Closed [The Rearing Stallion]The Meet[Evora]

[Solamon Tienfre]

11th of Autumn, 512AV He had heard of the Rearing Stallion, a tavern that didn’t really have fights. Obviously not a very good tavern then because if people were not drunk enough to wreak havoc on said tavern then it must not be well populated but as he walked in he noted there were plenty of knights and remembered this city was ‘protected’. He snorted loudly, the people here might as well be corpses following orders. But ale was ale no matter where you went and he could use some ale. This city and all its rules were beginning to make him very irritable. And those damned knights. He sneered, his hate was mostly superficial, they were given free things while he was not. That is not to say he didn’t like his job, Solamon enjoyed his profession a little too much actually. Looking around he moved towards a table near the center that had least amount of people strangely enough and raised his arm to get service. The barmaid came quickly and he gave her a turn of his lips, “A gallon of ale if you have it, if not two mugs to start.” It didn’t matter to him either way and he pulled out the necessary amount and flicked it to the young woman. “We’ve got a gallon, I’ll be right back with it. Will you be wanting a cup?” “No, I was thinking I could use my hands.” The woman looked torn between a hosts smile and frown, unsure as to whether he was trying to make a joke or not but the answer became clear when he scowled and waved his hand to shoo her away. Honestly, a stupid question deserved a stupid answer. Beside him on of the older patrons scolded him for his behavior but him simply stared at the old man until he looked away. He was he to drink not make friends with every drunkard in the damned tavern. Then again he maybe would find someone to take home if he kept his mouth shut, he always got more compliments then. Receipt : -2SM from ledger for ale

[Evora]

Evora sat in the bar at her usual spot in the corner where she could watch everyone and their dealings. She watched as a young man walked into the tavern. He wore a fine dress suit which long since had been considered "fine" and his dark hair was dreaded and pulled back. But it wasn't his faded apparel that caught her eye. It was the casual manner in which he tossed money at the bar maid. And by the looks of it, it was no small amount of ale he had ordered. Surely there was a pocket to pick here?

Evora strode across the room to the strangers table and perched herself on the edge of it, "Don't look so morbid Sir. Your sad frown caught my eye from across the room. I wonder, would you have me dance? Or perhaps sit down for a drink and lend an ear? Which would stir a smile?" She gave him her most winning smile. She was no temptress and knew full well that she possessed no skills of seduction but she had watched countless other women in the tavern flutter their eye lashes for a drink or coin and that would have to do.

He was scarcely a man she could see in his face but there was an old wisdom to him. His eyes sat too close together and his entire demeanor was dark. She didn't intend to bask in his presence a moment longer than necessary.

[Solamon Tienfre]

“What would win my smile?” he smirked, “You turning and going back the way you came is what would win my smile.” The barmaid returned with his ale and a glass, thanking him for his patronage and nearly skipping away. His gaze flicked back to the red-head and then his drink with a knowing smile. Pouring himself a mug he swallowed in heavy gulps, appraising the other in an obvious manner before slamming his cup down and refilling the mug. “Or maybe you just wanted a drink?” but he could guess what she wanted. It seemed woman were no less desperate in any city. Too bad she wasn’t his type, he doubted he was hers either. “Well, are you going to sit and drink or you going to go bug another man for a drunken dance?” It was blunt and he had seen no reason not to call her on her bluff. There was nothing about him that screamed friendly, rich or even attractive, he was getting pretty soft in the belly and this drink wouldn’t help that much. But Solamon didn’t actually expect her to drink, he wasn’t really paying her any heed. His goal at the moment was to see if his spent miza would magically be waiting for him at the bottom of the gallon, proving it was money well spent. Grabbing the mug he made to take another swig, noting with some amusement that the other patrons had scurried from the table after the red-heads and his conversation.

[Evora]

Never had she been so insulted. He had hardly given her a second look as he dismissed her. In the same breath he had invited her to sit for a drink and Evora, for once, was left unsure what to do. Was it worth the effort of sitting down and talking with the insulting man so she could gently slide her hand into his pocket to dig around for coin that may or may not be there? Or should she just leave? She didn't enjoy surrounding herself with disrespectful men, but then again she'd rather steal from a man she hate than from a man she grew fond of. There was no danger of that happening here.

So she sat. She was sure it would surprise the youth and that put a smirk on her face. She waved over a bar maid informing her she would be joining the "kind" gentleman and that she should bring her a mug. Evora sat back in her chair and survey the man. "So why the long face and bad attitude? No matter the price, with that look you won't have any girl warming your bed tonight. Or is it a woman that's the problem from the start? You wouldn't be the first man who drank himself into a distasteful one because of a woman." Evora made no effort to censor herself. Normally she tried to mask her blunt Inartan ways but with this man she saw no reason. It wasn't as if he was being all too mindful of his own behaviour. Besides, all there wa to do now was to wait for him to get drunk enough that he wouldn't notice her digging in his pockets. She was not too skilled otherwise she would have been gone with her coin long before the insults had started.

The bar maid returned with a mug and Evora poured herself from the young mans ale and drank deeply. "Or perhaps you are sour from your own company?" She placed her mug on to the table and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

[Solamon Tienfre]

Solamon let out a biting laugh, his entire frame shaking with it. It had been a long time since someone had been so far off the mark. Taking a sip of his ale to calm himself he gazed steadily at the woman, his eyes alight with malice, mischief and the faintest edgings of being drunk. “One woman would not be a problem it’s all of them.” He waved his mug around to encompass all and took another swig, silent for the moment. But his gaze kept drawing back to her and he watched he drink with a smirk. Refilling his cup and taking his own good long sip. “You drink like man and I assure you my company is the only company I truly ever need.” It wasn’t entirely true but he found people to generally be insipid morons who he couldn’t be bothered to waste his time on, let alone his breathe. “But what of you? Do you make it a habit of trying to seduce the only person in the room who looks the least bit interested?” His grinned gleefully and polished off the last of his current mug, slamming it down with more force than necessary. Stretching his legs out he relaxed comfortably, not taking another drink and simply feeling the bubbles float through his system slowly. It had only been maybe two cups, he could feel himself warm in a pleasant way but not in a way that would hinder him. Not yet. Bored he leaned towards the woman and held out his hand, standing stiffly and then relaxing easily. He could not dance to save his life but she had asked and who was he to deny a pretty lady. “Up we go little red, let’s have that dance.” To ensure she wouldn’t deny him he smirked, “Or are you afraid you’ll make a larger fool of yourself than when you first approached?”

[Evora]

Evora almost spat out the mouthful of ale that she held in her mouth. "Please, don't form such a high opinion of yourself. I am not one inclined to the arts of seduction and if I were I would not waste such a talent on you. There are many things I can do like a man apart from drinking," Evora said, she said it almost like a warning, "And many things I can do with the grace of any woman." She smiled over her mug at the brooding man. He slammed down his mug on the table with great force and Evora noted that perhaps his pockets would be emptied a lot sooner than what she had originally anticipated. She could only hope it was the alcohol aiding his behavior.

To Evora's surprise the angry youth rose from his chair a held his hand out to her in an almost gentlemanly fashion. But there was no gentleman's approach in his words. “Or are you afraid you’ll make a larger fool of yourself than when you first approached?” Evora burnt within.
"We shall see who play the part of the fool," Evora stood and took his hand. There was no warmth between the two that you might find between a dancing pair. It was a burning flame between the two kindled from a mutual hate rather than passion. As she allowed him to lead her to an open space she wondered what demons possessed her head.

[Solamon Tienfre]

OOC : There really is no excuse on my delay here, so I only give humble apologies. Sometimes I have to be in a bad mood to write Solamon cause he’s such a jerk, even to me T_T Solamon was not a dancer, not even drunk. But he was finding a spiteful glee in having a woman so obviously annoyed dance with him. Her challenge made him smirk and he attempted to spin her with more force than necessary, his grip tight on her hands but trying to keep their bodies from actually touching. His feet on the other hand tripped and plodded dangerously over themselves and likely over his unhappy partners. He figured they looked like typical drunks or a very, very deranged couple. “You dance divinely,” he said snidely, “though I’m sure any fool can dance which might be why you do so well.” He couldn’t say much more for he was intensely concentrated on not falling over and not touching the woman. Looking at her while they danced he figured she was attractive but she was far from a catch in his eyes. Making to turn them both he nearly drove them into a table, mostly on accident. A violent part of him wondered what she would look like entirely red. Rather than dwell in those thoughts he tried to tug her away from the tables and spoke in what was mostly a civil tone. “If you’re not wasting your obviously lacking seduction skills on me then what do you want?” There was no suspicion in his words, he could care less what she wanted but small talk cured boredom until the people themselves became boring. His mistake was thinking he could talk and dance at the same time. Obviously he could not because not only did he feel a body bump behind him but the fact that he had tripped over his own foot and not hers.

[Evora]

The sarcasm that laced his every word infuriated her. Her hand itched for her bow, or a sword, or a knife. Even her blunt eating knife would do. He kept his body at a distance, which in some ways Evora was grateful for, in others irritated her further still. She followed his lead, stumbling along. He could not dance. Nor could she. And she was at the mercy of his two left footed lead.

“If you’re not wasting your obviously lacking seduction skills on me then what do you want?” In that moment they were falling. Evora's foot was ablaze but she knew this was her make or break moment. As they crashed to the floor Evora used the confusion to carefully slip her hand into his pocket, and to her great joy her fingers closed around some cold coins. She stuffed them down her breasts and helped herself up. She tried her best to be angered by the young mans lack of competence in dance. "I want nothing of you, thank you very much!" She stormed away from him, returned to their table where she grabbed her mug of ale and whisked away to her own table in the corner of the bar. She pretended to have left to comfort her bruised ego but thought gleefully on the coins she had managed to snag. Not wanting to look suspicious by leaving straight away, Evora drank deeply on her ale wondering how many coin she had managed to grab, hoping they were of some worth.