07.08.3013: Singing in the Taphouse
Summary: A little embarassment for Llacheu when he's caught singing and playing in the Taphouse.
Date: 07.08.13
Related: None
Llacheu Aelewen Viannea Lorelei 

Mott Taphouse, Spine
The taphouse is burrowed out from the heart of one of the various elder trees that surround the Heartwood. It is dark, warm, and inviting no matter the time of day. There are not a lot of hard corners, and it feels as though the walls blend in with the ceilings that curve high above. The interior wood has been stained a honey gold, which is offset by the rosewood bar and tables. There are a couple of circular windows that have been carved from the tree trunk, though the glass is stained a soft green to continue to maintain a particular atmosphere no matter the time of day. Scattered throughout the room are tables of various size and chair arrangement, and the aforementioned bar runs along the left-hand wall.

The taphouse only provides ale. Order a whiskey, you get ale. Order a martini, you get ale. The menu is also very simple with a set series of meals — breakfast, lunch, and dinner — that change from day to day. It is common knowledge that special orders or requests are always ignored.

Evening of July 8th, 3013

It's a fairly rowdy group tonight in the pub. Llacheu is here, straight from his last duty shift except that he's picked up his lute. He's seated with a few other woodsy fellows and they seem to be working on a song together, a silly song they are more than midway through. Llacheu and another two play and they are all trying to sing it, several mugs of ale scattered about the tables nearest them.

"Now you have such good taste in your women for sure,
They always are pretty, they always are pure.
But your notion of dining, it makes us all flinch,
For your favorite entree is barbecued wench.

Now we've found a solution, it works out so neat,
If you insist on nothing but virgins to eat.
No more will our number ever grow small,
We'll simply make sure there's no virgins at all!"

Some folk in the pub roar with laughter whether the trio is any damn good or not. And mostly, they probably aren't. A few coins are tossed, but also a few other bits less savoury. The small group winds up with a final repeat of the chorus:

"Do virgins taste better than those who are not?
Are they salty, or sweeter, more juicy or what?
Do you savor them slowly? Gulp them down on the spot?
Do virgins taste better than those who are not?"

Of course, any gals coming in on this song already in progress might not know that they are singing about appeasing a drake…

Aelewen stalks in a little tiredly, dark circles around her eyes and the tiny fragments of excess weight the hard and slender woman might have been carrying are gone. She winces at the sound, so much for a quiet drink or two but she can at least retreat to a corner as she slips through the crowds, offering a quick smile to those who greet her, although she pauses by a table of some of her scouts, pausing to say something to each in turn and paying for their next round.

Viannea is apparently one of those girls who never heard the song before and on top of it her timing is such that she only catches the last verse which has her pausing and wondering just what kind of establishment she wandered herself into. Takes a moment before she catches on to what the song is about thanks to two bawdy men laughing and mentioning how the song would be so much more fun if it wasn't about a virgin-eating drake.

Feeling her face warm, the Lady Knight makes her way to the bar, scooting close enough to where the performers are for Llacheu to notice her if he's looking out into the crowd.

Lorelei arrives from the The Heartwood.

Well it /is/ a very old silly song that nobody remembers now where it came from. Just as well. Some things are worth enduring in one form or another. Llacheu and the others let the noise die down to wet their whistles with their drinks. He offers Aelwen a smile and lifts his mug to her, not drunk but clearly been having a good evening so far. "Lieutenant!" They'd all get up and salute but yeah, that's not going to happen. A few cheers go up for her buying them a round, "Best officer ever!" and so forth. "Do you have any requests, Lieutenant?!"

Llacheu's mug is empty! He lays it on the table and fingers his lute to adjust it. Something or someone snags his gaze - the moment he notices Viannea has arrived, he watches her and gets quieter.

Aelewen nods back to Llacheu with a faint smile as she drops her voice to growl at the table in front of her "Not too many more, we are back in the field early tomorrow" she says as her smile turns wolfish. With that she leaves them to drink, glancing up she spokes Vi and offers the younger noble a nod, lifting her weathered hand in a wave.

Lorelei 's just gotten back. Her ankle while still wrapped, is mostly better, she walks without any aid and is only limping to someone who looks for that sort of thing. The cut on her face is onlt a faint pink line, and even that will be gone in a day or so. Her hands though, while healed, may take a bit longer for the marks to disappear. She's dressed in a Pretty green form fitting dress, slightly more elaborate than she normally has, with gold accents. At this point, all she wants is an ale and to go home. Hopefully she won't run into her brother.

Their drinks are refilled and the three scouts take a moment to confer since Aelewen didn't give them a play request. As they are warned they have an early morning exercise and it's liable to be a hard one, they take the hint and opt for something quieter to wind down their evening play. Once they are ready, Llacheu strums his lute softly to set the pace and the others fall in with him.

"Kind friends and companions, come join me in rhyme
Come lift up your voices in chorus with mine
Let us drink and be merry, all grief to refrain
For we may and might never all meet here again

Here's a health to the company and one to my lass
Let us drink and be merry all out of one glass
Let us drink and be merry, all grief to refrain
For we may and might never all meet here again.

Here's a health to the dear lass that I love so well
Her style and her beauty, sure none can excel
There's a smile upon her countenance as she sits on my knee
Sure there's no one in in this wide world as happy as we.

Our ship lies in orbit, she's ready to dock
I hope she's safe landed without any shock
If ever we should meet again by land or by star-sea
I will always remember your kindness to me."

The gesture from Aelewen catches Viannea's attention first and she waves, greeting the woman quickly before holding up an index finger to ask for a moment. A drink is ordered and then she turns around, glass in hand, only to almost run into Lorelei. "Damn…" The glass' contents stay where they're supposed to, much to Vi's relief, meaning neither of them get soaked tonight. "I am so sorry. I didn't hit you or anything, did I?" The other's state is noticed in part and she winces. A quick glance is given to the room as a whole as if she's worried she'll get jumped by someone for her near-accident, that being when she notices the Sergeant she met earlier.

On the chorus, one of Llacheu's lute strings snaps with a dischordant 'twang' that makes some who are listening give a laugh and some jearing. The archer's voice goes a bit off but he finishes the song with his fellows.

Aelewen winces at Llacheu's singing, a grin crossing her face as she calls out in a playful tone "Can I request someone who could carry a tune Sergeant?" she starts then perhaps about to say more she is stopped short as her gaze falls over Lorelei. Her face hardens a little, but the look is concern "What happened to you lass?'

Lorelei seems mostly surprised at almost being ran into, "Oh!I'm so sorry!"No, I'm fine. It didn't spill on you, did it?" Lorre glances and smiles at the music, in tune or not, it's still nice. Looking up to Aelewen, "My lady…I am…alright now. I was on Oculus when they had the snow cave in." She'll pale slightly, even at the memory and will glance to the bar, hoping to catch the bartender's eye.

"No, I am fine. And apparently better than you are… or have been. Whatever might be the case." Viannea motions to the bartender when it seems like Lorelei is trying to get his attention and then goes as far as to put some money on the bartop, willing to pay for her drink. "It's on me." The twang of the string catches her attention then and, with a sigh she merely shakes her head. "I swear. Soldiers should not try to be musicians… anyhow, please excuse me."

Lorelei's left to order her drink without any further interruption from Viannea who is now working her way towards where Aelewen sits, seeking to see if the lady would mind if she joins them this evening.

There's some good natured banter from his fellows about screwing up the song and his bad singing. Llacheu laughs and removes the broken string from his lute to smack one of them on the leg with it, "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. I'll remember it when you next screw up." He winks and stands to put his instrument back into the case. He flashes a grin back to his Lieutenant, "Maybe when I've had less to drink, my lady!" A quick glance to Viannae and then his instrument is safely stowed.

The trio breaks up to finish their drinks or head out. Llac picks up his last ale freshly refilled and tastes it lightly as he watches the gals. He retakes his former seat and is otherwise quiet, now.

"Oculus cave in?" Aelewen replies, seeming a little lost, she shakes her head and offers a small smile "Sorry spent most of the last week living out in the field scouting. Also stood in the field all day shooting arrows. Gettin too old to do that.." she says then carefully looks over Lorelei "Sit down lass and let me buy…thank you Lady Viannae" she says as the other woman beats her with the offer of a drink.

Lorelei's cheeks flush, apparently she looks worse than she thought if people are buying her drinks. "Oh you don't-" And the money is placed down already. She'll give Viannea a small smile, "thank you." Nodding to Aelewen as she's handed an ale(surprise) , "Apparently everything is on-top of water…if the ice cracks, and if you happen to get swallowed by one…" Loree frowns and will take a long sip on her drink. She'll gladly sit down, she may have told the medic that her ankle wasn't hurting quite as much as it was….

Llacheu pulls out his pocket tablet and opens it up. He lays it on the table and starts typing 'Lute for sale, broken string. Somebody said soldiers shouldn't try to be musicians and she's right. Make offers.' Of course nobody can see what he types out, his mood gone a little sour. He stares at the tablet for a long moment and then closes it up, not deleting it but not posting it yet either. The archer leaves his drink and goes to pick up his lute case. Llac digs out a bit to pay his tab before he goes, to leave it on the table.

Viannea hasn't heard about the news of what happened so listens to Lorelei's story intently, wincing at the thought of being swallowed up like that. "Sounds horrible," she mutters to herself while lowering herself into a seat, her own face slightly pale just at the thought. "I am glad you're alright," she eventually adds.

Some time is spent nursing her drink before she frowns, not pleased at how the Sergeant seems intent on going. "Will catch up with you sometime soon," she calls out, unaware as to how she's the reason his mood has taken a hit.

Aelewen notices Llacheu pulling out some coins and offers the sergeant a smile "Tabs on me Sergeant" she calls out to him then looks back to the others to catch Lorelei's story. A genuine shudder passes through the seemingly unflappable woman "I hate that place….just between us." She takes a long pull of her ale as it arrives before adding "Giant satellite in space, and moons where you can freeze, drown, fall, burn, or freeze and drown…"

He glances up, gives a faint nod, "As you wish, my lady." To which of them Llacheu replies, he leaves it unclear. He gathers his lute case and steps around the table, "I'll have'm up early for inspection before we move out, Lieutenant. Good night and thanks." A last look and then he departs.

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