[The Drunken Fish] In such a night as this (Azcan)

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[The Drunken Fish] In such a night as this (Azcan)

Postby Dovey on September 26th, 2018, 1:55 am

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It was a wild night. Rain thrummed down on the roof and on the stones of the street, enveloping the tavern in its insistent noise. Patrons unwrapped themselves from heavy coats as they came in, hunched against the weather, water streaming from the ends of their beards. Those without coats slouched sullenly in corners and shivered, nursing their ales.

Dovey was bone dry, save for the soles of her boots which squished through the shallow puddles dotting the floor. Impossible to mop the place up, though Manowar had tried, early in the season when the rainstorms had just begun. He'd brandished dishcloths at barmaids like weapons, growling about his guests not wanting to drink at the bottom of a lake, but he'd had to give up a good while ago; whenever the front door opened, in came the wet once more.

Dovey didn't mind. It all reminded her of home - the sound of the storm outside, the puddles within, even the water invading the seams of her boots to pool about her toes. But everybody else seemed to be of a different opinion, and she trod still more lightly than usual around the customers, many of whom were as snappish as wet cats.

She tried to stick near the bar, generally a safer location if a fight broke out, because you could get your back to something or duck behind the counter if you had to. But if someone from the middle of the floor called out to you, well, you could either go and serve them or you could risk them getting angry. Dovey would prefer to let her current black eye fade before she got herself another.

She had just returned from one of these trips, bearing a rather large tray - now thankfully empty - with her. She held it out across the bar, and Cira the bartender took it quite hastily from her hands, shoving it onto a shelf behind her before turning back toward the three irritable-looking customers jostling each other for space at the end of the counter. Dovey took a few steps away; she would really rather not get involved in that situation, and from what she knew of Cira, the bold young woman was more than competent enough to handle it herself. Instead Dovey went to the bar's opposite end, situating herself out of the way of traffic, and looked for somebody safe to serve nearby.


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[The Drunken Fish] In such a night as this (Azcan)

Postby Azcan on September 27th, 2018, 8:53 pm

Rest suffused the drummer with a renewed vigor, his body replenished over the course of a day and a half, the life of a musician for the Bolt Hole certainly taking its toll. However, Azcan was young and could bear it, so long as he need not wake before dusk if sleep required it of him. Free as a bird the drummer rose from his bed, neglecting his shirt but changing out of the breeches he wore to bed. He'd replace them and his undergarments with a new set before he threw the strap for his drums over his shoulder. The sudden movement had his back collide with the surface. The sound echoed through the drum, a strange tap that was far louder for the instrument's nature. Azcan paid it no mind and emerged from his bedroom.

The weather outside continued to be abysmal, giving the drummer little desire to move out of the Drunken Fish. All of the pleasures of the world were available to him here, and the drummer was eager to scale the staircase. The drummer looked to his left, finding the familiar face of the dealer he'd spent nearly a score of days before. He winked at the woman, who disguised her trade with a gaggle of intoxicated companions. They laughed and chatted, with the drummer placing a pair of gold mizas on the table before stepping away.

The tablets hailed from the Bolt Hole, but on the nights he didn't go to work he found his desire for them even stronger. Drugs were the spice of life and transported Azcan into worlds of pleasure he'd never have known otherwise. The drummer closed in on the bar, taking his seat as he used the force exerted from index fingertip and his thumb. It crushed the fragile tablet, turning it to dust along the length of his thumb. He carefully raised his hands to his nostrils. He inhaled deeply, letting the dust seep into his mucus membrane and flow into his blood from thereon. The drugs hit his brain almost immediately, the man collapsing against the wooden surface of the bar. Chuckles escaped his lips in volume, tremors shaking through his extremities as the utter bliss of intoxication poured through him. Azcan rose to his feet, easy laughter continuing to flow forth before he hailed the nearest barmaiden.

Azcan's lips were parted, his eyes wide, fully brandishing the sight of his over-sized pupils, born from his indulgence. Light brown eyes flared with delight, his gaze fixed on the sight of the woman. Whether or not she'd answer his call was yet to be seen, however he took the moment for an indulgence of a different sort. Azcan admired the woman from afar, unable to see the bruised eye she brandished while she was turned. She wasn't particularly striking to the eye, but there was a pull of the unknown about her. Or perhaps, it was because the drummer already knew the rest of Manowar's staff, to varying degrees. This woman he'd not yet met and the fact of it fascinated the drummer.

Amusement curled upon his features as his intoxicated mind threw an idea into thought. He didn't consider it further, but instead tapped into the power of Ionu's gnosis. He pulled illusions and thrust them into the barmaid's mind. He'd have a chill pour down her spine, the sensation paired with the movement of nails along the flesh of her forearms. He visualized the sensations and licked his lips, curious to see what his little ploy might result in.
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[The Drunken Fish] In such a night as this (Azcan)

Postby Dovey on October 8th, 2018, 12:32 am

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In the general murmur of the tavern, the sound of the laughing addict was so commonplace as to fade immediately from notice. Dovey's eyes passed over him, saw him shaking in the grip of his drug, and moved on as easily as from an element of the scenery. It was only when he rose and called to her that his existence began to be alarming.

She assessed him again, this time as someone she would have to speak to. Trembling body, erratic, his face open and suffused with wild delight. Still he laughed, and eyed her brazenly. Her own gaze was cautious, indirect, as she turned and began to move towards him. She mustn't risk upsetting him, though high as he was, he might not have noticed if she had stared straight back.

Her skin prickled uncomfortably beneath his eyes. She wished he would find something else to look at, though of course the vagiks who drank here found nothing so fascinating as -

Someone was stroking her arms!

Dovey spun round, stumbling, a cold, disgusted shudder trailing down her back with disconcerting strength. Who was there? But her eyes found only empty space where there should have been someone standing, still withdrawing his hands perhaps from their sudden encroachment upon her. The unexpected absence disturbed her - for she knew she hadn't imagined that touch. She stood frozen, hands raised in an uncertain posture of defense as her eyes tracked back and forth, her mind struggling to process the conflicting messages she was receiving from her senses.

No one approached her from any unseen cranny; no one leered at her confusion. A wiry sailor shoved past her, tired of waiting for her to move, and gave her a filthy look over her shoulder. Dovey met his eyes and was roused from her bewilderment with a start. The addict - he was still waiting to be served.

She turned back towards him, picking her way over to his end of the bar and stepping tentatively to his side. "What can I get you, sir?" she asked, her voice as sure and steady as she could make it. The addict's demeanor might unnerve her, but she wouldn't make that obvious to him if she could help it.


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