beast save for the puffing pipe and the left arm that reaches to make his next move.
"Uh huh, so ya say." The wildcat brings his mug to his maw, finishing off the ale before sitting it on the bar and hopping off his stool. He moves to stand behind the hare, watching the game with his arms crossed, "So you've been playing games all day eh, so what exactly do I boss ya around to do exact eh?"
"Ya never gave any ordahs an' were out 'fore I bally woke up. I used m' initiative then an' though up th' best way t' spend m'day." The hare watches the board with a grin until the ferret makes a move that traps all her remaining pieces. "... Oh f'r... Bosscat. We owe this ferret a drink."
Amos shakes his head at the ferret to make it quiet clear that he does not, and he grunts, "Don't you mean you do, I ain't paying for this fellers drink. I get enough grief paying for yours!" He grins, coming around so that he can see the hare, "As your catboss, I order ya to pay for the drink yourself like a good little hare eh?" He snickers.
"Well. At leas' 'elp 'm to the bar..." The hare protests, as she gets up and starts fishing for coins. "Cheatin' blaggard's blind, y'know." True enough, as the ferret turns his head, now grinning a toothless grin at Amos, his eyes can be seen to be positively milky with cataracts.
Amos shakes his head, arms crossed, "Nay, ain't no part in it and ya quiet capable, " He smirks, waving a paw in front of the ferret's face to test that blindless and chuckling, "Ya got beat by a blind ferret, " He snorts.
The blind ferret puffs smoke right at Amos' face after the paw's waved in front of his own face. He's gone back to his expressionless visage. "Yah, yah." The doe grumbles. She's found a coin and laid it down for a drink for the ferret. "Hoy! Ferret! Drinks at the bar. Y' can beat me at tha' game, ya can find y'r own drink." She reasons. And apparently correctly. He's soon sat drinking. "So, if'n not f'r the games, Bosscat, wot would y' bally've asked me to be doin'? 's not a lot -to- do that can't be done better by t'others, y'know..."
Amos coughs and waves the smoke away, "Watch were ya puffing that thing, " He hisses, tail flicking annoyed though he's soon amused again as the ferret best the hare once more, "Well, work and the likes. Ya do have some skills don't'cha?" He grins, approaching her, poking her in the rib.
Dangeon eyes the poke. "If we weren't friends y'd have lost your bally finger right then... 'Ow was the fish? Kind of peckish m'self." The question is ignored. Yes she has skills, and the cat's likely aware of them. Unfortunately they mostly involve killing, maiming, extracting information or drinking and eating large quantities of food and drink.
Amos's just tired and grumpy, more tired than he realizes as he grunts, "Well pay for it ya self then missy, that's an order. Spent all that I got on me on leads to nowhere and the likes, " He grins, pats her on the shoulder, "Yeah, good thing we are friends then and I think am gonna turn in for the night."
