as written by Knosis, Alara, and Cordeleanne
The pub was rather crowded at this time of night with a bunch of rowdy Iverians, laughing, shouting, playing pool, drinking and just having a grand time. The wooden floors and tables were well worn and had old stains of various concoctions of alcohol, vomit, and the occasional blood spatter. Cigar and cigarette smoke filled the air, and there were more than a few narcotics being passed around.
This was home for Skye. She stood on stage, singing her heart out with her sassy punk rock songs, powering through guitar rifts, or drinking with the lot of them most nights for as long as she could remember. This night was no different. As soon as the song was over, she waved to her band and smiled. "Take 30 guys, I'm a bit thirsty." She placed her guitar in its stand, brushing back her long strands of ebony hair from her pale face and looking for faces she knew wouldn't be there. "Oi, its been months now, an' I still miss'em.." She muttered. "Bet they're havin' loads o' fun though." She grinned at the thought as she crossed to the bar. "Oi! Hit me up!" She called.
"You still pinin' over them O'Callaghan boys?" Murtagh asked from across the bar as he slid a filled tankard across to her.
"Oi, she's always pinin' over them two," Cabhan answered. "I think she regrets every day she stuck roun' 'ere to entertain us sorry lot, instead of runnin' off wi' them."
"''ell I would be too if I 'ad to look at your ugly mug every night," Murtagh jested with a low chuckle.
"Eh, If I'd gon' with 'em, you lot would bring the torches and pitch forks to come draggin' me back to my stage. Who else around here is any good, hm? Turlach's bunch? Bah." She gave a shit-eating grin. "You'd be rippin' your ears off and beggin' me to come back. I stayed for what's left of your sanity and pretty features.. should be grateful and give me free drinks."
She looked over at Cobhan and winked. "Don't go listenin' to Murtagh. He's just jealous 'is mom wishes he was half as handsome as you are, Cobhan. Then she wouldn't have had to put the bag over 'is head as a lad."
"You sure know 'ow to sweet talk a bartender for free drinks," Murtagh said with a scowl.
He took it in good humor though. Just another night at the pub.
"So what's the news on them anyways?" Cabhan asked. "'asn't been the same roun' 'ere without them. Last I 'eard they were off to Lutetia to chase some tail."
"Aye." She said. "Went lookin' for girls they could get on with that they didn't have to worry about bein' related to." She took a swig from the tankard with a grateful sigh. "Apparently, gettin' into all sorts o' trouble without me keepin' them in line. Desmond near 'ad his arm bit off by this she-wolf he's got the hots for. And Brendan's turned a stiff." She shook her head. "Those boy's been away from home too long, I said. But noooo.."
Jamissa watched Skye from a table nearby. She held the same drink she had ordered hours ago, never bringing it to her lips. Jami was not a drinker or a partier. Her long red auburn hair was braided over her left shoulder. Her tattered backpack hung on the chair, heavy with the books and papers she always had with her. She wore a white buttoned down shirt with a short, loosely tied blue tie. Her blue pleated skirt came to just above her knees. She looked completely out of place in the bar but she was totally enthralled by Skye and never missed one of her shows.
"Maybe you've been too long wi' your head in Lutetia," Cabhan said.
He picked up his full glass of beer and set it down in front of Skye, half leaning on her shoulder with one arm.
"How many time's a guy gotta ask you to get a date roun' 'ere anyways?" he asked with a wink. "You've got 'alf the bar linin' up, an' not a one's got you out that door yet."
"Perhaps..." She agreed. "But still, I can't 'elp but wonder."
She chuckled and smiled at Cabhan sweetly, patting his hand gently. "'alfs of 'em are close enough as family that I can follow the family line, and most the others would go with a fat cow if they're drunk 'n horny enough." She jested.
"'sides, can't be playin' favorites. You know how much business I'd lose if I got claimed?"
Jami watched Skye and Cabhan. She stood and shook her head and sat back down and played with her drink. Her posture was straight and her presence was that of confidence despite her painful inability to be social.
Skye was taking a swig from the tankard when a song started blaring from her pocket. "Mmm!" Skye said, digging her cellphone from her pocket. "Speakin' of the devil... Sorry, gotta take this." She opened the phone with a smile. "'ello lover boy.~" She spoke.
"Uh.... Were you expecting someone else?" Desmond's voice came through the phone.
Cabhan let out a playfully dramatic sigh as he grabbed another tankard of ale and got up.
"Tell 'em I said hi," he offered before leaving her to her phone call.
"Pffft." She mocked into the speaker of her cellphone. "Who else would be callin' this time o' night sounding all lovely dovey, eh?" She teased. "'ow are you and Brendan? Oh, and Cabhan says hi."
The pub was rather crowded at this time of night with a bunch of rowdy Iverians, laughing, shouting, playing pool, drinking and just having a grand time. The wooden floors and tables were well worn and had old stains of various concoctions of alcohol, vomit, and the occasional blood spatter. Cigar and cigarette smoke filled the air, and there were more than a few narcotics being passed around.
This was home for Skye. She stood on stage, singing her heart out with her sassy punk rock songs, powering through guitar rifts, or drinking with the lot of them most nights for as long as she could remember. This night was no different. As soon as the song was over, she waved to her band and smiled. "Take 30 guys, I'm a bit thirsty." She placed her guitar in its stand, brushing back her long strands of ebony hair from her pale face and looking for faces she knew wouldn't be there. "Oi, its been months now, an' I still miss'em.." She muttered. "Bet they're havin' loads o' fun though." She grinned at the thought as she crossed to the bar. "Oi! Hit me up!" She called.
"You still pinin' over them O'Callaghan boys?" Murtagh asked from across the bar as he slid a filled tankard across to her.
"Oi, she's always pinin' over them two," Cabhan answered. "I think she regrets every day she stuck roun' 'ere to entertain us sorry lot, instead of runnin' off wi' them."
"''ell I would be too if I 'ad to look at your ugly mug every night," Murtagh jested with a low chuckle.
"Eh, If I'd gon' with 'em, you lot would bring the torches and pitch forks to come draggin' me back to my stage. Who else around here is any good, hm? Turlach's bunch? Bah." She gave a shit-eating grin. "You'd be rippin' your ears off and beggin' me to come back. I stayed for what's left of your sanity and pretty features.. should be grateful and give me free drinks."
She looked over at Cobhan and winked. "Don't go listenin' to Murtagh. He's just jealous 'is mom wishes he was half as handsome as you are, Cobhan. Then she wouldn't have had to put the bag over 'is head as a lad."
"You sure know 'ow to sweet talk a bartender for free drinks," Murtagh said with a scowl.
He took it in good humor though. Just another night at the pub.
"So what's the news on them anyways?" Cabhan asked. "'asn't been the same roun' 'ere without them. Last I 'eard they were off to Lutetia to chase some tail."
"Aye." She said. "Went lookin' for girls they could get on with that they didn't have to worry about bein' related to." She took a swig from the tankard with a grateful sigh. "Apparently, gettin' into all sorts o' trouble without me keepin' them in line. Desmond near 'ad his arm bit off by this she-wolf he's got the hots for. And Brendan's turned a stiff." She shook her head. "Those boy's been away from home too long, I said. But noooo.."
Jamissa watched Skye from a table nearby. She held the same drink she had ordered hours ago, never bringing it to her lips. Jami was not a drinker or a partier. Her long red auburn hair was braided over her left shoulder. Her tattered backpack hung on the chair, heavy with the books and papers she always had with her. She wore a white buttoned down shirt with a short, loosely tied blue tie. Her blue pleated skirt came to just above her knees. She looked completely out of place in the bar but she was totally enthralled by Skye and never missed one of her shows.
"Maybe you've been too long wi' your head in Lutetia," Cabhan said.
He picked up his full glass of beer and set it down in front of Skye, half leaning on her shoulder with one arm.
"How many time's a guy gotta ask you to get a date roun' 'ere anyways?" he asked with a wink. "You've got 'alf the bar linin' up, an' not a one's got you out that door yet."
"Perhaps..." She agreed. "But still, I can't 'elp but wonder."
She chuckled and smiled at Cabhan sweetly, patting his hand gently. "'alfs of 'em are close enough as family that I can follow the family line, and most the others would go with a fat cow if they're drunk 'n horny enough." She jested.
"'sides, can't be playin' favorites. You know how much business I'd lose if I got claimed?"
Jami watched Skye and Cabhan. She stood and shook her head and sat back down and played with her drink. Her posture was straight and her presence was that of confidence despite her painful inability to be social.
Skye was taking a swig from the tankard when a song started blaring from her pocket. "Mmm!" Skye said, digging her cellphone from her pocket. "Speakin' of the devil... Sorry, gotta take this." She opened the phone with a smile. "'ello lover boy.~" She spoke.
"Uh.... Were you expecting someone else?" Desmond's voice came through the phone.
Cabhan let out a playfully dramatic sigh as he grabbed another tankard of ale and got up.
"Tell 'em I said hi," he offered before leaving her to her phone call.
"Pffft." She mocked into the speaker of her cellphone. "Who else would be callin' this time o' night sounding all lovely dovey, eh?" She teased. "'ow are you and Brendan? Oh, and Cabhan says hi."
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