RP:Madness in the Tavern
Kelay Tavern
Sansloi walks into the tavern rather subdued, her gaze diverted to the wooden planks she had to step over to get to a table, she mumbles to herself as she walks “one.. two.. three…” Taking a seat at a solitary table the woman signals to Nancy for a chocolate pie; as she waits, the woman casts her gaze about the room, steel eyes taking in the other occupants. She was never this calm, no, she was looking for something, or someone, to find irritating. As she scans the room, Sansloi stops abruptly at the sight of the elf and begins to stare him down. She would be causing plenty of trouble, but first thing’s first: pie. Begrudgingly, Nancy sets the pie down in front of Sansloi and hurries away. Sliding her hand underneath the confection, the woman raises it off the table and begins to walk herself, and the pie towards Strend. Having come within just a few feet of the elf, Sansloi mocks a trip and launches the pie directly at his face. While pie was not funny, nor was it something to be toyed with, sacrifices were necessary in the face of irritation.
Tritr can't help but laugh as a pie is directed to her friend's face. She reaches up, hoping to save both the pie and her friend.
Nowfaleena happened to see the other moving across the room with the pie, but didn't pay it much mind as she replied to Song's question, "I have not." She answered honestly, at least she could not recall being invited. But then, who would want this feline at their wedding? It was then that she noticed the pie hurtling toward the elven man who sat at her side, "Strend!"
Song wines as she is hit by splash back of the pie, but licking the chocolate from her side, the sphinx is okay with the event.
Strend turns his head around, hearing the sound of a person tripping. Suddenly the elf is covered in chocolate pie.. his blinks several times, the pie itself covering most of his nose, down to his shoulders. He sticks his tongue out licking part of the tasty desert,"Mmm delicious," Standing up to look for the fallen person, he spots the death knight and offers her a hand up, while speaking in a jest like voice," 'Why hello there. It seems I accidently took your pie from you, would you mind if I bought you another?" He beckons for Nancy, not waiting for the woman's response and orders another chocolate pie. He then turns back towards the woman, while he awaits his order.
Sansloi laughs triumphantly as the pie appropriately ‘splats’ onto the elf’s face. Bemused, the death knight pushes herself into a standing position- blatantly ignoring the hand offered. Her feet square themselves beneath and her hands cement onto her hips, and waits for the anger or the indignation. Cue… nothing? In fact, the elf seems totally at ease to take the blame for Sans’ more than obvious attempt at “messing” up his evening. Her may lay open for several before the words start to bumble out. “What are yeh? An idiot? I threw tha’ pie at yeh!” Huffing, Sansloi crosses her arms in front of her chest, her plot was completely foiled.
Nowfaleena dug through her bag, searching for a towel, and handing it to her lover so that he might wipe the pie from his face, "Here."
Strend looked towards the feline, eyebrow raised."And waste such a delicious treat? I think not!"
Nowfaleena watched the scenario unfold with some amusement. It was typical of her elf to act in such a way. It was hard to imagine that anyone would not like him, and yet she knew he had foes, and ones that would hurt him badly.
Sansloi snatches the pie away, pointedly ignoring the stranger's kindness. Cradling it in her arms, the woman nearly coos and clucks at the pie before lifting her gaze once more, but this time her eyes train on the feline that had offered the elf the napkin. No, that didn't escape her notice: it was filed away under "Haters of pie" and -that- was cardinal sin in Sansloi's books. Sneering to herself, the woman turns abruptly on her heel only to walk over to Nowfaleena and sit on her; but not just sit on her, straddle her- and in the process, (should of course she be successful) takes a handful of the chocolate to smear it on the feline's face.
Strend laughs hysterically as Furball becomes the newest target of the death knights.
Nowfaleena blinked as the deathknight approached her, casting a nervous, questioning glance at Strend as the woman straddled her, "Get o-" She began to issue the order to the woman only to have chocolate smeared over the fur of her face. The caracal bristled and hissed, roughly shoving the lady in an attempt to dislodge her.
Sansloi cackles madly as the chocolate hits its mark. Flailing her arms in amusement, the woman has no time to defend against the shove; toppling backwards, Sansloi makes a wild grab for any of Nowfaleena’s clothing in an attempt to bring the feline with her to the floor.
Strend would help with this spectacle, but is having difficulty finding room to stop laughing. His face still covered in chocolate as he does so, the elf looks like he is about to roll on the floor laughing at the spectacle...
Nowfaleena smirked with success at having knocked the woman away, that is until the mad grab for the caracal's garments. It just so happened that what was grasped was the feline's corset, which was pulled down, revealing a rather embarrasing amount of the poor woman's body before sending her sprawling to the floor on top of the deathknight. She hissed, looking around to realize that probably the entire tavern is watching, then leapt to her feet and darted toward the back room, covering her bouncing assets with one arm as the opposite hand tried to pull up the corset.
Sansloi sniggers childishly as the woman topples on top of her. The deathknight wiggles her eyebrows suggestively, that is until the feline scrambled off of her and away. For a brief moment, disappointment was clear on the woman's face, though its source would have been hard to gauge. Pushing herself to her feet, Sansloi wipes her hands on her vest, chocolate smearing generously. Eying Strend the woman laughs for a moment before extending a hand. "Yeh ate meh pie. An' fer tha', yer a friend." Thrusting her hand out Sansloi finally introduces herself. "Meh name is Sansloi. Sansloi Denoeur."
Strend extending his chocolate covered hand towards the mysterious stranger, the elf introduces himself in return."Strend, The Titleless... That be me, but you will have to excuse me... I need to go console the poor upset female.. Your welcome to come if you'd like." He speaks the last part more in jest then offer however.
Sansloi nods, grasping the elf's hand firmly. As he turns to leave, Sansloi considers briefly, following the elf. Gazing about the tavern and the mess made, Sansloi says to no one in particular: "Wha' are yah'all lookin at?" before she stalks off to follow the elf.