Closed A Chair is a Weapon Too (Orion)

[Letixia Raigner]

Spring 15, 514 Leti was tired after a long day of training and studying with her patron. She wanted a good meal and some time to relax, but the dining hall held no appeal to her tonight. She dropped her armor and gear off in her dorm, cleaned up a little, and made her way to the first ring. She wove through the citadel until she stopped at a door with a sign above simply reading 'Tavern'. It was a good deal later in the evening, so when she opened the door, she could hear loud chatter and music coming from within. She stepped on through and saw that the entire place was packed with people, mostly men, many of whom looked like dockworkers. She saw an empty seat at the bar, and made her way to it. She sat upon the stool, enjoying the warmth of the room and the music was quite nice, she may have to tip the busker up there. The worker behind the bar approached her, smiling, "What can I get you?" "Whatever you have for dinner please, and a mug of something dark." Leti was still somewhat new to drinking, having only just tried it last season, but she'd found she preferred darker beers over lighter ones, and she didn't care much for wine. The food here was usually pretty good, and she didn't mind spending a few mizas on it. She turned around on her bar stool, now watching the busker. It was a group, two men and a woman. One man was singing, another playing instruments, and the woman was dancing. There were several men arguing over at the darts game, but that was commonplace here. She smiled, as she heard the mug set down behind her. She handed the barmaid two silvers, one in payment, one as tip, and grabbed her drink. She took a big gulp of it, enjoying the savory taste of the liquid. The man to her left had just left, giving her a bit more elbow room as she watched the entertainment. She had a good feeling about tonight, drinking a bit more to relax.

[Orion Michaels]

There was no beating around the bush. Orion was going to have a drink, and that drink was going to be at the Rearing Stallion. He wasn't going fight, he wasn't going to argue, and he wasn't going to yell. There would be no drama -by him, at least- and there would certainly be no drinks poured over his head. No, Orion was at the Stallion for a nice, relaxing drink, so drink he would. It didn't matter if she were there. Orion entered the bustling tavern, wearing green tunic and black pants. A scruffy beard framed his face as tired eyes scanned the Stallion. At his side sat a broadsword, the weapon he'd taken to carrying around the city, on or off duty. He could never quite be sure when a situation would arise, after all. The squire looked around his old watering hole as he had so many times before. Only on this occasion he wasn't interested in the music playing, the people dancing, or even the beautiful women. No, the weary squire simply wanted a place to sit and a drink to enjoy. He'd rarely found issue with such a thing in the past; the problem had always been actually enjoying the drink once he got it. Blue eyes spotted an open chair at the bar, and the squire cautiously regarded who was working behind that bar today. It wouldn't be worth it to have such a perfect seat if she were there. It would be impossible to find relaxation if that were the case. A cursory glance showed what seemed to be a new employee, or at least one which Orion was unfamiliar with. That was good enough for him. Striding over, the former physician claimed the seat as his own, motioning the bartender over. "Give me a pint of the special," he requested, slapping payment on the table. His transaction complete, Orion turned his focus out to the patrons of the Rearing Stallion. The music was lively, the people were happy, and the overall mood was jovial. The squire couldn't complain; it seemed all was well this day, with perhaps the only exception being a disagreement between the dart players. "Looks like the big guy over there is really not liking how that game is turning out," he mentioned aloud, leaning over to his right where a stranger sat. "Looks like he's had a bit too much to drink, as well. How long do you think it'll take before a punch is thrown?" Blue orbs shifted to fall fully upon the woman next to him. Long brunette hair, dark green-brown eyes, and a youthful complexion, which contrasted with the ale she consumed. She was young, but she must not have been terribly so, the way she seemed to be enjoying her drink. "What's your poison," he inquired, motioning to her mug. "It's wine for me, though the Stallion rarely has it in stock."

[Letixia Raigner]

Leti watched as the blue eyed man entered, came over and ordered. Immediately after noticing the blue eyes, she saw the scarring adorning one of them, registering him as a fighter. The sword with him confirmed the thought. When he spoke to her, she didn't turn toward him, simply watching the dart game. But she didn't snub him, "I'd imagine it difficult to stick a dart while drunk. I give it... two more turns, and he won't be the one to throw the first punch." She'd heard hm order the 'special' but she didn't know what that was exactly. But the man answered her own thought, so she returned in kind, "Lager for me. A silver says the little guy in the white shirt throws the first punch." Deciding a proper introduction was in order, she finally turned her head to her new partner. "The names Letixia Raigner, though most people just call me Leti. And you are?" After an exchange of pleasantries, at least on her part, she turned back to watch the darts game. The big man was throwing now, and finally managed to hit the bullseye, eliciting a large cheer from what she assumed to be his friends. The turns continued and the short man was up next. His shots weren't terrible, but weren't great either. She could hear heckling coming from the many onlooking men, and smiled, for boys never really grew up it seemed, only got bigger. The third and final man in the darts game threw, a plain faced, brown haired guy, quite forgettable in her opinion. He did about as well as anyone could playing, making it the big man's turn. "Well hopefully they let me finish my drink first before getting out of hand."