Drinks with Rhelia

Western Weyr - Tiki Lounge Patio(#6736RJ)
As one walks onto the wood panelled flooring, they are greeted with the scent of burning oil, the likely source the various torches burning along the perimeter of the flooring. The flooring is littered with tables shaded with umbrellas, matching chairs tucked beneath when not in use. People of all sorts gather in clusters to talk or people watch. One can easily see into the tavern, its large windows usually open to the outside. Music flows in from inside, carried by the sea breeze, encouraging some people to dance, or even sing along.
Electric lights light the entrances as those on night duty come out to take over, moving quietly in the night so as not to disturb those sleeping about the Weyr.Winter has descended once again upon the Western island, though those from the north would never be able to tell it, but the short days and the cooler nights are painfully obvious to those born here.

It's a lovely evening at Western Weyr, and at this hour it's only appropriate for Rhelia to be at the Tiki Lounge relaxing after a hard day of giving N'bis a hard time, pushing him closer and closer to retirement. Though the greenrider is laughing and bobbing her head as someone next to her at the bar tells a story, or perhaps a joke judging by her expression, it's clear from her body language that she's less than interested in the fellow. He's entertainment, really. There's better out there, after all.

Better, perhaps, like L'ton? For, whatever the reason, L'ton is indeed in the Western bar, and picking his way around the outside edge of the room, looking here and there for those he recognizes. The bobbing head of the greenrider at the bar catches his interest, and its to her that he's headed, actually going so far as to wrap is arms around her shoulders and lean against her, giving a rather territorial look to the young man with her. "Hey there sweets." He offers after a moment.

As if the young man needed any more clues, though perhaps a non subtle hint that Rhelia is 'taken', at least for the evening, is needed for the usually dense males. Rhelia leans into the embrace and grins at the man who was talking with her. Yeah, he's done now… he'll go chat up some other young lady. Tilting her head back slightly to get a glimpse of L'ton she laughs, clearly in a good mood this evening. "Good evening, nice to see you around these parts again." Wherever there's a willing woman he'll keep coming back, hm?

Willing woman merely speed up his return. Thanks to various duties and a constant search for new vic- er- friends he would be coming back in good time, but Rhelia has merely accelerated that timeline. As she tilts her head back, he grins, giving her a quick kiss, before smirking at the dense, disappearing young man. "Who was that, lil bit? Ah chase off yer new catch?" He teases her, before sliding onto the newly vacated stool.

"He only wishes," Rhelia replies with a brief laugh, and then a shake of her head. "I don't know really. He said he had a good joke to tell me, and then some story." She shrugs at that, "But he wasn't really good at either." She scoots her stool in a bit closer to his, simply because she's not trying to reject him, yet at least, like she was the other 'catch' whose eye she caught.

L'ton loops his arm around her middle once more as she scoots her stool closer, grinning at her as he shakes his head. "Ah'm sure they were great fer the guys, but not something ya'd tell a lady." In other words, stupid and anything but actually funny. "Well, Ah'm glad he wandered off… Ah was hoping ta get ta at least have a drink er something with ya. Ah mean, if'n Ah'm acceptable enough company." He winks at her.

Rhelia inches closer to L'ton, fairly off her own stool at this point, so it's a good thing they're close. "Nothing so crude," Rhelia replies while pretending to size up L'ton and judge his suitability as company, offering at least a smidgen of defense for the well meaning guy. "I /suppose/ you're acceptable company," she finally replies playfully. "And you're in luck that I just finished this drink," she says, scooting a glass towards him. See? Now they can have one together.

"Ah suppose ya'd like me ta buy ya yer next, hm?" But he's motioning for the bartender while a fraction of a mark is set on the bar in exchange for the drinks, and he's moving to simply settle her on him lap instead, despite the awkwardness of accomplishing that on a barstool. She was seemingly on her way anyway. "Ah'm just glad Ah'm still acceptable, and ya ain't gotten bored of meh. Cause, Ah have ta say, Ah am far from bored of ya."

Of course Rhelia was on her way to his lap, it was really only a matter of time. "If you don't mind," she replies, cozily settling herself in on his lap. Even if she's not made it hard for L'ton to claim her, she still manages to look somewhat smugly at whoever might be eyeing the couple on the barstool. There's no shame in being easy if you can still keep your chin up and find pride in yourself somehow, right? Grinning at the bronzerider's comment she reaches a hand up for one of his to pull in close to her. He only really needs one to drink, after all. "Ahh, so that's what brought you here again? You really came all this way for me?" she queries in a low voice, turning to fairly breathe it into his ear. So what if they're in a bar… Rhelia at least is pretty shameless.

"Just fer ya baby.." He agrees, curling fingers around her thigh, giving it a soft squeeze as he reaches for his drink. "Of course Ah dun mind though, anything ta make lil'bit happy." He replies cheerfully. Her shamlessness doesn't seem to phase L'ton at all, for he's keeping a firm hold on her, smirking at a disgruntled looking young man a few spots down staring at Rhelia's back. "Why? Dun ya think Ah'd come just fer ya?"

The shamelessness might not be of concern to L'ton and Rhelia, but the others in the bar might not appreciate their displays of affection, or whatever one could call it. Rhelia simply grins, keeping from outright laughing at the bronzerider. "Well, there's plenty of others you could be with tonight, now aren't there?" She includes a brief gesture towards a gaggle of other people which include a few other attractive women. "Yet you come here all for little ole me? And why might that be?" Perhaps she's simply amazed because she certainly wouldn't go through so much effort to see one of her flings again. It becomes something more than just a fling if it's more than once, after all.

"Because Ah know that ya ain't gonna roll over and hit meh when we wake up after, fer coming ta see ya, and not expecting anything else but that." L'ton admits softly, before taking a sip of his drink. "Ya hardly are the time ta demand that Ah move ya ta Ista and put ya up with mah weyrmate." He completes, before burrowing his face in her shoulder, giving her a tight squeeze. A kiss on her neck, and he chuckles softly, eyes flicking to those around them, before his attention is back on her.

Rhelia wiggles softly, teasingly, against the bronzerider and grins, twirling her drink on the surface of the bar. "Very true," she agrees, "I'm most definitely not that type." Tilting within his lap she gives his neck a little nuzzle. "I really don't do serious too well," she points out, punctuating it with a nipping kiss to his jaw before she turns back to the bar, feigning an innocence that is most certainly unfitting of her as she gives her drink a moment's attention. And perhaps this why they get along so well.

"Lil'bit.. That just ain't nice.." He murmurs in her ear, arching an eyebrow at her before giving her thigh another squeeze. His own drink is finished in a hurry, for he's attempting to get her off his lap and moving in one direction or another - just to somewhere else, without releasing his old on her completely. "We should.. go.." He murmurs encouragingly.

There's really only a moment or two in which Rhelia thinks she might have actually said something to upset the bronzerider, as if she would actually care really, but the suggestion prompts her to grin broadly. Ah hah. Standing up at his urging, she downs as much of her drink as possible, though not all of it certainly, and bobs her head. "Sounds like a plan," she murmurs back, reaching for his hand or arm to help guide him towards one of the exits. There can be 'not niceness' somewhere else then where it can be fully appreciated.

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