RP:Harsh Words

Josleen chooses the safest time of day to be in a pub with a man whom she doesn' trust: lunchtime. Kelay Tavern is packed providing lots of witnesses and protection. This measure is likely unnecessary, but the bard's already on the defensive, which in some respects is better than their last encounters when she was on the offensive. Purse clutched tight against her side, lips poised on the wings of a scowl, chin held high, she's a walking 'Do Not Approach or Feed the Animals' warning sign. That tension is even more unnecessary when one considers that Tyler may not even be in the tavern at this exact moment, but then again, it is lunchtime after all; maybe he is, and Sven forbid he see her with her guard down for even just a second. To Tyler 2.0, Josleen tries her hardest not to be a friend. Oh ho ho, and there he is. Josleen snorts derisively at the very sight of him. At the end of their last encounter she was quite accommodating and helpful to him. What's changed? Perhaps she blames him for her split from Skylei, because blaming Skylei or herself is too painful. Tyler is the patsy for their girl-friendship break-up. Still, she crosses to him and stands behind him at the bar. "Hey." Her voice is made of acid. "I got your note. What is it?"

Tyler is seated at the bar with his arms crossing one another upon the counter top. A large mug of ale resting just before him. The man would look far different than when Josleen and he encountered in Frostmaw. Where a long, unkempt mess of dirty dark brown hair once resided is now replaced by a medium length - swooshing hair style that is colored a dark black that as light bounces off reflects a bright blue. Instead of rags the human is wearing a pair of cargo shorts with metal chains running from the belt to the legs creating an 'X' across his bum. His torso is covered only by a hooded fur coat that has very short sleeves (also covered in fur at the ends) while he opts not to wear an undershirt revealing his bare stomach and chest with Javier stab wounds and all. The man also wears a pair of over sized gloves, low-cut boots and his trusted amulet around his neck. He's also clearly armed himself better as a long katana sits in it's holster upon his hip. At the sound of Josleen's voice he would turn to look over his shoulder with a scowl. "Lose the attitude and take a seat woman." Raising a finger to Nancy he orders another ale for Josleen, which is promptly rushed over to the duo and placed before the stool directly beside Tyler. "Sit." He commands before lifting his mug to take a heavy drink, hissing as it bites. "Are you always in such a smug mood? For such a pretty face you've sure got some emotional issues." Irony at it's finest, considering the former Tyler... But either way, once he's finished commanding what he needs from Josleen he would jump to the point of their conversation. "It's about your girlfriend. We need to talk, and something tells me that ain't gonna' be easy sober so get to drinkin'."

Josleen's glare narrows sharply at Tyler and his imperious tone. "Who the hell do you think you are? Getting a bit big for your over-sized brithces there, Tyyyler." Her chin just at his cargo pants when she says 'britches' and she stresses his name sarcastically. Normally being told she has a pretty face endears her to the flatterer, but Tyler, old and new, has always been a special case with this one. "Let's get one thing straight. I'm sitting down for Skylei, not for you." And she sits, stiffly and smugly. "And I'll drink if I want to. I do what I want. You have no power over me, and if you dare cross any lines, I'll not ask my husband to show restraint. He's been eager to pulverize you since the day you punched me, and the only reason your ugly mug hasn't been made uglier is because I asked him to stand down." In truth, she isn't married to Ezekiel, but she is married to this struggle to gain power in the dynamic between her and Tyler. If he wants to progress beyond this peacocking and bloated ego game, he's better off jumping right into content.

Tyler slaps his palm into his face and shakes his head as Josleen goes off on a rant, he mutters something about her being akin to a five year old and laughes whole heartedly at the thought of anyone foolish enough to marry Josleen, and their ability to harm him. He would pause and simply stare at the bard. He's tempted to ask her outright what the hell her problem is, and why she hates him. In fact, it's nearly over powered his original point of calling her here. Instead, he merely shakes his head again and picks up the mug downing the rest of the contents before swiftly ordering another brew. He puts his hands together and interlaces his fingers while he looks to Josleen again before letting his gaze wander off to the back of the kitchen. "I love her." He claims in a defiant tone. He allows only a moments hesitation so Josleen can go completely mental in the head but not enough for her to express an opinion on the matter. "She cares for me." He follows up swiftly just as his next drink arrives. He thanks Nancy and then props his left elbow on the counter to turn and face the bard with his entire body. "Or, well, she loves the former me. After we spoke in Frostmaw, I ran into her. I initially planned to keep my word with you, honestly I did. But the woman's got a pull about her..." He catches himself ready to trail off and corrects his actions so he doesn't lose Josleen's focus. "Long story short, you're right. You don't want to see her in pain, and neither do I. To be blunt, I'm not too keen on the idea of being hurt myself. There is another woman, she's taken interest in me and Skylei all but told me to make my choice..." He pauses again, taking a moment to recollect the events of the night prior with Emilia by the scenic view. His stomach turning as he contemplates his next move. "Skylei is the perfect person, and if it wasn't for my doubts I would never have written you. But if her and I ever got together, I would only end up falling short of her former lover." His caramel eyes lock with Josleen's own and he reiterates in a stern tone, as if trying to convince Josleen of something. "I'm not him." The glowing blood stones in his pocket burning at his leg. The trapped souls of Tyler and Relyt within still furious with the man sitting before Jos now. Tyler releases a stressed sigh as he grabs his newly filled mug and takes a drink. "I don't want her to hate me. I really don't." His fingers tap against the counter top and it's clearly visible that his heart is beating through his chest. He faces Josleen one final time. "But I'd rather her hate me than see her hurt. What do we do?" There it is. Tyler's feelings laid out on the table for Josleen to mock. His request for her advice/help an obvious measure of desperate times.

Tyler is psychic! Josleen does go mental internally. She stays silent throughout his confession, snorting derisively at declarations of love and a second woman. When he asks what do 'we' do, Josleen's snort evolves into a condescending laugh. "Is this real life? Hold on." She makes an over-dramatic show of pinching herself. "I am truly awake, and you are truly here, appealing to me to help you figure out how to woo Skylei while still being able to romance a second woman on the side? Are you serious?" She taps her own head sassily to communicate that he is daft. So so daft. "She told you to make a decision, correct? And you prop up some lame excuse about falling short of the original man just so you can have your cake and eat it too? Alright, I'll play ball. Here's what 'we' do." She stresses the word 'we' cruelly. "You go be with whatever trollop's been tickling your lollipop and forget about Skylei. You stop causing Skylei pain. You stop jerking her around. You don't want her to hate you? Then disappear. Got it?" Dramatic pause. "And now I leave you here alone and sad and never hear about you again. Everyone is happy."

Tyler growls at Josleen's words. His right hand gripping the glass mug tightly enough for it to shatter, his gloves the only thing stopping the shards from piercing his skin. Dismounting the stool quickly Tyler hovers over Josleen. "Listen here you arrogant little bitch!" He's snarling, saliva flinging from his mouth as he shouts. The entire crowd focused now on the bard and illusionist. "I'm asking you -HOW- the hell I'm supposed to do that! I don't want her to love me, and I don't want to love her! Now if you could just pull that giant head of yours out of your ass for a mere FIVE god damn minutes, maybe, JUST *explicit*ING MAYBE, You and I could reach some sort of understanding. But of course you're incapable of that, because you're nothing but a preppy little snob piece of *explicit*!" He's shaking violently as his finger is extended just before Josleen's nose. His teeth are chattering and his face a blistering red. He takes a deep breath and tries to calm himself before shaking his head at Josleen. "You aren't even worth it... Screw you Josleen." He barely whispers before moving to the exit of the tavern, spitting in the direction of a group of observant patrons gossiping about the duo. As his boots hit the ground outside at the bottom of the steps he moves to the light post holding the lantern outside and promptly thrust his forehead against it in defeat.

Josleen gasps and shoves off the bar when Tyler crushes the glass. "You lunatic!!" And then he's snarling and insulting her (not entirely undeserved). The attention and gossip embarrasses and cows her more than Tyler's words. Entering into a shouting match with Tyler would probably be a cathartic exercise for the bard, but not here in public. She says nothing, hoping silence brings with it the end of this tirade, and it does. Tyler exits onto the street and Josleen finds refuge from stares in the bathroom. She'll wait until Tyler is gone before exiting the tavern completely in order to avoid having to pass him in the street.

Tyler rests on the lamp only for a moment. The human allowing his frustration to settle. He only takes a single look at the tavern before dismissing the bard completely. Then, he's off. Heading toward Frostmaw in search of someone he needs to see... badly.