Crash. Burn. Rum

Day 6 of Month 6 of Turn 2714
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.

Dusk settles about Half Moon Bay, the warm light still glinting off the water. The Tiki Lounge is packed and not far off Tani is draped over one of the tables, the bounty of the sea spread before her in untold glory. The dolphineer savors another of the oysters, the loose cotton wrap dress around her shape fluttering in the breeze. She waits for her cousin most likely, the two finally having time to catch up, (read get into trouble with a T)

Kohl moves into the Timing lounge, the very essence of curiosity as he's been poking his head in this place and that since his arrival. He's been tooling around the lagoon today, checking out the various businesses and this one is his last stop for the day, someone had suggested the food and his rumbling belly demands attention. Also, he's pretty sure hes supposed to meet Tanit here for supper. He'll meander to the bar to order a drink before turning hazel eyes out to the bar at large. It doesn't take long to locate his cousin and qs soon as his drink is acquired, he'll slip over and slide into a seat. "Couldn't wait cousin? You must be starving." Kohl laughs, he's totally teasing.

"I'm always fucking starving." Tanit fires back with a smirk, "And you are nearly always late. I figure it makes things even." Pushing a menu at the trader with a smirk, "Sorry I didn't get to spend much time chatting with you at Xanadu, seems like there is always one emergency going on or another. You going to be here in Half Moon for a while at least?"

Kohl laughs robustly at Tanit's first and shakes his head at her next. It's true enough, Kohl isn't exactly known for being punctual, he's always just kind of flowed on his own time frame. "It's alright, I found ways to entertain myself." Kohl gives a suggestive waggle of his eyebrows before he takes a drink and a look around. Tanit's question gets a grin. "Oh, I don't know, I haven't stayed anywhere more than a few sevens at a time, but with my favorite cousin and my brother in the same place, I might be persuaded to stay longer."

Has Sephany been at Half Moon Bay all day? Very likely. Did she kick someone's ass this morning? Probably not, though there is still a look on her face that says she just might have wanted to. And is she limping just a little bit on her right leg? Why yes. Yes she is. But it does not stop the Fortian weaver from invading the Tiki Lounge with a rather cross expression and determined stride. Ignore the tiny creature weaving through people toward the bar; she is clearly here for drinks and nothing else. But the wait is long, and there is a familiar voice drifting through the sea of anonymity. A familiar voice that may just be sympathetic to her plight. So rather than wait for attention from the overwhelmed bartender, she slip-slides her way through the crowd with practiced ease to end up at Tanit's table. "Tanit," she says, and there is some clear relief in that voice. "Can I…" but she does not finish that sentence before she has glanced towards the other individual at her table. "Oh… I'm sorry, I did not realize you had company already. Good evening." And now the indecision; leave? Stay? Awkward choices.

"Are you staying in T'san's weyr?" Knocking back a shot of spiced rum. "Because you know he gets loud as fuck whenever he brings someone home. The tramp." The praise earns a brow lift, green eyes focusing on the trader with a sigh. "You never did explain the hair cut. I about cried when I saw it so short." She sighs, her attention flicking over to the shorter brown locks. "I'm going to miss you letting me play with all of it." So many kick ass braids. Seph's voice draws sea-green eyes and a general glance tells the dolphineer most of what she needs to know. "Seph, this is my cousin Kohl, Kohl this is Sephany. Sev's sister." Trying to recall if she'd explained Sev or any of the residents to Kohl yet. "Come sit with us. Kohl's a shameless flirt but he's mostly harmless."

Kohl nods. "For now yeah, if I decide to stay longer I'll probably find my own place to say." Kohl rolls his eyes at mention of his brother's sexual exploits. "Loud and unashamed. But then again, he is part of our family." Hazel eyes raise to greet the newcomer, a wide, toothy grin slides across his lips. Well. Maybe he will stay longer, Halfmoon seems to have an abundance of pretty women. "Well met, you're welcome to join us."

Sephany does not need to be told twice; at the first invitation to join she is sliding nimbly into a seat, settling herself easily, smoothing a hand over her skirt to get the fabric to lay flat. "Thank you," is given with gratitude. At introductions, she offers another smile for the trader, and a brief, "nice to meet you. And thank you," for his accompanying offer to join their table. "I cannot stay long; there should be a dragon coming for me in a few hours," she mentions. "But until then, I was hoping to get — " erm. " — relax." A final sigh, and then a straightening of back and shoulders that says she is done with this pity-me thing. "I kicked him. In the shin," she tells Tanit, clearly not needing to specify who. "And the stupid part is… I think I broke my toe doing it."

"Maybe your side, I kept my exploits mostly under wraps thank you very much." Tanit bites back without rancor. Him earns a blink, "Oh dear. Let me take a wild guess, you encountered Jae and Sev? uh. Well doing what they do." Tanit gestures vaugely with an exasperated sigh. "Well that's no good if you break yourself," Passing over the bottle of rum and nudging at the food. She'll share after all. "What was it this time?"

Kohl laughs at Tanit's comment to him and stays out of the other conversation, as he knows not who they speak of and it sounds personal, however, that doesn't stop Kohl from perusing Sephany's figure. But not in the creepy way, just appreciative.

"Yes." To Tanit's questions. Jae. Sev. Doing things. "Not so bad as you, perhaps. But that is not why I kicked him." Sorry Kohl. Right now, Sephany needs to confide in a friend, and Tanit is at hand. He simply gets to be a silent bystander with a nice view. She's certainly not shy about the way she dresses, even if hemlines are appropriate enough. It is more the cling and drape of wispy fabric, hinting at the lithe form beneath, without revealing too much. "I kicked him because he was dismissing me. After more than a Turn of not seeing me face to face… he dismissed me because I was interrupting them!" Nevermind she was kinda, sorta, maybe definitely antagonizing them. DETAILS. "It is fine. I will be fine. My toe will mend, and perhaps I gave him a bruise." Doubtful. "If he wasn't so damn tall, I would have punched his stupid nose instead." But that offered rum is quickly taken, and a few hasty gulps swallowed before she seems to remember herself and her table companions, and sets the glass down. Kohl gets a glance, a lift of a pale eyebrow and a very 'may I help you?' look directed his way. It's a sixth sense that girls have. She knows he was checking her out.

Tanit sighs, its that men suck, women unite - sigh. You know the one. "I'm sorry Seph, if it is any consolation he'll regret it more than you do. Especially if you give him extra time to cool down and make him chase you down to apologize." It's Sev. It is what he does. She frowns, "I'm sorry your brother is being a giant stupid ass." Because Tanit doesn't know she was antagonizing, it's immaterial to the entire situation. "Fucking giants."

Kohl isn't at all shameful about being caught staring. However, he does have the decency to stop at least. The rest of this conversation seems like it should be had in semi-private at least. He fucked ushers off his drink and stands. "We can catch up later Tani, I think your friend needs you more. I'll see you later OK? " Hell turn to Sephany then. "Nice meeting you." Then he's off with a whistle, he'll find some way to entertain himself.

Sephany is just having a grand ol' day. There's a look on her face, somewhere between surprise and apology as Kohl is making his departure. "You can stay! I can go… I really ought to. I've been gone all day," even if what she really wants to do is drink the rest of that rum and maybe get lost in some music. Alas. Priorities. "Sev will be fine. He will apologize, I will forgive him, and things will —" will what? "Well. It will be fine." And then she is scooting out from her chair, even if she claims the rest of that drink before she leaves. "Find me in Fort, Tanit. We should do something. Bring your friend," the one making a hasty escape, "And maybe Risa."

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