Potentially Awkward

Ista Weyr - Sable Sands(#3306RJM)
The Sable Sands, Ista's place for relaxation and entertainment in a child-free environment, stretches out before you. Once an old ground-access weyr, the place has been turned into a nightclub catering to riders and weryfolk alike. Dark shadows drift over booths that line one wall, the conversations and actions of the booths' occupents afforded some small sense of obscurity and privacy from the rest of the bar. Glossy black tables and chairs are scattered across the middle of the floor before the stage that sits opposite the main doors, while a long bar lines the opposite wall from the booths. The bar is a fine piece of furniture, its brass fittings shining bright and wood polished to a fine sheen. Brass-legged barstools covered in soft black leather are pulled up to its counter, often crowded as still other patrons push up to it to make their orders. Tropical plants fill in the corners, their huge pots set on rollers so they can be pulled outside during the day. A discrete sound system can be found recessed in the walls, piping either recorded or live music as the day dictates to every corner of the club.
A wide selection of wines, spirits and juices can be ordered from the barstaff, and a constant pot of klah is kept brewing. Towards the end of the bar, a large machine can be seen, its copper fittings gleaming in the light - a klappachino machine for those with more 'refined' tastes.

Perhaps its a bit early to start drinking. Perhaps. Of course, if you've spent the majority of your day hours ahead of Ista and already enjoyed a dinner at Eastern, what better thing is there to do than to retired to the afternoon shelter of the Sands, and enjoy a cool drink. And that is where L'ton is, settled in one of the booths with some sort of drink in his hands, a drink which he's drinking slowly as he watches the comings and goings of the few others that venture in.

It's never too early to drink, at least if it is up to Chet. She looks slightly worn down when she walks in, but perks up a little when she sees people milling around and enjoying themselves. She pauses only to remove her flight jacket, then approaches the bar to place her order. "Surprise me. But make whatever it is cold. It's too sharding humid out there." She is of course used to drier weather, so even when one expects it, it can come as a bit of a shock. Receiving her drink, she turns to look for anyone she knows. Her eyes finally settle on L'ton. A slight blush runs across her face as a recent memory comes back into the forefront of her mind. Still, she doesn't hesitate to approach him, and sit down in his both uninvited, flashing him a wide smile.

If L'ton blushed every time he ran into someone after those circumstances, he'd likely have to be blushing constantly. And so as someone who seems familiar indeed joins him at his booth, its to an inviting grin. "Hey lil'bit!" He offers cheerfully, leaning back to get his arms off the table and give her a bit of space. "How're ya doing? Ya just are all over the place, ain't ya?" As an arm is stretched over the top of his seat, he absently ruffles his hair with the other hand, eyes never leaving the bluerider.

Chet continues smiling as she takes a long swig from her glass, wiping her mouth with the cuffed sleeve of her shirt. This stuff is frothy, isn't it.. "Hey! I'm doing quite well. Running some errands for Aoriya and Sianne. Well, that and Aeskath wanted to go for a swim. Figured I'd get something cool off with myself while he's doing that. Of course, I'll have to be ready with oil when he's done. How about you? Dhonzayth doing well?" She sets her elbow on the table and rests her head on her hand, idly watching him.

"Dhonzayth's good. Sulking, though, cause he didn't get the gold, but Meluth did. Apparently he ain't ta thrilled that a brown beat him out like that, even if'n Ah keep telling him it ain't nothing but luck. And that he dun wanna be stuck at Xanadu no more anyway. Western'll be bad 'nuff." L'ton shakes his head a bit, wrinkling up his nose, before giving her a surprised look. "Ah'm surprised ya ain't out there swimming with him yerself. Or do ya prefer sand ta water?" He teases her a tad, even as he leans forward, body position mimicking her own.

Chet snorts, which is a bad thing when you're in the middle of drinking something. She quickly recovers, though. "I'm glad I don't have to worry about those things. Greens are more fun. And you never have to worry about what happens to her afterwards." She shifts her head to her other arm. "But you know, if Blues could catch Golds, I don't think they'd ever go back to Bronzes /or/ Browns. Rupa's was a rare loss for us. Don't know if the Greens like that he's big, or that he doesn't talk too much.." Cocky, isn't she? The question of sand or water makes her pause to consider it, as if she actually liked sand. "I like my sand, but I do like water too. I'm just not too fond of swallowing all that saltwater." Bad experience, perhaps?

L'ton moves to hurriedly hand her a napkin as she snorts, shaking his head, though he's doing his best not to chuckle at her misfortune, as it were. "Ah think yer lucky that it was a rare loss, just as Ah'm glad that it t'was a rare loss fer Dhon. Didja see that dirk she hand?" L'ton asks with a bit of shock, arm dropping down from the back of the seat to exagerate the size of it. "T'was huge!" And then he shakes his head with a grin, and an arched eyebrow. "Maybe their riders just know what's good fer them, and encourage their dragon that way ta. Ah mean, there was more than one good thing 'bout that loss." At the mention of the saltwater, he wrinkles up his nose. "Ain't that bad, really."

Chet graciously accepts the napkin. She's never been known for her quiet grace. Just her mouth. A smirk appears on it when L'ton mentions the knife. "Thanks. I can't say I'd ever seen one do that before. Usually, they're a bit more friendly. As least the ones at Igen are." She was indeed happy to miss out on that one. "My father, for example, always looks forward to his Green going up. He loves it. Though if Aeskath chased during that oneā€¦" She shudders at the thought. She really shouldn't think about that. "Glad she didn't get her hands on /my/ flask. Or my new compass." She fails to understand the nose wrinkling. "I think having a mouthful of sand and a mouthful of saltwater are pretty close, but I might prefer the sand. No, I changed my mind. The saltwater would be slightly better. But pretty close."

There is nothing wrong with a lack of quiet grace, after all, it makes everything far more interesting. "Ah know! Usually they're more than happy ta.. Ah would have thought that ya were the greenrider, if'n Ah didn't know better. Not that tis a bad thing." At the mention of her father, he shakes his head. "At least ya know, so y'all can run." Absently turning his glass to and fro, he shakes his head. "Ah wonder if Ram managed ta sneak out with his flask er not." And then there is a moment of quiet ponderance.

Chet laughs and nods her head, not seeming to surprised by his statement. "Yes, I've been told that I'm quite friendly regardless of whose flight it is. But you're right. I don't think that's a bad thing at all." She pauses to finish of her drink. "Him? Oh yes..if he was wise, that's the only thing he got out of that weyr. No talking sense into a proddy greenrider..with or without that knife."

"Can Ah get ya another drink, lil'bit? Something maybe not so foamy?" He offers, already leaning to catch the bartender's gaze before hearing her answer. His own drink is finished off, once again to mimic her, before tilting his head. "So, Ah hope that Ah haven't scared ya off from meh ferever, have Ah?" An eyebrow arches as he tries to read her expression, though he looks away as a pair of pale-colored drinks are slide on the table, ice clinking as they are.

Chet grins, nodding. "Sure, I could use another. What is that you ordered?" She grabs one of the glasses and sips it. "No, you can't scare me off that easy. I'm like a plague. Except more obnoxious." She gives him a teasing smile and has another sip. "This stuff is good!"

"Citrus-y. Ah ain't sure ta much past that." Perhaps L'ton has just found something on one of his drinking circuits that he's liked and is sticking to it, without questioning its makeup. "Well, that's good ta know. Cause Ah think it t'would be real silly of me to chase off such a lovely gal. Particularly one who dun seem ta mind drinks in the middle of the afternoon." Winking, he takes a sip of his own drink, swirling it to clink the ice, hands flipped so they are lying palms up on the table. "Ah did tell Ram that Ah thought Ah was the lucky one, so ya know." Can't stand the silence?

Chet savors the taste for a moment. She grins at the 'lovely' remark, eating up the compliment. "If they were meant only to be drunk in the evening, they wouldn't have 'em around during the day. At least that's how I look at it. Besides, it makes the rest of the day more fun." She laughs. "Oh, I agree. I think you did too. I'm fun to be around." She takes yet another sip. "I like citrus-y."

"Ya are fun ta be around." He grins, nodding in agreement before he glances around the room, moving to shift over to her side of the booth, sliding in next to her and taking his drink with him. "Ah suppose that's true. And, Ah mean, it ain't really worse than drinking that ale that they all like. It just tastes better." Glancing sidelong at her, he even absently shifts to put his arm across the back of the booth behind her. "Ah think yer fun regardless, though."

Chet giggles. She isn't known to have the highest tolerance level for alcohol, and this drink is likely to be her last. She does know when to quit, fortunately. She's still coherent, but is becoming sillier and sillier. "Well, I'm glad to hear that. Some people find me a little nerve-wracking. But that's just because they don't know how to have fun, if you ask me." She looks down into her glass. "This will have to be my last, I'm afraid. Anymore, and I won't be able to fly home, I don't think."

"Well, Ah'd say that ya didn't have ta fly home, but Ah wouldn't want ta assume anything, ya know?" He teases her, though his own drink is slow to disappear as well. Gotta keep a slow pace. As she seems to get sillier, he shakes his head, before dropping his arm down to her shoulders instead. "Ah dun think yer nerve-wracking at all. Not even when yer blue's up 'gainst Dhon. But, Ah won't get ya a refill, Ah promise."

Chet doesn't seem to protest, but it could also be that she isn't paying that much attention to where his arm is, either. "Good, good. Aeskath will be displeased enough as it is. He doesn't like me to dawdle too long." She leans back in the booth a bit. "But when I'm ready for more to drink, I'm definitely letting you order again for me. You've got good taste." She glances outside. "Well, it is starting to get later now, isn't it? Before too long, the 'sane' people will be coming to drink, too."

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