RP:Smell Ya Later!

Summary: Lanara and Sidd meet at the Kelay Tavern! Booze. Fights. Farts. ...Friends?

08/24/2017

Kelay Tavern

Sidd steps into the tavern with confidence. You know, that kind that screams 'hey look at me, I'm great!'. Okay, maybe not quite that confident; But still. He takes a casual glance around the tavern as he meanders on over to the bulletin board to check up on the daily posts, hoping mostly to see a response to his recent request. No dice. "Bummer." he stated, running a hand through his messy, unkempt strip of hair. Upon turning to the barkeep, he lifted a finger to snag the dwarf's attention, a beverage ordered in the form of a local ale. He sat then, upon the stool, facing outward so that he could observe the relaxing patrons doing their own thing.

Lanara sits at a table in the far right corner of the tavern, with a pitcher of ale before her, and an untouched glass beside it. The pitcher is sweating from the warmth of the hearth, and rather than pouring the beverage directly into the glass, she sticks a straw into the amber liquid and takes an almost dainty sip. The young woman had seen better days, and those that knew her well, knew that she was underweight, overworked, and well, revived, for lack of a better word. Chocolate hues brim with tears as she stifles a yawn and rummages in her sack for payment, though she comes up short and gnaws on her lower lip. At the precise moment that Sidd beckons Mesthak, she also raises a hand to gain the male’s attention and the dwarf looks torn for a moment, before nearing Lanara. Beauty always wins a man’s attention, apparently. “I’m… I’m short again… I’m sorry. I-I’m having a hard time finding a job. I… I just worked a double shift…” The woman’s voice trails off as she shifts her dark hues to Sidd and offers an apologetic half smile, and motions to the remainder of her pitcher of ale.

Sidd narrows his eyes at Mesthak. No tip for you, bucko. HAH. it was hearing Lanara's woes though, that his attention shifted and like some sort of lame-ass-not-so-super-hero he took flight over toward the woman's table. Took flight? Okay, maybe it was more of a lazy stroll. "Yo. Shorty. I got this. Chiquita's drink is on me!" The bag of gold was already tossed into the air by time Mesthak would turn to Sidd, a soft metallic thud sounding out as it first hit the dwarf in the face and then the ground. "Hah. My bad." the human quips. Mostly in a weak apology to that dirty look he was getting. "Also. Ale. Please. I'm sooo thirsty." The guy clutches his throat in an overly dramatic fashion before offering up a stupid grin. Standing now before Lanara's table Sidd smiles a little and says, "Life sucks and then ya die, amirite? i know the struggling to find decent work thing, so I hope ya don't mind me payin'. Not looking for you to drop your undies or anything, y'know? One poor ass helping out another." Well. He had a way with words.

Lanara leaves her hand outstretched towards Mesthak, offering what little she did have, while her other hand runs through her long locks. The crimson corset she wears sticks to her like glue, and if it wasn’t so hot in the tavern, one would question what exactly she did for a living. Cut-off barely-there shorts adorned her slender legs, strappy heels were on her feet, and if one were to take a closer gander, they just may notice a few feathers poking out of her pockets. As if on cue, a rowdy group of men enter the tavern and the loud-mouth of the group points to Lana, and makes some suggestive hand gestures. “Cinnamon! Dance for us, baby!” The elf is about to respond to the group, when Sidd slides into a chair at her table, and drops the ‘undies’ comment. Only now does the woman react, and instead of slapping the male across the face like a prude, or blushing like some mere school girl, she throws her head back and bursts into a fit of giggles. Mesthak sighs heavily and shakes his head, before fixing Sidd with a heated glare and approaching the newly arrived patrons. “Yup. Lived. Died. Back again. Been there, done that. So over it. I mean… Dying is pretty easy, if you want my opinion. It’s the living, the –survival- part, that sucks. So… Thanks for the drink. And for the record… I dance… I don’t bare the privates… Well, not for money. Oh my gosh, that sounds even worse than what you said!” Another giggle passes her full lips, before she tilts her head to the side and almost shyly introduces herself. “I’m Lana… Are you looking for work? I saw you eyeing the board…”

Sidd counted the guys that came in, his index finger bouncing between each of those rowdy bastards. Nope. We're not going to play hero tonight. Not unless they decide to cross a line. His black eye was just done being a point of conversation! "Ah hah. The classy shake ya booty type dancer, huh? That's cool, that's cool." No judgements here. Sidd wasn't that sort. Besides, these were the more respectable types. They didn't hide their flaws like dirty little rats. "Wait. Come again?" It was that little revelation that caught him off guard, one brow lifted as he further asked, "Died? For real? Was it like one of those close call things?" As soon as that ale was placed down at the table, Sidd thanked Mesthak and took a good greedy gulp, swiftly to be followed by his head turning away and a hearty belch let loose. "Nice to meetcha Lana." Hand extended. "I'm Sidd. yeah, kind of looking for work. I like to fix things. Work with my hands, you know? Why, you know someone offering? Though, the board there, I'm actually looking for someone that can like... craft weapons or whatever. I figured that if I'm gonna be stuck here on this continent or whatever, I'll need something better than a damn stick to protect myself!"

Lanara isn’t about to open up to the stranger, even if he did have blue eyes and paid for her beverage. In the past, maybe? But not since that night… So instead of delving into the absolute truth behind her untimely death and revival, she clears her throat and gives a hesitant nod. “Something like that… But, yes, I’m alive, again… I didn’t really want to come back to these lands, but my sister lives here, so I plan on sticking around for at least a little while longer.” A pause passes between them as Sidd gulps from his glass, and she returns her hand to her lap. If he were to look at her under extreme scrutiny he may see a slight resemblance to her sibling, Talyara, but seeing as he was new to the area, it was possible he would remain clueless for the time being. The rowdy man from earlier continues to shout obscenities her way, and though she is getting a little flushed, she maintains her composure. Her hand slides up her thigh and into the back pocket of her shorts, only to gingerly pluck a dagger from within, in which she twirls like a baton. As the dagger bounces between her fingertips, she thinks for a moment, before responding in kind to Sidd. “Hm… I’m not sure about finding work. Maybe you should check out the Realty Headquarters over in Cenril, I think it is? Maybe you can build houses… It would probably pay well and you would get to travel all over the lands! And for weaponry you must seek out Lady Leone. She is the smith of the lands, and she is incredible, I am told. I met her, once, and it was a wonderful experience. She is located in Gualon, near the stables. So… What brings you to the lands?”

Sidd hadn't come across Talyara before, so the connection would definitely not be made. "Ah that's a bummer. I mean, sticking around places you don't wanna, because of family. I've so be there!" He gently clinks his glass against her pitcher and laughs. His gaze lifts and settles upon the party of blowhards, quietly eyeing them whenever they shouted over at Lana; Annoyance briefly stealing over his expression. it wouldn't last long though, because his conversation partner would once again become the focus of his attention. "Realty Headquarters? In Cenril? Sweet! I think i've passed there a few times on my way to Rynvale. I'm definitely gonna check it out, thanks." Then to his weapon problem, "Lady... Leone? In where? Gualon? Never heard of the place. Is it far from here? Hah, sorry. Total tourist." Another sip of ale is ingested as he looks the woman over, his feet crossing over one another under the table. "In all honesty. Booze. Booze brought me here. Maybe stupidity too." It wasn't dishonest, really. he didn't actually know what brought him here. Mostly a series of strange mishaps it had appeared at first; But then he found the Jolly Roger. The similarities were just way too weird to ignore. "Haha. Definitely stupidity. Don't get onto a boat when you're plastered. Never know where you'll end up. So, Lana, you like a long time local around here? Or were you once a tourist too?"

Lanara tries to play it cool as she raises her arms above her head, in an attempt to faux-stretch, before she expertly throws the dagger at the ill-mannered brute. A rather feminine yelp is audible as the dagger hits the target, and implants itself into his forearm, though Lana lowers her arms and shifts slightly closer to Sidd. A mischievous glint is evident in her hypnotic hues as she lowers her voice, a hint of huskiness in her tone, as she bites back a giggle. “He really thought he was big and bad, huh? But he’s crying like a little girl!” After a few minutes, she composes herself enough to relax in her chair and cross her long legs. The brute is now wailing loudly as his drunken friends are taking bets as to who should get to pull the knife from his arm. “Hm. Booze? Well… There are worse things that could happen. I… I know it’s probably wayyy too soon to be saying this and all, but I’m glad you got, uh, shipwrecked, here. And I… I came to the lands about four years ago. I’m originally from an elven kingdom, called Kelvar. It’s really far from here… And it’s burnt to rubbish now. The drow came and destroyed my homeland. I came here to find my little sister. And I have lived here off and on over the years. It’s not a bad place… But the lands hold a lot of heartache for some. That’s why I now live my life as if every moment is my last. Er, well, this is my second life and all… But you know what I mean?!”

Sidd 's eyelids snap open as wide as they could go; There would be no mistaking that his eyes were indeed blue. Oh damn. Lady's got bite! Sidd looked at Lanara, who had quickly moved over, and then back at the meatheads who were arguing. Yeah, this was definitely not home. First, there was no way in hell anyone would ever get away with throwing a knife at someone in a public area. Second, those sorts of idiots would have swarmed all over the table and started a good ol' fashioned beat down. But no, the pair were still able to speak while the idiots argued and placed bets over the removal of the weapon. "Jeez, man. That was one hell of a throw." he commented, half response to her initial teasing. Sidd was definitely on guard, should anything come from this, but tried his best to put on a grin and maintain the current discussion. "Ah hah, well, yeah. That's because I'm awesome. Everyone loves me!" A fist made, the index and pinky fingers extended, and he laughed. "Naw, but for real, thanks. I guess it wasn't so bad of a thing to happen. Lots of cool people to meet, like yourself." A firm nod and he listened further. "Ah haaaah, yeah, I get ya. Totally! Live fast, die hard, man. And yeah, screw the drow. They're dicks. I mean, I've only met one so far, but he was a dick. Stuck me in a pit for a few years. I ever see him again... POW right in the kisser."

Lanara giggles as she’s teased, and she finds herself relaxing, as she is usually rather reserved around strangers. Maybe it was the liquor, or maybe it was that Sidd seemed to be carefree, or maybe it was the release from throwing a dagger at a bully, whatever the reason, she finds herself smiling as she sips from the pitcher. “I –hate- the drow. I mean… Who the hell wants to live underground? Ew. I guess they belong with the worms and bugs and dirt. And… I’m sorry you went through that. Wow, you find yourself in some bad situations, huh?” As her lips once more wrap around the straw, she finds her own eyes widening as her chocolate hues lock onto blue. A familiar shade of blue, perhaps, as she finds herself momentarily stunned. In some ways she finds herself thankful that her chair is literally pulled from beneath her, and that she falls onto the floorboards with a ‘oomph’ for she doesn’t have to explain the lengthy gaze into the strangers eyes. As the remaining half of the pitcher is upended and she’s covered from chin to waist in the liquid, she scrambles to regain her footing and finds her victim from earlier glaring at the two of them. “You two are in big trouble! Who does this knife belong to? Whoever it is…It’s going through your arm next!” The male is about six foot tall, with bulging biceps, and a group of drunken buddies cheering him on. However, he is inebriated and already suffering a more than superficial wound. Lana finally stands up and tries to gently push Sidd towards the door, as this wasn’t his fight, and she didn’t want the newcomer to take the fall.

Sidd laughs out loud when Lanara hit the floor. He genuinely thought she had given herself a lesson in stupidity. It wasn't until he went to give her a hand that he notices the large brute that had come up behind them. The main instigator was a lot larger than the those in the crew he had fought a few days ago. "G'dammit." he said looking first to the bloke and then his pals. "So. We should.... go?" he speaks softly, words directed to the woman whom had lifted herself from the floor. Sid had two options, really. Stay and fight or run really, really fast. Or maybe, just maybe... he had an idea. He stared the aggressor down. Real hard. His eyelids halved and his face began to grow red. He was trying his damnedest to summon that little gift he was given in the Void. Just enough force to knock this guy on his ass, that's all Sidd was asking for. A moment... and... Nothing. As he relaxed, the mohawked man looked a bit worried. He knew exactly what was about to happen next- And it was this that he would use to his benefit. "Man, I don't know who that belongs to. But here, I think this is yours!" No sooner had the words been spoken did he cup his hands behind his ass, cut a classic silent-but-deadly, and then throw his hand in the brute's face. The victim would definitely be taken back by the stench- It was damn near putrid, and typically kept most at bay. Sidd then laugh-snorted and grabbed Lanara by the hand, the very one used to push him toward the door, and in turn lead her to the exit as fast as he could go. He was laughing really, really hard when he hit the tavern door, calling out "Smell ya later, boys!" before disappearing into the night.

Kelay Way

Lanara exits the tavern, hand in hand, with Sidd, and she nearly trips as she steers him to the side of the building. There is a good deal of shade to camouflage them for the time being, and it’s here that she laughs uncontrollably. The woman couldn’t remember the last time she had laughed this hard, and she finds herself clutching her ribs, as tears stream down her pretty face. “That. Was. Hilarious.” She finally breathes out, as she just now drops his hand, and dries her tears. “I… That was really… Um… Something?” Another laugh, as she meets his gaze. “Thank you… Truly. That was quick thinking and really chivalrous of you. I would give you a hug, but I am doused in ale!” So instead, she ruffles his Mohawk and leans against the wall to sneak a peek around the side of the building. “I think we’re safe. I can’t say the same for them, though… Dude… You really smoked the place!”

Sidd face was red again, but this time is was from the pure laughter that was pouring from his open mouth. He slumped down onto his ass, trying to catch his breath. "Man... Mesthak... he's so... not... gonna... let me come back." The tussle was met with a big ol' grin, his gaze sky rocketing upward to land on his new accomplice. "That was not the intended result, but g'damn, I love when things work out in the end. I really gotta see a doc about it. No way that's normal." Once he had calmed down, Sidd erected himself and took his turn in peeking around the side of the tavern for a moment. Coast was clear! "Really though, no sweat. Those guys were friggin' jackasses. Deserved that, and then some. Not sure how you can put up with those sorts and their moronic cat-calls."

Lanara shrugs slightly at his comment, unsure how to respond, though she finally opens up a bit. “I… I really have no choice. I lost everything. When I died, I lost my magic, so now I have to rely on the few defenses I have left. I shouldn’t have picked a fight with them… But… I am a little tipsy and it gets so old hearing them jeer at me…” Sighing, she runs her fingers through her long locks and nervously looks away. The elf truly is stunning, even as she’s covered in ale, with her flawless features and captivating eyes, so it’s no wonder the men were behaving like animals. And the fact that she is an exotic dancer only riled them up even more! “So… Maybe I need to find another job, too. I’m not very good with building things, but if you ever need a helping hand, or hear of anything, let me know… I only took the dancing gig to earn some gold. I hate relying on anyone to take care of me, and my sister means well, but she can be a bit overbearing. Also, I owe you one. You saved my ass back there… Well…” Turning to the side she glances down and winces as her upper thigh is turning a faint shade of blue, and though he can’t see it, her right butt cheek is growing numb. “I really took a pounding tonight… Those floorboards are rough! Guess I will have to take tomorrow off. No one wants to see a bruised stripper.” Leaning nearer to Sidd she lowers her voice to a whisper, though there’s a hint of amusement in her tone. “Speaking of… Are you alright down there? I never heard anything so… Violent. I mean… I need a new shirt, but you may need new bottoms!”

Sidd took a deep breath and ran both hands through his hair, fingers interlocking when they finally settled at the back of his neck. He couldn't help it, but those steely blues would browse the merchandise when the elven woman turned away. He was a man, after all. Though in some regard, it wasn't all in a lusting nature- Much of it had been curiosity. He had only known humans for most of his existence. It was only in the last few years that he had come to meet and interact with the various humanoid and monstrous races across the worlds he had visited. Elves, especially, seemed to hold some sort of supernatural beauty. "I get it, man. Really, I do. I've been homeless so many times. Doin' crap I didn't really wanna do just to get by. Can't tell you how many friends pads I crashed just so I could have a warm place to sleep, y'know?" A soft half-hearted smile was offered as he leaned up against the side of the tavern. "I'm sorry to hear that you've lost your gift. And hey, maybe something better will come along. I mean, I have a lot of respect for you dancin' types. Dumb ass dudes will fork out a lot of coin just to see ya wiggle. I know, from a friend, that you can make bank doing it. But there's a lot of garbage you gotta go through. I ain't from around here, but I would imagine the standards in a place like this, ain't exactly to your benefit, eh?" A shrug. "What sort of things do you like to do? What's your passion? I'm sure I can help keep an eye out for something that might suit ya better. I mean, if that's whatcha want." When the conversation began to turn to his little faux pas in the tavern, he laughed and nudged her with his elbow. "No. I didn't crap my pants, if that's what your asking." A teasing wink as he went on, "Might need a wipe though. HAH. But seriously, that only happens when i try to use 'the gift'." Those last two words were accompanied by finger quotations. "It's like. I think it's magic? Or something. Sometimes I can move things with my mind. But when I try, the body goes haywire... and yeah. You saw what happened in there."

Lanara grins as he states that he has respect for exotic dancers, and she shrugs her slender shoulders. “I don’t go home with any of my clients. I mean… I’m not going to say I’ve never given a lap dance, but I’ve never gone beyond the workplace with anyone. I know a lot of women bring in big coin that way, but I couldn’t do that. There’s too much that could go wrong, and I enjoy dancing and pretending to be all sexy, but I wouldn’t enjoy pretending in the bedroom. If that makes any sense?” Pausing, she exhales and worries her lower lip, as if in thought. “I love animals. I am very good with making them feel safe and do my bidding. Sort of like an empath, I guess you could say. I have been trying to take odd jobs here and there to eventually open up an animal shelter… But owning a business is expensive, and at this rate I will be dancing until I’m ninety in human years!” Grinning, she tilts her head to the side and looks into his blue eyes, her smile somewhat fading. “I had a lover once… He had eyes just like yours. And then there was one other… Leo… But I died and he’s a rogue, so you know how those go… I’m sorry. I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable, it’s just not often that I meet someone with blue eyes. And you also are the only one, besides my sister, that I’ve spoken to since I’ve returned. So you should feel pretty special!” At this she attempts to lighten the mood and elbows him, only to find that he is nudging her back and describing his gift. “I see… So you were blessed with the power to move your bowels with your mind?” Again, she is attempting to be sincere, but she’s also amused, and so has a half-smile on her face, though she is intently listening.

Sidd couldn't help but laugh again, pretty hard. "Holy hell. Yeah. I guess you could say that. Half the time that's what it seems like anyway. What a gift! But nah. I mean. Like. Sometimes I can draw things near that are out of reach. Or like, I can push things away. It's pretty cool when it actually works." he nods all matter-of-fact like. "Whoa. Wait. Leo?" it was probably a coincidence, but he had to ask. "Blonde dude, speaks all gruff and pirate like, about yay-high?" he lifts a hand to Leoxander's height. It might have been a little reassuring for the elven woman to see that Sidd didn't look all too uncomfortable, because after all, he was probably the most easy going person around this chunk of land. Suddenly he would switch back to the career discussion. "That's pretty cool, actually. I don't think I've seen any places around here so far- Animal shelters I mean. I think I saw a couple stables or whatever, but they're mostly horses and such, right? What sort of costs would go into it? I mean, I know you need a building and all, but there must be something around that's cheap? If you find something run down, I can give ya a hand building it up. I do a ton of carpentry at the moment- Currently, kinda, working out of the Jolly Roger out on Rynvale island."

Lanara groans softly as he speaks about her old ‘crush’ Leoxander, and gives a brief nod. “Yeah… That’s him. I had a thing for him… Blue eyes, tattoo’s, yeah… My type. Anyways. It didn’t go anywhere, or maybe it would have, if I didn’t die. But I died. And I’m sure he’s with another woman, or ten, or maybe he found the one he left behind on the other island… I’m not sure. It’s not even worth mentioning to him, really. I’m not the same woman I was back then, and my sister never mentioned him looking for me or asking around about my whereabouts. So, it’s for the best.” Her attention changes back to the animal shelter and she can’t help but blush as he offers his services. “I think I would need around five thousand gold a month to fund something like that… I mean, I wouldn’t only be taking in domesticated animals. And some have special needs… But if the animals were adopted, I could use those funds to keep the place running. I’m not looking to make a killing… I just want a place to call home and to help the animals, really… If I can get the funds together… I will come and find you at the Jolly Roger. Deal?” The moon hangs high overhead and the ruckus inside the bar seems to be at a lull, meaning that it was likely in the middle of the night. Lana stifles a yawn and appears somewhat sad that she has to leave, as she was having quite a fun evening with Sidd. The male was unique, and unpredictable, she’d give him that. He was a lot like herself, when she was feeling playful, minus the magical farting. It was obvious with the way she is hesitant to leave that she hopes they cross paths again, and maybe cause a little more mischief. She lingers for a moment as she undoes the straps of her shoes, and prepares to walk to wherever home would be for tonight, barefoot. “Oh! If you are going to seek out Leone in Gualon… The best way to get there is to go east in Cenril, until you reach the ferry. Take the ferry to Rynvale, and then head north until you reach the stables. You won’t be able to miss the place. There’s a lot of smoke coming from the chimney. And… Thank you again for saving my broke ass tonight… In more ways than one. Next time I owe you a drink and an escape plan!”

Sidd really wishes he had a pencil and paper with him. Cenril. Ferry. Rynvale. North. Stables. Check! He avoided that sore spot with Leo and opted to first speak of her dream job. "Totally a deal!" Then when it was obvious she were departing, he pushed off of the side of the tavern with his shoulder, hands coming to be tucked inside of his pockets. He stepped out and onto the moonlit pathway running through town, his gaze set upon the east, then west, and finally on the elven woman. "No worries, chiquita. I'm just great like that!" he smirks, obviously indicating that he knew he was full of himself. "And sure. Bottle of whiskey next time. I ain't a cheap date. Take care, eh? Don't get into trouble on the way home." As a bit of a farewell, he slapped two fingers against the side of his head in salute.

Sidd watches Lanara wander off and soon decides that he needs another beer. Or three. Given that Kelay Tavern was now off limits for the night, he began to take a shortcut through the woods to Larket and see what was happening at the Inn.

~Fin