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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Mar 3, 2008 21:26:42 GMT
[definitely an Oakonas thread..]
The Tavern was, for once, mostly empty. There were a couple beasts in the corners..both sleeping, one or two others who appeared to be mostly awake, and one squirrel up by the bar, downing a beverage of some type in a glass.
This one had golden fur, and was dressed in flamboyantly expensive orange-and-red silk. He'd tied a turban tightly around his head, like a Saracen, for unknown reasons. One gets the feeling it's just his normal headgear.
For a while, the squirrel stared into space. Then he called another drink..the bartender brought it with a faint scowl and a mutter. Now he stared sadly at the drink, brown eyes reflecting the firelight.
"Nothing t' be done. I drink 'lone anyways."
That drink was gone pretty quickly, too.
"Ah..what's th' use? Fool girl ain't gonna be here..she ain't that much of a fool."
"Righ'?"
He didn't call for another, but one was brought to him anyway, along with a mutter. This time the words, 'pay tab' were audible. The squirrel didn't reply, but instead turned around to see if there was someone to talk to. Clearly, he was in a philosophical or at least mildly upset mood, and required someone to spill his various troubles to.
His eyes roamed around the room slowly..
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Post by Oakrose & Crew on Mar 3, 2008 22:47:12 GMT
*Oakrose sighed. She was sitting alone in a corner, thinking. She'd done a lot of thinking lately, and, like tonight, there was usually a glass of wine or even a beer involved. But, tonight she wasn't as sad and chose a mulled gluwine. Looking into the glass, she realized that she was fading. Not as happy as she used to be. Then Oakrose looked up, and her eyes met his...*
OOC: Sorry if it's short, gotta go really quick.
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Mar 3, 2008 23:02:47 GMT
Lonas paused for a moment, blinked once or twice, and turned around. For a moment, he stared at the glass on the bar in front of him.
"Fool girl is a fool. Aye?"
"Aye."
The golden squirrel glanced back over his shoulder and frowned a bit.
Yeah, it was Oakrose. He hadn't been sure for a moment there. First of all, the other squirrel almost never visited his favorite haunts. And second of all, the other squirrel always never visited the Tavern. At least, not that he remembered.
Not that he was remembering much at all recently.
Well, okay. He'd give this a shot..again. Start over. Turn back all those pages.
What was after those pages?
A drunk, gold-furred squirrel, sitting in the Whispering Willow at midnight. Alright then.
Lonas mumbled his 'I drink alone' rule to himself again, collected his glass from the bar, and half-wandered, half-staggered over to where the other squirrel sat. The glass went down on the table, and, without further ado, Lonas followed it to a chair across from the other. He didn't miss - a testament to his skill in 'sitting while stewed.'
"Good even', Miss Oakrose. An' how are ye t'night?"
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Post by Oakrose & Crew on Mar 4, 2008 0:10:17 GMT
*Oakrose stared as Lonas came over. How drunk is he?!? God, I hope this doesn't end too badly. Her vocabulary was small, because her mind wasn't as clear as it could be either. Smiling into her glass, she ponders the question. Then, the red squirrel looks into the brown eyes and voices her thoughts.*
Well, I guess I'm doin' okay. I mean, life's got its pro's and con's, y'know?
*She grins a bit.*
Rippla's gone for a little while, and Clearstream's back, but... Mayyie's leavin' soon, Darron's dead, Piney's dead, my parents are dead, and we're on the brink of disaster here.
*Oakrose looks at the golden squirrel and shrugs her shoulders slightly. And I'm not sure what's goin' on with us. She swigs her gluwine and sits quietly, tensely.*
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Post by Lettuceleaf on Mar 4, 2008 0:35:59 GMT
**The half-drunk mole behind Lettuceleaf gave a loud, disrupting snore, and the hare awoke abruptly. Blinking, the hare looked around blearily. Ah yes, he was in the tavern. The hare stood shakily; although he was not by any means an alchoholic, he might have downed one too many mugs of October Ale before he nodded off. His head pounded something dreadful, too. Lettuceleaf made a mental note to visit the tavern less frequently.**
**It was a sleepy night in the Whispering Willow, it seemed; there were little creatures about, and those that were were drinking and sleeping quietly to themselves. Except for the mole, who was still snoring obtrusively, and a couple of squirrels (OOC: They're squirrels, right? Sorreh.) who seemed to be having a muddled, tense conversation. The hare sidled up to the counter; he couldn't help but listen in. The hare was a horrible eavesdropper, endlessly curious. He would probably end up being caught and starting a fight with the male squirrel, but oh well.**
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Mar 4, 2008 0:39:53 GMT
Lonas stares down into his glass, licks his lips, and continues what appears to be half play, half serious.
"Aye, well, I'm doing okay m'self."
He takes a sip of the glass..it holds a clear golden liquid, and smells pretty bad. Most likely it's gin.
It takes a moment for the squirrel to think up something else to say. When he does speak again, it comes out flatly, a statement of fact.
"I loves ye, y'know."
Lonas shrugs.
"Ain't nothing I c'n do now."
He continues staring at the glass, shaking it slightly so the liquid inside spins around a bit. He doesn't appear to be embarrased, just waiting for a response of some kind..one gets the feeling that what it is won't bother him particularly either.
Someone snores loudly nearby; Lonas tilts an ear in that direction. After a moment, he appears to decide that it doesn't matter and returns his attention to the depths of his glass of gin.
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Post by Lettuceleaf on Mar 4, 2008 0:46:22 GMT
**Lettuceleaf winced. The squirrel, whoever he was, seemed to be well-wasted on gin and ale and lovesick to the extreme. stupid creatures get turned down once by a half-attractive female and high-tail it down to the local bar to destroy their entire lives. The hare could not help but roll his eyes sardonically behind the squirrel's back.**
OOC: Short post, yes. But I feel like RPing and there's not much else to write whilst waiting for Oakrose t'post.
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Post by Oakrose & Crew on Mar 4, 2008 1:10:13 GMT
OOC: That is exactly what I think my BFF's ex is gonna do any day....
BIC:
*She smiles at Lonas, but the kind of smile she would give Soilrose or Terragon. The squirrel almost chokes on a mouthful of her wine. The distant-looking green eyes seem to zone out. Everything goes blank in her mind. Swallowing the ale, Oakrose splutters confusedly.*
Lonas? Wh't did you say?
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Mar 4, 2008 11:45:36 GMT
OOC: Congrats bro..you just described Lonas in two sentences or less!
Although he was mostly always drunk before, because the collective Eales are alchoholics.
BIC:
Lonas doesn't reply for a moment..evidently, he's either forgotten what he said before, or didn't really register that Oakrose had said anything. It also takes a moment for him to move on. This suggests that he isn't really keeping track of the conversation.
"'Tis done now."
That appears to be mostly to himself. The squirrel stops contemplating his gin and appears to focus on Oakrose, somewhat blearily.
"'Rose...it ain't all gone well. I'd go fer another chance a' this..y'know I woul'. If ye're willin'..o' course."
He flicks the edge of his glass with a claw.
"But 'Rose..Rippla want'd me t' tell ye: If ye've got any sense, don' take th' chance. 't ain't a gamble ye'll win easy."
He shrugs and finishes the gin, then sits, smiling in a rather hopeful way.
Something pinged inside his well-bar-trained mind..a 'you're being made fun of' alarm, something that had served well before. Lonas considered turning around and looking behind him, but didn't..either he was too lazy, or just didn't care.
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Post by Oakrose & Crew on Mar 5, 2008 0:57:20 GMT
*Oakrose sighs, then puts her head in her paws. She seems to be thinking as hard as she could through the gluwine. Then moving her paws from covering her face to her temples, she stares the the glass in front of her. Darron just..... but Lonas just..... whatcha you gonna do, girl? Suddenly, she allows herself to smile as she looks at Lonas.*
Well, I've said it b'fore, and I'll gladly say it now: screw Rippla. I... I, well, uh, sur'. Yes, Lonas. I don't mind gamblin' sometimes, 'specially with you.
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Mar 5, 2008 11:42:41 GMT
Lonas smiles..not relieved, more just pleased. "Tha's my girl."
He glances around..his eyes fall on a clock over the bar, the only one in the entire village except for a broken one in the Apothecary. It reads: 12:45.
He blinks at it a moment, sighs, and tosses back the rest of the gin.
"Looks t' me like I ought' be 'ome..got lo's t' do t'morro'."
Again.
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Post by Oakrose & Crew on Mar 5, 2008 22:37:14 GMT
*Oakrose allows herself to smile as well. Good. She was back on her feet, back to normal. Well, sort of kinda. The squirrel follows Lonas's gaze to the clock. Pushing back her chair, the maiden begins putting on a cloak.*
Yeah, I should probably be gettin' back 'ome too. S'late, and Ice and Frost don't let us sleep in that much. I'll.... um..... see you t'morrow, s'pose.
*She finishes tying the cloak and leaves three crystal shards on the table. Lifting her hood, she grins again. This was the first time in a while that the remaining Royalbrush had allowed herself to feel giddy. Oakrose walks slowly away, and not just because she didn't want to leave the warmth of the Tavern.*
Bye, Lonas.
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Post by Lettuceleaf on Mar 6, 2008 1:04:53 GMT
**Lettuceleaf sighs and slumps his head. Young, lovesick creatures could be so foolish sometimes. Didn't the squirrels realize that this talk would only result in a rekindling, and that in turn would get them both burnt? The hypocritical hare had always tried to stay out of relationships, himself; better to be surrounded by friends than to have one swaying relationship. Still, the broken squirrel, Lonas, seemed to need some comforting. Shifting from his own stool to another, he patted him on the back.**
I couldn't help but eavesdrop, my drunken friend, and I sense some hard times.
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Mar 6, 2008 13:00:10 GMT
"'Night, Rose."
Lonas watched the other squirrel go, somewhat blankly. For a moment, he looked like he might stand up, but changed his mind and sat again.
I couldn't help but eavesdrop, my drunken friend, and I sense some hard times.
Lonas turned to study the hare, rather blearily.
"Aye, jus' a few here an' there. Nothin' too bad."
"Buy ye a drink?"
He really ought to be getting home..but it should never be said that Lonas Eale passed up a drink and a conversation.
OOC: Actually, Lonas is in his early thirties..so not exactly young by anyone's standards.
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Post by Lettuceleaf on Mar 7, 2008 0:35:29 GMT
OOC: Ah. Sorry. I'm not too familiar with all the new charries yet.
BIC: **Giving the squirrel a warm smile, Lettuceleaf shifted in his seat.**
"Buy ye a drink?"
ah, I can pay for my own beverages, my jolly good man. Thanks for the bally offer, though.
**Turning to the bartender, who was politely pretending to ignore the dramatic conversation that had just taken place, he put down his order.**
Strawberry cordial, please. Thank you, sah.
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