Sex, Reputation, and... Sex.

Warning: Contains PG-13+ content.

Western Weyr - Living Caverns
Here is the center of Weyr life, the living caverns. These two main rooms were man-shaped from smaller caves, and are joined by a carved arch with depictions of dragons in flight and dolphins leaping in swirling waves. One room has many round stone and wooden tables and a stone fire-pit instead of a hearth. Over the round-walled, gas fired pit is a large conical hood made of polished bronze, with reliefs of dragons with their riders flying over ships guided by dolphins. This hood and chimney keeps the room smoke-free. Through the archway is an enormous hall, with long tables and benches, some carved from the rock floor, many crafted of wood. This room is a combination dining and meeting hall, and can seat over 300 comfortably. Above both rooms, angled shafts lined with polished metal bring in sunlight during the day. Electric lights also burn, day and night.

Josi is still at the new table she fled to, after being a'feared of Aerhi's wrath. She's poking at some food that she'd begun to eat in the fashion of someone that's lost their appetite.

"Well lookit/choo/, muffin." The tone, almost over-emphasized, comes up behind Josi quietly, before the blackhaired face of Xe'res pops out beside hers, him leaning up behind her to take a look at the contents of her plate. "Gotta belly ache, sweetie-pie? Can't have someone so /preeettttyy/ not taking care of their health, ya know." The quip is ended with a wink, as he collapses on a seat next to her, tossing his feet up onto the table in a stretch. It's likely that by now, Josi has heard quite a lot of this… So it shouldn't be a surprise. Cough.

That doesn't make it all any easier. Especially with him leaning up behind her. She squeaks and leans back, crossing arms over her chest as if to obscure it. He was looking, wasn't he? Baliceauth says they're always looking and- "No! I will NOT show him more!" Josi says, suddenly, rather loudly. Then she blushes darkly and mutters something under her breath about terrible greens. She glances sideways at Xe'res, shrugging slowly. "I already had a plate of food," she points out, pushing this one away from her. "I… told the Weyrwoman she shouldn't drink so much."

Xe'res :'s eyebrows nearly raise; he hasn't quite gotten over her random outbursts, either. "So… You have an issue holding your tongue, don't you. Not intended as anything more than a statement of fact— you seem to have problems not holding in what's on your mind. Why is that?" His intention for being curious — or if it's geniune — is cloaked behind his snerky grin, as he reaches over and grabs some of her non-eaten food with his fingers, and smacks them in his lips as he eats them. "Ah. So, a whiney little prat got pissy at you because you gave a blunt piece of advice? Well.. It ain't something you wanna say meanly, especially to a Weyrwoman, but… If you're so scared you can't even /eat/… Then you apparently struck a wrong chord with her. You need to learn to hold back a little, dearie. Not /everything/ that passes through your mind is meant to come aloud."

Josi scowls darkly at Xe'res. Just because /she's/ still working on keeping her and Baliceauth's conversations completely internal. "They were talking about going to the Tiki for drinks and how drunk they'd gotten just last night. I just said that drinking too much could be harmful." She folds her arms, slouching somewhat. "And I /don't/ mention /everything/ on my mind."

One word: "Penis." Remember that? Xe'res tosses her a wink; yeah, he hasn't gotten a good taste of Josi, seeing as everytime she's around his she seems to blurt-blurt-blurt—not that he doesn't find it /attractive/… "Wellllll.. She shouldn'tve overreacted, but I guess you gotta be really careful around that woman. I ain't met her myself yet, but I hear she's a real brat." He pauses for a moment, grabbing another green from Josi's plate and popping it in his mouth. "I wonder how hard it would be to get into her pants. You know. /Hypothetically/."

Cheeks redden considerably and Josi just slouches more in her chair, continuing to glower at Xe'res and pout at the same time. "She seemed fine until that… /why/? Why are you even /considering/ that? She's the /Weyrwoman/, for Faranth's sake!" A pause, then, and she jerks her chin in S'chez's direction. "According to the rumours, Ivan's gotten into her pants already. Ask /him/."

"Really? Who's Ivan?" Xe'res shrugs, continuing to pop greens into his mouth — not that he really even tastes them, he's too enamoured by the color of her face at this point. Mmm, cute. "Why am I considering it? Well.. Isn't that sorta what my reputation says I'm supposed to do? Not that it really matters. I haven't gotten laid since I stepped foot in Western — just gonna have to trust Kurouth to kick some butt and nab some greens from the skies. What does Baliceauth think about that?" He tosses another wink. "You don't really seem like you're going to enjoy it very much though… The flights, that is. You seem /way/ to shy and reserved — not that Bali doesn't seem to try to be /fixing/ that…"

A roll of the eyes, "Bali loves the idea of it. And she loves the idea of … me getting laid." Josi blanches a bit, likely at all the images and thoughts the green is sharing with her. She looks over to Xe'res. "Ivan is the carpenter everyone is talking about. I finally put it all together. He got one girl pregnant, slept with someone else, she broke up with him, and he and the Weyrwoman are an item… or something like that. It's fairly strange and… so what if that's your reputation. Doesn't mean you have to do it. Do what you want to do."

Xe'res smirks. "Well, once our rules are lifted, I'm sure I'll have him beat. But, whatever. If people want to talk about him, that's fine." Jealous, a little? Perhaps; he shields it by turning away a little, staring down at a final green in his hands before rubbing them against his pant legs. "Well, don't /you/ like the idea of you getting laid? It's not exactly the /worst/ experience, darling. Besides, they always advise you Do It with someone before your first flight." Hint hint, wink wink. "My reptuation is everything to me, sweetie. I do what I do because I enjoy what people react thinking about what I'm doing — what I want underneath all that is completely beyond question."

"Hopefully you won't be getting most of the Weyr pregnant," Josi points out, absently. She takes a sip of her juice, "I'm not sure they could handle it." I mean, look at Xanadu! She blinks a few times at Xe'res. "I… guess. I mean… but what if I get… a man… into bed and… he doesn't like me," she says, halting every few words as she tries to look up at the brownrider and fails each time. "And… why do you like that reaction? I mean… people don't always think well of a… a… uhm… someone that sleeps around."

A light chuckle tingles at Xe'res's lips as he strokes one finger along his lower one, eyes thinning in thought in her direction. "Pregnant? No. I love kids, but hopefully I won't be having any for a whlie." Pause. "Baby. If there's a man out there that wouldn't like you, then you kick him in the groin afterwards, then you tell me his name and I'll beat him up for you. Can't have poor Josi getting hurt now, can we?" Smile. "Did I ever say that I wanted people to /like/ me? Nah. I care little what kind of thought people have of me. I really don't care if everyone in the world hated my guts and was hunting me — it would mean that they cared I existed — or didn't exist — on some level. And being known, being thought of something, being something to someone… Well, that's really something, you know?"

"I… I'll keep that in mind," Josi murmurs, blushing anew. As if such a thing is rather unheard of. Maybe it is. But it's the underlying implication that she's attractive. And for all her blushing and freaking out: that feels good. The latter, however, causes her to think for a while. She takes a long breath, "I never thought of it that way. I just… want everyone to think of me in a good light."

Xe'res chuckles. "Well, I doubt that anyone dislikes you— even the Weyrwoman will get over herself if you apologize and give her cookies or something. Women like cookies, right? I've gotten a few into bed that way." He pauses, tapping his lower lip. Hmmmm. Tap tap. "Everything'll work out fine, though. But… If you need anything, just let me know, mmkkkaaaay? I need to go nuzzle up to Kurouth, he's getting whiney. You know where to find me. Hint. Wink." Yeah, he /said/ that. He stands briskly, but pauses a moment — just a moment — to reach over and stroke the top of Josi's hair, before turning on his heel and strutting out to the bowl.

"Says you," Josi points out, but the wind is out of her sails. It's strange. She's so sure people don't like her, but here's someone telling her she's wrong. And seeming sincere about it. The problem with being a mind healer is sometimes, /sometimes/, you end up psychoanalyzing yourself. "Wait-" she starts, but then he's beginning to leave and she just settles back into her seat, staring at… well, what's left on her plate after Xe'res ravaged it.

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