Completed [The Rearing Stallion] You and your merry making

[Fallon]

13th Spring 513AV
Evening, 21st Bell

The Rearing Stallion was just as it always was. Lively with the hum of the travelling bards filling the air, of drink and cheer. And little else. The people were happy, enjoying the light hearted atmosphere the best they could. Or at least, that was the case for most of them. Fallon had slid into the bar just as the 6th bell rang out, creeping in before the crowds beat her to a good location. She wasted no time in selecting the poison of the night, and as the intention was to just simply drown herself she picked the cheapest option. Ale. Her first mug was finished quickly, and the second shortly followed afterwards. The odd eyebrow was raised here and there, but the other patrons remained silent.

Drink had consumed Fallon, and its hold had held onto her for a good few bells now. Or perhaps more correctly, the thoughts and notions of it had taken hold since the events of the day before. It haunted her mind with worry, and her own deep built frustration that she had allowed herself to get caught. And so, Fallon turned her attention to drink in an attempt to burry those feelings. A futile attempt. For the more the liquid fell upon her lips, did she dive deeper into her own sense of despair. And her words became thick, heavy slurs. It did not mean that she was incapable of conversation; it just meant that if she was to speak there would be a very high chance of it being nonsense. Not that it bothered her as she was wrapped up in her foggy mind.

Placed in a corner, Fallon had drunk heartily already that night. Her weaponry she had left once more in the dormitories, along with Orvin. It was not that she did not want the company of the pup; it was more that she need some time to herself. She paid, Ale flowed and she simply drunk until a collection of mugs sat there, and her dizzy head simply rested upon the table top. A state of defeat beneath the fist of alcohol. Not that she was going to stop this drinking any time soon. She needed to forget, just for a little while. Her hand grabbed at the empty mug as she stared bleary eyed into its depths, her cheeks already flushed red. As one of the barmaids came past she grabbed her attention with a wave before simply pointing down at the mug.
“’nother pleases?” she gave a hiccup before lowering the empty mug. She watched the barmaid shake her head, before returning chimes later with another mug filled to the brim. Fallon simply gave a dopey smile before staring intently at it. A shaking hand grasped at it and she made herself rise to meet it, her arm trembling as she tried to lift it. She failed, and so simply placed the mug back down and allowed herself to come to terms with the drink.

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[Aleric]

Oh, it was a fine evening in Syliras tonight for Aleric. Of couse if his brother found out where he was going this fine night then he would likely not be pleased, but hey you couldn't please everyone. Besides Ser Geleron had granted him permission to go into the city this evening, a very rare gift from the old man but one the squire was grateful for.

The Rearing Stallion, it has been quite sometime, Aleric thought as he came up to the door of the well known tavern.

It had indeed been a while for the young squire, nearly a season. That was mostly due to Geleron and his brother's intense training regimen. Actually intense was a little too nice to describe how his brother trained squires, Aleric was fairly certain that if the Grand Master himself was forced to undergo Rolands regimen he would ban it city wide.

Well tonight Aleric intended to get a hot meal in his belly and maybe even partake in some wine. Maybe even flirt with a few ladies. Tonight was for enjoyment as there would be more hell with his brother tomorrow.

The young squire had opted to wear his scale mail tonight and brought along his sword, more for showing off to any ladies here tonight than anything else. He might be terrible when it came to swordplay but they didn't know that.

The young Squire stepped inside, his face already had a wide and stupid grin plastered all over it. He quickly took a seat at a nearby table and waved over a very cute bar maid. He flashed her his most charming smile.

"Hello there, I'd like a glass of wine and the finest meal you've got here." The squire said, producing the money from his coin purse and handing it to the woman.

"Feel free to pull up a chair youself, I wouldn't mind getting to know you better fair maid." He added with a suggestive wink.

The woman gave him a dirty look and hurried off to carry out his order. Aleric sighed, well you win some you lose some, he thought with some amusement.

His smile was far more content as he leaned back in his chair, ignoring the slight pain from his buises as he did. He had a feeling that this was going to be a good night.

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[Hadyn Skellig]

Already the 21st bell and she wasn't even properly drunk yet. For shame, Hadyn mused. She'd been here a good two and a half bells as it was, drinking steadily to relieve her mind of the horrid day. A nasty welt arced from the inside of her left wrist to the elbow, a furious scarlet only bells old. Potentially her own damn fault (though who was there to accuse her of her own stupidity once the booze sunk in). Regardless, it pained her to do anything useful with the arm.

Dark hair was wrapped into a loose and hasty chignon, strands freed after bells of sitting and repositioning. Her brown eyes bore the haze of inebriation, though she managed to keep herself sitting upright. She was dressed for the smithy, tan britches marred with flashes of ash, the leather vest over a grey chemise partially untied at her collarbone. Nothing immodest as far as the tavern was concerned.

Hadyn leaned back against the chair, her gaze settling on the young (attractive) man who'd entered not a few moments ago. A squire by the looks of him. Leaning forward and resting her forearms on her knees, she glanced at the girl nearby who was likewise drinking herself stupid. Though they hadn't yet spoke, Hadyn felt a kinship with lady as only a drunk could.

"I'd shag him," Hadyn declared nonchalantly to her companion, nodding to the vague location of the newcomer. Though it wasn't much of an introduction, the woman was quite beyond niceties. Both ladies were inebriated and were similarly situated to view the man in question. Unaware of how loud her voice was, Hadyn sat up to take another sip of the increasingly disappearing alcohol. Refills were needed soon.

[Fallon]

Fallon turned her eyes up to the woman, and then let them slide across the room to the man she was talking of. For a moment she simply stared, and watched the man settle himself down at a table. Her eyes narrowed at him as her mind tried to take in the shapes of features. Not that it really registered in her mind, she was past the stage of being able to hold onto information for too long anyway. And so Fallon turned her head to the woman. It was clear by her expression that she was clearly intoxicated, then again so was the other. On what level however was a mystery.

Fallon cocked an eyebrow, and spoke with a slight slur on her tongue, “Real’? Yer woul’?” Her eyes returned to the man and then back to the woman. Had Fallon been more sober she would of no doubt simply ignored the woman and kept her thoughts to herself. But she was not, and so she simply answered her own opinion.
“Not my type,” she said as she shook her drunken head, before raising a hand and twirling a finger around her jaw line “No… no beard, stubble, thin’. ‘nd looks ah bit… baby like.”

Or, at least in her opinion. It was at that point that Fallon hiccupped and felt the alcohol bubble away in her. Not that it seemed to be a concern right now, for as soon as she spoke she turned her attention once more to the mug and lifted it to her lips. There was silence from her as she heartily drunk, and if other words were spoken she was unaware of them. All that mattered was the taste of ale and a temporary relief of her worries. She released a sigh when she had taken a fair share of the mug, before slowly nodding to the woman once more.
“Fallon’s the nam’, and drinkin’ is the game,” she spoke again before lowering the mug once more to the table top.

[Aleric]

Aleric was busy looking around the tavern, looking for a group to join for the night. He alway found it rather easy to slide into a group, opening with a good joke, or in the case of a pretty lady shameless flirting. He was far more personable than his dutiful elder brother, and usually found a way to make people warm up to him quickly. Unfortunately there didn't look to be many interesting individuals here tonight, a table of drunkards there a group of gamblers here, nothing too promising.

The young squire could try his luck with the barmaid when she came around again, but after recieving her disgusted look he figured that any chances with her would be slim at best. Still Aleric took it in stride, plenty of other beautiful fish in the sea, as he always said. He continued to look around until his eyes fixed onto a couple of tables not too far away.

There were two woman at them, both nursing drinks rather closely. One woman had smooth pale skin and mixed hair with some spots appearing dark and others light. She had a certain attractiveness about her that he found appealling, not classically beautiful but a calming sort of beauty. The other had lightly tanned skin, rich mahogany hair, and an athletic build. Another beauty, this one far more obvious to the average person.

They were glancing at each other, maybe they knew each other. Whatever the case was Aleric was fond of seizing oppertunities when they came his way.

Besides since there are two of them there is more of a chance one will appreciate my charms. The squire thought as he rose.

He could always wave the barmaid over to here if they actually let him sit with them, if they did not... well he would try the barmaid again.

He sauntered over to the pair of nice looking ladies, a flirt already ready at his lips. He prefered a more up front display of affection to subtle hints, it was just so much more fun.

"Oh my, I am struck by not only one vision but two! Truely your combined beauty has left me blind." Aleric said, glancing at both women, his trade mark cavalier smile planted firmly on his face.

"I do hope you will have pity on this humble blind servant and allow me to join in your radiant company. Surely you would not be so cruel to send a blind man away." The squire's eyes glinted with mirth.

He enjoyed overly dramatic entrances, they alway brought some amusement to him as he imagined it was how his brother would speak to a woman he liked. The only difference being that Roland would probably be serious about doing it, while Aleric was never very serious.

[Hadyn Skellig]

Hadyn nodded at the woman's assessment, chewing on the toothpick she'd found while her companion was speaking. Her brows knitted together as she listened, eyes captured on the fellow in question. A few moments passed until the blacksmith realized the woman introduced herself. Spitting the sliver of wood into the darkness, the brunette took a quick drink.

"Hadyn," she responded with a nondescript grin, her head lolling sideways to catch Fallon in her gaze as she set the mug of the table. "Drinkin's a good game," she concurred with a serious nod. Before she could expand upon this statement, a figure shadowed the light. Turning from Fallon, Hadyn stared dumbly at the young man they'd so recently observed. He greeted them with a finely delivered speech that likely worked on lasses half her age. The young man had a silver tongue but he was among women tonight, not girls.

"If you're to drink with us," the blacksmith waved a hand at Fallon, including the woman before she could agree to it, "y'best cut the flattery. Doesn't become of ye and it'll do nothin' to get into our knickers. Ought to save that for the bar girls."

It wasn't quite the admonishment it sounded like, but rather a suggestion. There was an empty seat at Hadyn's small table and she glanced at it, hoping the stranger would take the cue. He was younger than she first assumed, now that he stood before her. Fallon was right, it seemed - he was young and fresh faced. Not that it mattered too much in her inebriated state. She cocked a loose smile to the newcomer, draping her arm over the back of her chair as she leaned back.

"This here's Fallon," she canted her head to her new friend, "and I'm Hadyn. Hopefully you'll grace us with better moves than you presented just now." She offered him an encouraging wink, finding slight amusement in the challenge. Perhaps he could bring a little fun to Hadyn and Fallon. If not, at least she'd made one friend that night.

[Fallon]

The man stood, came over, and talked. What came out however was the voice of a man trying to charm. What Fallon thought however, was completely different. She heard his words, a low drunken chuckle escaping from her lips. And when Hadyn’s comment came out, she simply gave a drunken smirk at the young man.
“She’s got that right,” she gave a nod “Flattery get’s you nowhere. Ner does dressing up in yer entire… clank.”
Fallon’s drunken eyes focused upon the scale mail as she said that, briefly dipped down to the sword, before back up to his face. It was only pure focus and pouring in all her concentration that she managed to register the armour and the sword. She leaned forward on the table, her hand resting under her chin for support as her eyes slowly began to take things in.

It was the curse of being intoxicated, the mind found it harder to focus upon things and needed to continuously look back. She gave a small nod at the mention of her name, her free hand now finding itself once more wrapped around the mug. Whatever the man chose was his choice to make, she was indifferent. Even when sober, she was indifferent.
“Better moves…” she shook her head “Maybe he’s a sword talker instead of a lady talker,” She inclined her head at the article she was on about, before turning her head to Hadyn “Or… maybe he just wears it like he does with the clank.”
Fallon gave a shrug. Her intoxicated mind was poor at deciding things currently, so it was safe to say anything went. To a degree at least. If someone put the wrong move on her and she would let them know very quickly. She lifted her mug and drunk from it once more, her eyes glancing over the rim, watching ever carefully. Or at least the best she could in her state.

[Aleric]

Aleric was not overly despondent at the women had thought his advances less than adequate, it was the fact that they had not sent him away that was important. He did note however that they were quite inebriated, which brought something of a mental sight to his mind, he was not fond of trying to charm drunken ladies into bed. Whatever else others may think of him he was honorable in his own childish way. Still that did not mean that he couldn't take them up on their offer to sit with them.

His cavalier smile still in place he took the seat opposite of the Hadyn, noting the slight flush to her cheeks.

"Ah well, all that dramatic speech probably works better for my brother. The name is Aleric Leoric, Squire and soon to be knight of Syliras at your service." He said by way of introduction.

He took Fallon's jibe about his armor and skill with a blade in stride, a ready reply on his lips.

"I am horrible with a sword as you suggest, however I much prefer a spear anyway. It possesses certain advantage such as, ah reach and penetration." He joked in a suggestive tone.

Aleric felt like he could get a bit of fun here tonight, even if his expectations were now lowered to just joking conversation with two women. He glanced over to the bar maid who bore his food and waved her over. She placed the steaming food before him and set a cup of red wine down to the side of the plate before hurrying off. If the young squire got nothing else tonight at least he would have warm food in his belly.

[Hadyn Skellig]

Hadyn fell silent, appearing almost contemplative. Aleric took the proffered seat as the barmaid brought his supper. Ignoring her own hunger at the sight of the warm food the blacksmith turned her attention to Fallon. The lady was several years her junior, likely more in the age range of their male companion. She was a quiet sort of pretty that took men by surprise but kept them longer than most of the simpleton girls running about the place. Although well on her way to a wicked hang over, Fallon seemed to have wit to her name and the confidence necessary to make it in this city.

Aleric on the other hand was a fair bit more difficult to read. Based on his introductions he was a boy looking to score a pretty bedmate. But his indifference to their sharp reproaches suggested he too held enough mettle to stand his own. He was young but charming. He would win some woman's heart without much fight.

She took a slow sip from the mug, her eyes focused on nothing in particular. She felt suddenly out of place. Perhaps it was all the alcohol and young folk. The brunette adjusted her chair so Aleric had a better view of Fallon. Hesitating before she set the earthenware on the table, Hadyn looked to the Squire, a slight smile pulling the corner of her mouth.

"Well then," she began after a moment, casting a glance at Fallon. "Seems you can handle your own, Ser Aleric. How soon are you to be a Knight?"

[Zandas Rex]

13th Spring 513AV
Evening, 21st Bell

Zandas decided that walking the streets at night brooding was doing his mind no good, and he needed the warm of a good fire and a good ale to calm him and better his mood. He open the doors of the rearing stallion and walked inside. To his relief it was warm, but not to loud, as heavily populated venues made him nervous.

He made his way to a table in the corner of the smoke tainted room, summoned a bar maid over and ordered a mug of fine ale and was soon sat staring into its foamy depths contemplating the day. 'I think the main problem at the moment is i'm bored' he mused to himself, ' i have far to much time on my hands to indulge my foul moods'. With a heavy sigh he lifted the mug to his dry lips and took a long deep swig, setting the mug down with a satisfied 'ahhh'.