Mi Weyr es su Weyr

Half Moon Bay Weyr - Tiki Lounge
As one walks onto the wood panelled flooring of the patio, they are greeted with the scent of burning oil, the likely source the various torches burning along the perimeter of the flooring. The flooring is littered with tables shaded with umbrellas, matching chairs tucked beneath when not in use.
The inside of the Tiki Lounge seems far bigger inside than outside, even when full of relaxing weyrfolk and travelers. Towards the front, in the western corner, is a small stage, generally occupied by harpers. Several tables with chairs decorate the floor and a small area is open for dancing. The bar is rather long and well stocked, glasses of different shapes and sizes hanging suspended from a rack above the bar. Behind the bar is another open window that gives one a view of the forest behind the tavern. Turning around, one is greeted by a lovely view of the lagoon. A decent breeze helps to cool the room. Up above, rafters provide a perch for fire lizards and local avians. The thatch roof, made of straw, rarely lets in any rain.

The hustle and bustle of the Tiki Lounge never ceases to impress. There are so many lovely people in and around Half Moon Bay and it must be Lisbei's lucky day because many of them are gathered here today. Maybe it's the sunshine, and it is definitely the nice weather that has many scantily clad folk out and enjoying the day. A group of young girls in bikinis bounce by, and if you look closely one or two of them may be wearing nothing at all. They are, of course, followed by an equally attractive group of men carrying drinks out to the patio to find a place to sit. Lis is wearng a loose white dress- it is made of a light cotton and ripples as she walks, while hugging her curves everywhere else. Atop her head is a daisy chain halo and on her feet white, stripy sandals. She walks on to the patio and jade blue eyes scan for a familiar face- which there are none. Seems everyone is moving on and leaving Half Moon these days. An attempt to talk to the group of young men and women receives a bit of a snub as they are evenly paired and doing their own thing. With a frown, she grabs a passing drudge, orders something sparkly and plops down in to a seat at a table alone.

Although she may have popped in the for occasional visit since leaving the Weyr several turns ago, Rou'x is pretty much an unfamiliar face in the Tiki Lounge nowadays. She looks almost as lost for friendly faces as Lisbei does when she enters, the brownrider several steps behind the crafter… and a whole wardrobe away in clothing choice, with a simple vest and shorts combo, paired with flipflops. Scanning the bar reveals no empty seats, so Rou'x turns to Lisbei and her empty chairs, resting her hands on the back of one to lean while smirking crookedly down at the white-clad lady. "Hey. You alright wi' one more?" There's a hint of Ista in her accent, and her big grin is her best attempt to show she's friendly.

Lisbei tries to not be an eager canine about things, but when the flip flop wearing rider plants a hand on the back of destitute chair, her azure pooled eyes flicker and are instantly inviting. A warm beaming smile gives it away- desperate much? Her posture goes from slumpy to welcoming, bubbly drink held up in a toast. "Alright. I mean definitely alright. I mean, please join me?" Ok so the transition period has been a little rough and her typically suave savior faire when flexing her Trader muscles might be a little out of practice in her new surroundings. She can tell the rider is well traveled, but instead of gabbing her ear off with questions right off the bat, a sip of bubbly is taken and she offers a hand "M'names Lisbei. Recent transplant to the Weyr from the Hold. Farmcrafter and Trader at your service."

Now that's a warm reception, if ever there was one! Rou'x slips into the chair with a grin of thanks, sweeping her long braid around over her shoulder so she's not sat on it. "Yeah, thanks, doll. Nice t'meet you. Rou'x, brown Indianath's… recently returned to Archipelago here." She captures the offered hand in her own rough, heavy grip, squeezing Lisbei's hand within her own. "You got yourself a drink? Cos I'm gonna order one…"

If Lis were ever good at anything, it's definitely making people feel warmly welcome. Me Weyr es su Weyr? Not that she really stakes any claim- it's just a motto she likes to live by. Sandals are kicked off and legs get folded up beneath her neatly and in to the seat of the chair. Blonde locks are flicked off a shoulder with a quick twist of the head, and a rosy hue flushes to cheeks with the sweetness from the rider. "Doll… I like that!" Which means she will probably coin it and use it as her own from time to time. A solid shake is given- the girl may seem a little soft but there's definitely matched strength to the heaviness of the rider's grip. "Rou'x, brown rider of Indianath. Well met!" Speaking of drinks, there's only a sip in her own, finishing it up glass is set down on the nearby table. "I could go for another. Nothing like a couple glasses of sparkling wine on a sunny day."

The two of them have a couple drinks and chat about the vast awesomeness that is life on Pern. The day fades and they eventually go their own ways.

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