And a Bottle of Wine (OPEN)

[hrsegrl]

Elske took another swig from her wineskin... it was sadly, nearing emptiness. The poker game had ended about a candlemark agp but she couldn't justify not finishing her wine. Therefore she was drinking and singing rather obnoxiously. Her voice carrying down the hall, the song was a gaudy drinking song, one would here at a common pub but nothing that would be heard by those of the upper class.

She finished uncermeoniously and finished the skin. Her dragon thought she was being quite silly, Elske however, was celebrating. Today was the day she had transferred to Ponaa all those turns ago. It was her true home now and though she had loved Fort, Ponaa was more the Weyr for her.

The greenrider looked down at the skin sadly. Too many bad memories of fort, or why she had left. And to think she had actually thought the man had loved her to give up the love of a Goldrider. HAH! She wasn't falling for that ever again. Her emotions would never again be toyed with like that. She really would not become that blind by lust again for she believed love was simply a passing fancy among most men.

[brimstone81]

D'lon, stumbling from his drunken revalries, leaned against the wall nearest Elske. His buddies had decided to go to bed, but not D'lon! He wanted to keep drinking. D'lon didn't even know how he got to the rider's weyrs. Maybe to help him forget things such as love too. It had been a long time since he had a lover. Actually, Venaru was perhaps the only one that lasted more than a night. . . He had no such luck with the ladies recently. . . He, managed to get his hands on a few wineskins, and had two dangling from his neck. One had been drained a while ago, but the other was half full. His glazed eyes tried to focus on Elske, but failed, and he slumped to the floor, and giggled. Righting himself again, he stood a bit wobbly, and slurred, "'Ello there greenie, fine . . . uh . . . night tonight, eh?" He laughed slightly, and lifted his skin, "Drink with me! You can have some of mine if you want." He grinned stupidly. "Shouldn't a pretty woman like yourself be in the arms of some stud or another at this hour?" He knew she was older, and assumed that she, like all the other women he had met, was currently in a relationship with another man. Or that's what those women told him. He took a swig from his wine skin, and then offered it to her. "Mmmmmm. Take some. It's good fer you."

[hrsegrl]

She heard someone else coming down the hall and after poking her head out, noted he was drunk. Not that she was any better at this point. Noting that he had another skin, she smiled. More would certainly be welcome. Elske answered his invitation by taking a swig from his wine skin. "Men, oh I try not to stay involved with them too long. No one has claim on me but my dragon."

She was not speaking well herself. "Why would a young man such as yourself be looking for company?" In the alpha wing weyrs? She almost added but found herself not in the mood to open too personal a chat. The amn she had been thinking about was not all that different than the boy, who was now beside her.

[brimstone81]

"'hat's a good girlie!" The twenty-year-old grinned, "Men are absolute savages-take from me, I am one!" The greenrider took a swig and then wiped his mouth. He thought about it, he wondered if Tami would really like him doting on some other than her. He laughed at this, "Aye, and I think my pretty one might be jealous of a lover, meself!"

He watched her with glazed eyes, and stated matter-o-factly, "Well it be 'cause," he hiccuped, "'cause no one likes drinkin alone. My mates all went off their merry way, and seein' as though we were both here, I lost, and you lookin' lost, I thought I would share me wealth." He grinned, by this time he wasn't drinking the equivilent of any expensive chardonay, just some run-of-the mill wine.

[hrsegrl]

Elske took another swig of the wine and was definately losing a grip on reality. She was laughing as much as the drunker man next to her. "Too bad for them, they could have had ssome more wine...if thats what you call thiss." She handed the skin over to him.

"Why don't you come into my weyr, it'll be loads more comfortable. Who knows I might even be able to find something in my stash." She swayed, trying to stand. Giggling she held onto the wall. Her dark hair was quickly brushed aside by her hand.

[brimstone81]

The greenrider giggled too, "Price-" he hiccuped, "less idea, milady. And I prefer to call this vitner's piss!" ((hope you don't mind me using that word. . . I'll take it out if you guys want me too or if it doesn't censor.)) "You are a bright one! Lead one, my love-y-ly lady, I am more lost than a tunnel snake in the grass."

[hrsegrl]

(lol... no... I'm not exactly good at avoiding swear words...)
Smiling she opened the door to her weyr. Her own green was sleeping but she never minded any noise, like her rider she was a heavy sleeper. "Oh, good title. Lemme see if I can find something more tasty."

he spoke as she walked a bit less than straight through her doorway and into her weyr. She went around a corner and opened a cupboard. "Thats because you didn't have me to show you the way earlier." She spoke as she pulled out another wine skin.
"What say you to this?"She handed him the skin first. It was strong stuff. The type that could knoack you on your ass and have you ill for two days.

[brimstone81]

He leaned in the door way, grinning, "I reckon you're right, milady. Father always said that women were better with finding their way around... Right nice place, Elssske." He watched her fetch the wine skin, and walked to her, almost stumbling and knocking into her. "Oops, wouldn't want to damage such a nice wine, er, pouch." He licked his lips and reached for the skin, "I say, bring it on, milady greenrider. Let see what this whelp can do, eh?"

The twenty year old took a deep gulp and then gasped. It was rightful strong, and burned just a tad to a man who's had way too much. He managed to say, "Nice. That's easy goin' down, innit?"

[hrsegrl]

The wine may be getting to her head however she wasn't about to admit to it. Her enebriated friend seemed to be just as heartened by her find. Good. She liked drinking, perhaps more than she should. Elske could always find a reason to drink. Tonight was more of a pissed off and depressed drinking night. Not like usual, when she was out to have a good time.

"For a whelp you drink a lot." Her comment was a compliment, coming from her anyway. Men who couldn't drink as much as she could were weak. Isleith would disagree but then again, dragons didn't drink wine. "I'd say your a match for an old woman like myself..." Her grin wiped any hint of wrinkles from her face and though she condoned her age, many women looked better when they grew older.

"Do you play cards?" She asked suddenly. Dragon poker was one of her favorites but there were others that two people could play and she would play anything that involved betting.

[brimstone81]

"Gee thanks!" D'lon said heartily. He too enjoyed the drink. The effect of alcohal made him bolder, even though he was pretty outgoing with out it. He looked at Elske, she was a nice woman. A nice woman who likes to drink like him. He eyed her up and shook his head unbelieveingly, "You are not old, you are quite young to me!"

He had to keep steady so he stayed by the wall. D'lon looked at the fellow greenrider again. "I like card playing, but I don't have much marks on me."

[hrsegrl]

She giggled like a young girl for a moment. "Well its hard to tell by firelight, the good new is we ahve more wine and I don't have drills in the morning." She took the wine skin from him to take another swig. "No matter on the cards. Perhaps we can find another way to entertain ourselves."

Elske was normally even more jovial than this. Her depressing thoughts on certain men earlier that night had dampened her mood slightly but this young man was certainly brightening things back up again.

[brimstone81]

"Me neither!" He probably had some kind of chore but right now those were far from his mind. He'd worry about it in the morning when some one woke him up late. D'lon's head would be throbbing, but he wasn't gonna bother thinking about that, either. He was in the company of a woman who was a lot of fun. She was pretty, only ten turns his senior, and they had a lot in common. As far as the greenrider was concerned, he had to engagments the next morning.

"Yes I am sure we will." He arched his eyebrows playfully. He laughed lightly and then took the skin back. He took a gulp and then offered it to Elske, then pulling back at the last second to take another sip. He smiled at her and then really offered it to Elske. "Sorry 'bout that, couldn't resist, milady. Here you take all you want. I am quenched. . . for a little while anyway."

[hrsegrl]

Her eyes and hands had followed the skin when he teased her with it. Then she laughed freely and loudly. "No, no apologies... I don't like sharing my wine either." She took the skin a bit more possessively. She could finish this one off easily but she would also be too ill to do anything tomorrow. Decisions, decisions.

She gulped down a lot more wine. Elske was used to the normal reaction of the other men at the weyr. She drank fast and held her liquor better than most, especially better than most women. "I think you could have little bit more..." she urged him to. The wine would go to waste if they didn't drink it all now.

[brimstone81]

He looked at her through the corners of his eyes and for a second looked like he was going to refuse. D'lon turned suddenly and took the wine skin with great want. He drank heartily, was he going to let Elske out do him? The drunken youth wiped his mouth, but as a gentleman offered her the last few drops-quite literally. He wasn't one for thinking about his consequences too much ahead of time-especially since he was thoroughly plowed. "Here, save the best for last, Elske, drink up."

D'lon was pretty impressed, he squinted at her, he knew of no woman who could, or would, drink like that. He liked that in a woman. He finally brought himself to give the wineskin up to Elske. "Here you are."

[hrsegrl]

Without a moment to lose she drank the rest of the contents of the skin. Sadly, she put the skin down. Finishing was a sorrowful event but it often meant she was about to be very very giddy. One hand pushed back her dark hair the other steadied her as she stood. The younger man, who had seemed as eager as she to finish the drink was probably more drunk than she was. She had no doubt she would be waking up with the worst headache in a long long while.

Smiling at him winningly, she added, "You are doing well... not many can keep up with my pace when drinking..." It was a compliment. She was no doubt about to become overly flirtatious as was usual and then she would be either hyper or exhausted..