open mingle - bust the moves, old timer!

[traumaticus]

Who: Adults [citation needed] of Aldrip!
Where: The Tavern
What: A night out for the senior grown up folks of the chosen
Warnings: I'd say pretty much what you'd expect from a set-up like this! Please be sure to mark any potential warnings on the comment subjects!



**Ok, it says adults of the Aldrip. But icly there is really no one to keep an eye on this. So, if a rebellious or unassuming teen wishes to sneak in to smuggle out a beer and/or listen to old ppl talk about how things were good back in their days then they're welcomed :D




Sometime around the first week of the November there are fliers and posters posted around the Aldrip, welcoming the population of The Chosen to enjoy a night out at the tavern attached to the inn. There's some mention about the place changing the ownership from native citizen to one of the chosen, but that's not important! Not when there is also mention of the food, drink and the games! So yes. Come all!

The atmosphere at the tavern itself is warm and welcoming. The electric lights have turned dim so that they don't overthrow the candles that are burning on each table, creating a cozy and warm ambient lighting around the guest area. Those who've visited the establishment before, perhaps during their own stay, might notice that the decor of the place has barely been changed -- aside from the white roses that are the centerpiece of each decoration placed on the wall.

The staff at the tavern has been instructed to serve the chosen all night. While they might not like it, they still follow through the orders without much of a protest (that is unless someone were to provoke them), bringing them food and drinks as promised. If someone were to ask what's on the menu they'll simply answer something along the words "the big bird", whatever that means. As for drinks? Unfortunately, the selection is not the most vast or spread out, containing mostly just beer, wine, whiskey, simple cocktails. Though, if someone wants the real good stuff they can always ask the barkeeper what's under the counter.

As for the activities? There's a dart board placed on one of the walls, and there are cards & dice available if one wishes to partake to some lighthearted gambling. There's even a jenga with a little dares and questions written on the blocks. While there's no karaoke-set in the place this time, there is a live band who will take requests and leave the mic open for those who have the urge to bust out to a song!


Now everyone! Remember to be in your best behavior.

Comments

[cactusy]

Usually when she introduces me to her friends, we're all running for our lives.

[Shaw says dryly, looking him up and down. She studies the hand, and... okay, fine; she can play nice. She takes it and gives it a quick, firm shake.]

And you're not the type she usually hangs around, either. How'd you two meet?

[computation]

[ This is definitely one of the funnier scenarios Root can imagine -- Shaw and Richard talking. Her eyes gleam with mischief, not at all dissuaded by Shaw's little jab. ]

Richard is from the late medieval era; he needed someone to explain the A.I. situation to him.

[ She turns to him for the other half of the introduction, and decides to go blunt, in deference to him, in fact, being from the medieval era. ]

Richie, this is Shaw; she's my extremely homosexual lover. And also kind of like my mildly terrifying, adorable bulldog. [ Root sounds extremely fond and genuine. ]

cw: mentions to medieval homophobia..

[traumaticus]

[Oh uh. This is a bit awkward, as he was planning to go for kiss on the hand as etiquette would have it but oh well. Guess they're doing a handshake? Richard squeezes her hand briefly before pulling his away.]

I can't say she is necessarily someone I would usually spend time with, either. But this world keep pushing us into most inexplicable encounters time after time. [He counters Shaw's comment. And well? It was true enough. In his own world Richard would not really be associating with ones like Root, or Shaw for that matter, at least not publicly like this.

Richard turns his attention to Root, and just like always, there is a lot to unpack in what she says. The word "medieval" is like an annoying thorn prickling his side, just like the nickname "Ricky" -- something that he had not agreed on.

But it was the mention of "lover" that actually got a some reaction from him. Richard's brows raise in surprise as he looks at the pair, processing the information and feeling his throat tighten uncomfortably. Now, does Richard think there is anything strange in this? No, not really. He would be hypocrite if he did. After all, he had come to accept that 'light' could be pretty much anything possible for different people. So for two women to be lovers? Yeah, there was nothing unnatural to it.

However, what made Richard stop, was the manner how Root shared the information to him. Out in public, without a shame. But then again, Richard supposes that was only typical to someone like her, based on their previous conversations.]

I see. [..Yeah, he doesn't know what Bulldog is, sorry. But he can make some kind of guess.] You are the on with the 'guns', correct? Miss Root taught me how to shoot in exchange for archery lessons.

[cactusy]

[Shaw's facial journeys are more subtle than most people's, but she still undergoes one here, cycling through exasperation (Root, phrasing???) to offense (only mildly terrifying?) before finally setting on satisfaction (being considered "the one with the guns" sounds just fine to her).

And then she grunts in response to his last comment. Sorry, Richard; neither of these women are fit to associate with Plantagenets.]

You any good? What kind of gun does she have you using?

[computation]

[ Sorry times two, Richard, but it's the easiest way to explain how they know each other, and it's important context for why Root goes blunter than normal for her. She wouldn't do it just to get a rise out of Shaw, but as it is, she grins at Shaw's subtle facial journey, thoroughly entertained. She also doesn't respect Richard enough to use his real name as he prefers yet. Whoops. How could she resist getting in some needling for both people at once? ]

We just traded lessons on my Glock -- I didn't give him one.

[ She pouts a little. Thinking about it, she'd love to add to her weapons stash, and she's never shot someone with a bow and arrow before. ]

And you didn't give me a bow, either, [ she says to Richard. ] Maybe we should fix that!

[traumaticus]

[Richard shoots a curious look at Shaw's direction, because yeah. He's just about to get used to Root's own.. Rootness, with all the quirky straightforwardness. But not even she was this blunt and gruff. These women really are a mystery to him.]

We'll see about that. If I were to give you one I also expect you to continue your training. [He addresses Root. Archery takes more than just a good aim after all! But at least to her credit, she was hardly the worst novice Richard has met. ]

But I see you ladies are empty handed at the moment. May I get you two a drink?

[cactusy]

Sure, thanks. The strongest thing you can find.

[Good news, Richard: she's capable of the common courtesy of a thank-you. Selectively. Sometimes. You've passed muster in this particular moment, anyway.]

If you keep training her, can I watch? I bet it's funny.

[computation]

Oh, that would be so lovely, thank you. Can I have a margarita? And I will definitely keep up my training.

[ Root is genuinely appreciative if hamming it up a little. Point made, she doesn't need to keep shocking and annoying her companions, but she also isn't going to hold herself back any.

She turns and winks overtly at Shaw. ]

You can just say if you want to watch me draw a bow over and over. [ Archery is a pretty sexy pastime, after all. ]

[traumaticus]

[He's not certain whether he should or should not be surprised by their requests. Women, in his experience, were not normally ones to go after strong ale but eh. It's not like Root and her companion did match his idea of womanhood on the other areas so why would this be any different.

Richard gestures at one of the waiters standing around to come closer with his hand.] Bring the strong liquor and that strawberry drink for my guests here.

[Yeahh, unfortunately he did not quite understand their orders. Richard had seen some of the patrons to drink the foul smelling and tasting clear liquid and well.. The only "margarita" he knows of is the strawberry version.]

Oh? Then I'll be glad to see you at the training grounds again. And you are more than welcomed to join us, Miss Shaw. Maybe you could give it a try as well. [Guess he is teaching women's army now? Ok.] Who knows, maybe you'll surpass her.

[cactusy]

[Luckily, while Shaw can recognize and appreciate top-shelf spirits, she isn't particularly picky: as long as it's strong, it's all she's asking for.]

Oh, I'd kick her ass--

[This is said with undue confidence, and isn't really meant seriously, though you'd never know it from her deadpan tone.]

-- unless I decided to be nice and go easy on her. But sure, I can give the ren faire weapons a try. Once.

[She can't imagine using a bow and arrow in any sort of serious way.]

[computation]

[ Not what she ordered, but Root is perfectly happy with the strawberry version of a margarita. Plus she's far more interested in the conversation than the drink order. Using a bow and arrow is just for fun, and she herself would love to watch Shaw draw a bow over and over. It's bound to be hot. ]

You're the one with the guns, after all, [ she quips. To Richard: ] By which I mean upper body strength. I'm no slouch, but Shaw will put me to shame for sure.

[ Root's playfully competitive right up until the point that she swerves and showers Shaw in compliments. ]

[traumaticus]

[Good thing that Shaw kept those thoughts to herself, the 'once' was alone enough to make him fight back to give the woman disapproving glare.

While Richard had grown to appreciate the power of firearms, seeing and understanding their benefits, he still saw them inferior to more traditional bow and arrow. At least those would require more proof of marksmanship, discipline and technique -- not to mention that it also provided more stealth just by the virtue of being less loud.]

Yes, miss Root. I knew that. [Richard had caught that on the network!] A competition can be a good motivation. I'll be glad to see both of you at the training grounds, then.

[Aaand with that their drink order arrives: strawberry margarita for Root and some nameless spirits in tumbler for Shaw.]

May I ask how did you two meet?

god, i'm tracking these, how do i keep missing comments in the threeway threads

[cactusy]

She held me hostage.

[Shaw says it quickly, easily, and with matter-of-fact seriousness; if she's joking, she's doing a very good job of appearing not to be. Still, there's no trace of resentment in her voice or on her face.]

Tied me up and threatened to torture some information out of me. I'm never gonna let her live that one down.

it's a Christmas miracle

[computation]

[ Root happily takes her strawberry margarita and takes a sip, unperturbed by Shaw's completely truthful answer. ]

Promises, promises, [ she says airily. ]