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Author Topic: when you came in, the air went out  (Read 121 times)

Description: Attn: Kasidhe

Offline Roland Cade

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    • pd2green
    • prince
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      First Escort

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      Territory Court

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      Little Terreille

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      Gavin

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when you came in, the air went out
« on: Aug 05, 19, 10:42:27 PM »
Summer 194 - The Tottering Otter


Now and again, Roland Cade liked to get out of Tarn Nataniel and mingle among the people of Little Tereille.

Before Amerys became Territory Queen, Roland never worried about being picked out of a crowd. He could go to Bradeon-on-the-Strand or spend time in Port City as part of Laurel Gold’s First Circle and still retain some of his anonymity. When he was honest with himself, Roland could admit that he missed the old days. He missed the bar crawls and the times he could go out and sing, treat his friends to dinner, have a good time, and still feel like he was a citizen of Little Terreille.

Perhaps that was why he’d taken off the suit and tie tonight and made his way to the Tottering Otter. He’d helped with paperwork to get this place up and running. Jerome spoke highly of the establishment, going there a couple of nights a week. Roland usually begged off so that he could spend a little time with Amerys at the end of the day before dinner and then she spent time with Mani, Dax, or Davos. The initial possessiveness Roland felt regarding Amerys hadn’t faded, but he was learning to make room for his bond brothers and their relationships with her. If they all supported her, then Amerys could find peace and be the strongest Queen possible.

But Roland still had his own needs to fulfill, so tonight he took Jerome’s advice and joined him at the Tottering Otter.

The bar was packed tonight, making Roland smile. No one really even looked up as they entered; the people who did barely gave him a second glance. Dressed in a loose grey shirt and dark pants to beat the summer heat, Roland made his way to the bar and sat down. The bartender, a Black Widow wearing the Sapphire, offered him a drink recommendation. Roland accepted it and waited a few minutes while she prepared it. Taking the first sip, the Green Jeweled Prince liked the balance between the fruity taste and the sharpness of the liquor. It was good stuff. Jerome agreed and soon they were chatting about a few of the other bars they'd been to in Courtland Province a few years ago.

"Hey, there's a good one in Rockland I want to try too." Jerome suggested.

"You got it." Roland said, turning in his seat. The nearby table started an arm-wrestling competition in earnest between a burly man with a thick beard and a slimmer male who looked like he’d stabbed someone in the recent past.

Night, he’d missed the nighttime scene in Goth. He needed to get out more often.



Offline Kasidhe Sheane

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      Rated Em

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Re: when you came in, the air went out
« Reply #1 on: Aug 09, 19, 08:03:42 AM »
It was not always easy to get Kasidhe to quit it as it were. This was especially the case when it came to Coven business. Even now the entire reason she was situated at the Tottering Otter was ostensibly to ensure the security webs and otherwise that she had seen provided to the establishment were doing just fine. To not do so, to not keep an eye on their upkeep, was just poor business practice.

She had been practically pushed out the door to take it easy by Rin. Mostly because the Green-Jeweled Black Widow knew that Kasidhe had not only been making a heavy push to try and bring more of the outlying groups of Black Widows that had not realigned with the Hourglass. The Sapphire-Jeweled Black Widow had also been working heavily with Lady Erskine to see what would be sent back with her.

If Kasidhe had her way it would be a lot. Possibly also something that would enable them to make a statement. Black Widows, she thought vehemently, were not to be trifled with our treated like pariahs. Not if the individual--or territory in this case--wanted to ever reach the future with everything intact. Black Widows could be--were--a particularly spiteful and vengeful sort.

So what it amounted to was this: Kasidhe went because it was Rin who requested it of her. Anyone else and she would have promptly told them where they could shove it. Or, if she did not like the individual, demonstrate using their bodies. (What good was it having grown up with a Healer for a friend if you didn't end up learning some particularly creative ways to fuck people up?)

She had tucked herself in the corner of the bar, almost out of sight, and struck up a conversation with the bartender. It wasn't Geir, of whom she had a sweet spot for now, but persiflage flowed between the two of them as they discussed varying topics. That was enough, at least, to keep her occupied.

At least until she caught sight of someone from her purposely darkened corner of the bar (true shadow craft was a very useful thing). It was wonder, really, that she had not seen him sooner. Then there was the humor of seeing him here. For all that Kasidhe held a position within the First Circle of the Territory Court, she did not stay there unless she was in a mood.

What kind of mood often varied but it was always a rather particular one. Still ... the First Escort was here ... Kasidhe let out a thoughtful hum before she gestured over the bartender.

"Be a dear and send him a drink from me?" Her eyes glinted. "Something tasty." A thoughtful pause passed. "Tell him it's from the one waiting in the shadows." Oh, she was absolutely having fun with this. From there Kasidhe simply smiled, leaning back against the support of the stool she was perched on. It was only when the drink was being delivered, that an exchange occurred between the First Escort and the person that brought the drink, that the shadows where she was seemed to give.

Kasidhe inclined her head in greeting but did not otherwise move. It'd be rude to just join him, after all, or maybe it was an invite for him to join her. Whichever it was, the First Escort of Little Terreille was flashed a charming, albeit troublesome, smile. Really, she was long overdue to finally chat with him.

Offline Roland Cade

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      Gavin

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Re: when you came in, the air went out
« Reply #2 on: Sep 09, 19, 11:28:51 PM »
Roland took a moment to enjoy the ambiance of the Tottering Otter. It was some fancy uptown place where he could hear soft music and maybe have some overpriced snack while waiting for someone to “suddenly” notice him and make their way over. He ran into too many people like that, especially people that he knew back when he was just a member of Laurel Gold’s First Circle. The same people who used to pretend to look for free time in their schedules to talk to him now rearranged their days to get a few minutes of his time. The office of First Escort had its privileges, but it also showed gave him a quick refresher in who his friends were.

The arm-wrestling matches were still going and, for a moment, Roland thought about tossing his hat in the ring for a go. He finished his drink and started to vanish his valuable items until the waitress came over with a green-hued drink that smelled of mint and other sweet things. Roland flashed the woman his best charm school smile and looked at the drink.

I don’t say this much, but I think you’ve got the wrong guy. I didn’t order a refill.” Roland said.

No, but the lady waiting in the shadows over there did. She thought you looked thirsty.” the bartender said, before she turned and headed back to the bar. Roland’s gaze found the shadowed area and, for a moment, he worried that this was a retaliation for that little dust-up he had last year with a few gangers before Darien showed up. But when the shadows lifted and the woman nodded in his direction, Roland recognized the invitation. He also thought he recognized her, but he wasn’t sure. He had to get closer ...and that was probably the point.

Ah, fuck it.” Roland said, reaching for his new drink. He took a sip and drew back to look at the glass. It felt like he’d just eaten an entire orchard in that one sip. He liked it. His new friend (if that’s what she was) had taste.

He rose from his stool and headed toward the other end of the bar. He saw that the stool beside her was empty, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t occupied.

Hey.” he said, flashing her a smile. “This is probably where a guy tries to say something smooth, sit down, and tell you that you’re the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen in this place.” he said, gesturing to the tables he’d just left.

But you went to the trouble of ordering me this tasty drink and inviting me over, so I’d like to at least know your name so I can thank you...and so I know who I’m buying the next round for.” he said.

He extended a hand.

I’m Roland.