Xeph snorted into his empty beer bottle, replacing it on the counter and reaching for the next one.
"You," he said to Waylon across Val's questionably furry chest, doing his best not to try to see if she was, indeed, hiding something, "are either way too drunk, or not drunk enough."
With that he shot the other man a grin and took a healthy swallow from the new beer.
The next comment only made him laugh harder. Holding his hands up, bottle caught loosely between the thumb and forefinger of his left hand, in the gesture of an unarmed man, he shook his head while trying not to inhale the brew.
"I'm staying out of that one before someone asks me to throw a shrimp on the barbie."
His own Aussie drawl was more than noticeable, and history had proven that anyone unfamiliar with the accent, and even many of those who were, were completely cool with asking him to repeat that particular phrase ad naseum.
A drink to the living (open)
Numb, numb was good right about now and she had that covered on several levels. She'd been in the smoky pub drinking, quite a lot, for some time now but she had two very good reasons for it. It was Giovanni's birthday, Val always had a drink in her maker and former lover's honor on his birthday. She wasn't sure quite what had happened to him, she hadn't heard from him in years, but she'd also not heard he was dead. All was right with her little world if Giovanni was alive and out there somewhere.
The other reason was crumpled and held tightly in her fist. Shamus. They'd killed her Shamus. The man who'd taken an idealistic 'young' hot head in and taught her how to fight, how to try and reclaim what was rightfully Ireland's. She'd come to love and trust him over the years. In fact, he was one of the very -very- few people to whom she'd confided in about her... condition. He'd never exploited it either, that's not to say they hadn't used it for the cause but he'd never taken her for granted. She'd gotten the letter from Declan today. Shamus had been shot and killed during a raid. Some one had sold them out and her mentor had paid a very high price. Ordinarily Val would have been on the first plane back, but Declan assured her both the killer and the traitor had been dealt with.
That left her with nothing to do but mourn. Mourn and celebrate, such a morbid combination; but it worked for her. A drink to the living a toast to the dead she muttered as she signaled for another round. Of course it was a bit odd considered that technically both the people she was drinking to were dead, but it was the thought that counted.
Xeph
15 years ago
Valentine
15 years ago
“There is hiding and then there is… hiding. Ask me again in a few drinks.”
If she was still standing that was.
Catching the Aussie’s look but not a look Val gave him a questioning glance. She’d had a bit of fun flirting with him a bit. Maybe a bit more would have results. Maybe she wouldn’t care in a bit, but if she did.
Her light mood turned on a dime. Putting her in with the Commonwealth was he? If he only knew.
“Only one of us from the Commonwealth here. Common mistake and one you want to avoid in future, or you might not wake up the next day.”
It was a perfectly civil tone, she even managed a smile. But Val meant every single word of it. Another day she might not take –such- offense, but today was special.
Forcing herself back to playful, she turned back to Xeph.
“You sir, are a coward.”
She said with a twinkle in her eye. That, she didn’t mean at all.
If she was still standing that was.
Catching the Aussie’s look but not a look Val gave him a questioning glance. She’d had a bit of fun flirting with him a bit. Maybe a bit more would have results. Maybe she wouldn’t care in a bit, but if she did.
Her light mood turned on a dime. Putting her in with the Commonwealth was he? If he only knew.
“Only one of us from the Commonwealth here. Common mistake and one you want to avoid in future, or you might not wake up the next day.”
It was a perfectly civil tone, she even managed a smile. But Val meant every single word of it. Another day she might not take –such- offense, but today was special.
Forcing herself back to playful, she turned back to Xeph.
“You sir, are a coward.”
She said with a twinkle in her eye. That, she didn’t mean at all.
Iov Hammerthynn
15 years ago
'No, Xeph isn't a coward.' Hammer lifted his mug, draining it down to the foam. Then in his best aussie accent he said, 'The dingo just ate his bay-bee.'
It would have taken several more glasses of beer to start a nice buzz but Hammer was feeling sluggish from a long boring day. Maybe it was time for another meal and then bed - so with that he waved to his Alpha and the cowboy, nodded to the red head with a murmured 'madam' and pulled out several bills to cover their tabs. Sociable he wasn't but it didn't hurt to be gracious from time to time.
'Night, all.' And with that, Hammer slowly made his way out of the pub.
((ooc - off to eat someone. Out)
It would have taken several more glasses of beer to start a nice buzz but Hammer was feeling sluggish from a long boring day. Maybe it was time for another meal and then bed - so with that he waved to his Alpha and the cowboy, nodded to the red head with a murmured 'madam' and pulled out several bills to cover their tabs. Sociable he wasn't but it didn't hurt to be gracious from time to time.
'Night, all.' And with that, Hammer slowly made his way out of the pub.
((ooc - off to eat someone. Out)
Waylon
15 years ago
"Definitely the later." He said with a big deliberately foolish grin on his face.
With the sudden desire to make things right in that area, Waylon motioned for the bartender but noticed she was not about at the moment. That damn Brit wasn't making a good name for herself.
He raised an eyebrow and gave Val a playfully evil grin.
"Be careful, I just might." Waylon was never known for his flirting abilities in all his 119 years, but he was caught up in it now. And though he had seen the obvious flirting between the redhead and the Aussie, it never crossed his mind that his own poor attempt at flirtation might irritate Xeph. He didn't seem like the sort to let such things bother him but you could never tell with some people.
Despite the woman's civil tone, Waylon could tell by her mannerism that she meant for her words to be taken quite seriously. That cut the cowboy out of any buzz the Guinness might have caused. Waylon looked Val square in the eyes and let his grin fade away and moved in to show that he meant no disrespect to her or the brave Irishmen that had fought English rule.
"That, my friend, is the sort of statement I like to hear. You just told me in so many words that you are not about to take any disrespect towards Eire, or those that died for her freedom. And I believe every word you said."
A new grin then attached itself to his face.
"Besides, with a surname like O'Seighin, I tend towards sympathy for the Emerald Isle. I myself would kill any man that had the balls to insult the men and women that died fighting the English in defence of Ireland"
Before he could get off his soapbox and order up a round of shots for the four of them, the big quiet guy got up and took off. Returning the man's nod Waylon saw the English bartender return. With impatience in his voice he ordered three 'snorts' of Jameson and threw down the money to cover the booze.
"Shots! Three shots!" came out of his mouth with a slight dose of irritation as the gal gave him a confused look. Waylon muttered "Fucking Limey" just under his breath as she set the alcohol in front of them and went off down the bar.
"To dying for what you believe in" He said as he raised his glass and promptly drained the shot. Waylon let out a 'gahh' and slammed the shot-glass back onto the bar.
"Good shit, that is."
With the sudden desire to make things right in that area, Waylon motioned for the bartender but noticed she was not about at the moment. That damn Brit wasn't making a good name for herself.
He raised an eyebrow and gave Val a playfully evil grin.
"Be careful, I just might." Waylon was never known for his flirting abilities in all his 119 years, but he was caught up in it now. And though he had seen the obvious flirting between the redhead and the Aussie, it never crossed his mind that his own poor attempt at flirtation might irritate Xeph. He didn't seem like the sort to let such things bother him but you could never tell with some people.
Despite the woman's civil tone, Waylon could tell by her mannerism that she meant for her words to be taken quite seriously. That cut the cowboy out of any buzz the Guinness might have caused. Waylon looked Val square in the eyes and let his grin fade away and moved in to show that he meant no disrespect to her or the brave Irishmen that had fought English rule.
"That, my friend, is the sort of statement I like to hear. You just told me in so many words that you are not about to take any disrespect towards Eire, or those that died for her freedom. And I believe every word you said."
A new grin then attached itself to his face.
"Besides, with a surname like O'Seighin, I tend towards sympathy for the Emerald Isle. I myself would kill any man that had the balls to insult the men and women that died fighting the English in defence of Ireland"
Before he could get off his soapbox and order up a round of shots for the four of them, the big quiet guy got up and took off. Returning the man's nod Waylon saw the English bartender return. With impatience in his voice he ordered three 'snorts' of Jameson and threw down the money to cover the booze.
"Shots! Three shots!" came out of his mouth with a slight dose of irritation as the gal gave him a confused look. Waylon muttered "Fucking Limey" just under his breath as she set the alcohol in front of them and went off down the bar.
"To dying for what you believe in" He said as he raised his glass and promptly drained the shot. Waylon let out a 'gahh' and slammed the shot-glass back onto the bar.
"Good shit, that is."
Xeph
15 years ago
Xeph chuckled at Hammer as his beta made his quiet exit. Turning back to Val, he said, "The man is right. And so are you. I'm selectively cowed. or something."
With a wolfish grin, he made it clear that joke hadn't yet died, settling back and letting Waylon take a stab at flirtation 101. Xeph was having fun, but he wasn't about to hook up with anyone, cute redhead or not. Games were games. He raised his beer bottle to Waylon behind Val's back when she turned away from him, giving the man another grin in a sort of "good luck" gesture.
He did give a little groan when the other man ordered shots. It was clear Waylon and Val were ready to get sloshed, but Xeph the pseudo-control-freak was not about to do so himself. Still, he didn't want to be rude. So he raised the little glass and downed the shot in one enormous gulp, barely tasting it and replacing the glass on the bar.
"That's it for me, I have a job to do tomorrow." He didn't want anyone wasting money on shots he wasn't going to drink.
Granted, two beers and a shot didn't even skim the surface; Xeph was a sizeable man and he knew exactly how much he could handle. Even so, he didn't want to get caught up.
He was perfectly willing to accept the ribbing he imagined would be coming his way for turning down any more drinks, when set against the potential for screwing up a surgical procedure the next day, or suffering even worse nightmares than usual later on.
With a wolfish grin, he made it clear that joke hadn't yet died, settling back and letting Waylon take a stab at flirtation 101. Xeph was having fun, but he wasn't about to hook up with anyone, cute redhead or not. Games were games. He raised his beer bottle to Waylon behind Val's back when she turned away from him, giving the man another grin in a sort of "good luck" gesture.
He did give a little groan when the other man ordered shots. It was clear Waylon and Val were ready to get sloshed, but Xeph the pseudo-control-freak was not about to do so himself. Still, he didn't want to be rude. So he raised the little glass and downed the shot in one enormous gulp, barely tasting it and replacing the glass on the bar.
"That's it for me, I have a job to do tomorrow." He didn't want anyone wasting money on shots he wasn't going to drink.
Granted, two beers and a shot didn't even skim the surface; Xeph was a sizeable man and he knew exactly how much he could handle. Even so, he didn't want to get caught up.
He was perfectly willing to accept the ribbing he imagined would be coming his way for turning down any more drinks, when set against the potential for screwing up a surgical procedure the next day, or suffering even worse nightmares than usual later on.
Valentine
15 years ago
Val grinned at Waylon and nodded quite politely at his apology. It was good to be taken seriously. She’d ‘died’ or should have (more than once) in defense of the Old Sod and knew far too many who had.
At the revelation of his surname she laughed and cheerfully nudged him in the arm
“Good man, you can’t be too careful generations past might come back to bite you if you turn your back too completely.”
She frowned a bit when the other left. Ah, well not every one enjoyed the same good time. Still she inquired of Xeph.
“Did we offend him?”
Manners never cost a thing and while she understood this might not be the sort of night out the other gentleman had wanted Val hated to think they’d chased him off.
Another toast? She’d drink to that.
“Sláinte!”
She also easily downed the shot. Although she was starting to hear Giovanni in the back of her head warning her about having –too- good of a time. Well fuck that if he wanted to tell her off, birthday or no, her sire could damned well show up here.
A delicate eyebrow raised at Xeph’s pronouncement.
“A responsible sort? Or do you have an ulterior motive?”
At the revelation of his surname she laughed and cheerfully nudged him in the arm
“Good man, you can’t be too careful generations past might come back to bite you if you turn your back too completely.”
She frowned a bit when the other left. Ah, well not every one enjoyed the same good time. Still she inquired of Xeph.
“Did we offend him?”
Manners never cost a thing and while she understood this might not be the sort of night out the other gentleman had wanted Val hated to think they’d chased him off.
Another toast? She’d drink to that.
“Sláinte!”
She also easily downed the shot. Although she was starting to hear Giovanni in the back of her head warning her about having –too- good of a time. Well fuck that if he wanted to tell her off, birthday or no, her sire could damned well show up here.
A delicate eyebrow raised at Xeph’s pronouncement.
“A responsible sort? Or do you have an ulterior motive?”
Waylon
15 years ago
Being of an especially suspicious nature, and adding the knowledge of the unseen facets of Nachtonian society, Waylon automatically assumed Val's comment was a hint at more than just her being a fiery little Celtic woman. That thought was quickly drowned with the next slug of beer though. There was no reason for him to assume anything yet; he was picking up no unfriendly vibes from this woman so far. So no need to worry for now.
Waylon stroked his short beard as of to ponder her statement.
"Truer words have not been spoken tonight." If she only knew. He thought as he continued, "In my experience, older generations tend to be more dangerous than the younger."
He was sure that didn't make a hell of a lot of sense. Oh well, passing oneself off as being drunk when you were not was much easier than the other way around.
Waylon looked around for an empty chair. He spotted one off across the bar and went to grab it. He sat it down a short distance from his bar-stool as Xeph made it known that he was not going to partake in anymore gut busting.
"Aaaw, no more!? Well, can't say that I blame you. I'm no stranger to running off of the fumes of that stuff the day after a night of howling at the moon, to be sure."
He grabbed his glass and sat down in his new chair. Resting his feet up on his former perch, Waylon turned back to Xeph.
"So what is it you do that keeps you from partaking in the drinking of this fine substitute for jet fuel?"
(ooc: sorry for the looong delay. I've been rather busy as of late. It's not much of an excuse to take this long off, but bare with me.
)
Waylon stroked his short beard as of to ponder her statement.
"Truer words have not been spoken tonight." If she only knew. He thought as he continued, "In my experience, older generations tend to be more dangerous than the younger."
He was sure that didn't make a hell of a lot of sense. Oh well, passing oneself off as being drunk when you were not was much easier than the other way around.
Waylon looked around for an empty chair. He spotted one off across the bar and went to grab it. He sat it down a short distance from his bar-stool as Xeph made it known that he was not going to partake in anymore gut busting.
"Aaaw, no more!? Well, can't say that I blame you. I'm no stranger to running off of the fumes of that stuff the day after a night of howling at the moon, to be sure."
He grabbed his glass and sat down in his new chair. Resting his feet up on his former perch, Waylon turned back to Xeph.
"So what is it you do that keeps you from partaking in the drinking of this fine substitute for jet fuel?"
(ooc: sorry for the looong delay. I've been rather busy as of late. It's not much of an excuse to take this long off, but bare with me.
)
Xeph
15 years ago
Xeph shook his head amicably at Val when she asked about Hammer being offended. "Hardly," he said. "I'm surprised he was out tonight, to begin with. He's not always the most sociable fellow."
He took note of Waylon's reference to "howling at the moon," wondering briefly if that was some sort of veiled hint, but Xeph had been in the business far too long for anything but a grin to pass over his features. If he was a were, he wasn't one of Xeph's and therefore it wasn't really his business unless this guy had recently paid a visit to the house of a certain client of his.
He didn't think that was the case though, whether it be a hunch or intuition. He shrugged it off and let the thought stew quietly on a backburner.
Since both his new acquaintances were now curious as to why he didn't down a few hundred more shots, he figured he'd better come clean there, lest they suspect him of being less than a diehard drinker.
"I'm a doctor," he said, "and I've got an early shift at the hospital tomorrow. Nothing more, nothing less."
He shot his charming smile off at Val though. "Sadly, no ulterior motive." Then, nodding to Waylon, he added, "and I can't be caught running off fumes in the middle of a surgery. Nothing worse than removing a kidney when you were after an appendix. Not sure how I'd explain that one."
He barked a short laugh at the idea, remembering many a frat party in college where they'd joked about just that.
Affecting a tired, hung-over sort of look he blinked at Waylon and said, "Wait... you mean, you weren't in for a vasectomy?" He scratched his head and peered into his empty beer bottle with a squinting eye. "Huh... what the hell did I just tie up, then?"
He took note of Waylon's reference to "howling at the moon," wondering briefly if that was some sort of veiled hint, but Xeph had been in the business far too long for anything but a grin to pass over his features. If he was a were, he wasn't one of Xeph's and therefore it wasn't really his business unless this guy had recently paid a visit to the house of a certain client of his.
He didn't think that was the case though, whether it be a hunch or intuition. He shrugged it off and let the thought stew quietly on a backburner.
Since both his new acquaintances were now curious as to why he didn't down a few hundred more shots, he figured he'd better come clean there, lest they suspect him of being less than a diehard drinker.
"I'm a doctor," he said, "and I've got an early shift at the hospital tomorrow. Nothing more, nothing less."
He shot his charming smile off at Val though. "Sadly, no ulterior motive." Then, nodding to Waylon, he added, "and I can't be caught running off fumes in the middle of a surgery. Nothing worse than removing a kidney when you were after an appendix. Not sure how I'd explain that one."
He barked a short laugh at the idea, remembering many a frat party in college where they'd joked about just that.
Affecting a tired, hung-over sort of look he blinked at Waylon and said, "Wait... you mean, you weren't in for a vasectomy?" He scratched his head and peered into his empty beer bottle with a squinting eye. "Huh... what the hell did I just tie up, then?"
Valentine
15 years ago
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
Val practically purred when he said he had no ulterior motive. Okay so she was being a slut and more than a little easy but damned he was hot and she was … with out. Upon hearing, he was a doctor she had to bite her tongue to keep from asking for a physical. But even having been her most of the night she wasn’t –that- uncouth. Although she did giggle a bit at her own thoughts.
Waylon’s odd quip about the older generation made her grin, and she only barley remember to hide her fangs. Maybe she did need to lay off for a few minutes any way.
“Don’t discount the young ones they didn’t get everything handed to them on a silver platter you know.”
Granted she’d had quite a bit handed to her. God bless you Giovanni where ever you are! She thought. But she’d also gone out of her way to make her own life, her own choices and she’d done quite well for being just around the century mark.
“We can howl at the moon later though, if you want. It’s a good spot of fun on occasion but I think it’s just as well we leave the doctor here with a steady hand.”
She’d had both enough practice and enough to drink that she could gaze suggestively at Xeph while speaking flirtily with Waylon. It was a gift, and one she quite enjoyed practicing. She giggled at Xeph’s chart reading and refrained from making any comments about tying people up for fun.
“And what about you sir? We have a doctor are you a lawyer or an Indian chief?”
Val practically purred when he said he had no ulterior motive. Okay so she was being a slut and more than a little easy but damned he was hot and she was … with out. Upon hearing, he was a doctor she had to bite her tongue to keep from asking for a physical. But even having been her most of the night she wasn’t –that- uncouth. Although she did giggle a bit at her own thoughts.
Waylon’s odd quip about the older generation made her grin, and she only barley remember to hide her fangs. Maybe she did need to lay off for a few minutes any way.
“Don’t discount the young ones they didn’t get everything handed to them on a silver platter you know.”
Granted she’d had quite a bit handed to her. God bless you Giovanni where ever you are! She thought. But she’d also gone out of her way to make her own life, her own choices and she’d done quite well for being just around the century mark.
“We can howl at the moon later though, if you want. It’s a good spot of fun on occasion but I think it’s just as well we leave the doctor here with a steady hand.”
She’d had both enough practice and enough to drink that she could gaze suggestively at Xeph while speaking flirtily with Waylon. It was a gift, and one she quite enjoyed practicing. She giggled at Xeph’s chart reading and refrained from making any comments about tying people up for fun.
“And what about you sir? We have a doctor are you a lawyer or an Indian chief?”
Waylon
15 years ago
Waylon took a long stretch and leaned his chair on it's back two legs. Coming out of the stretch he set the chair back on all fours and tilted his Studebaker hat up off his forehead.
He gave a couple of deep nods when he found out he was Talking to Dr. Xeph.
"That's a lot of schooling. More than I could do, that's for sure."
The old cowboy wasn't a dumb man. He just couldn't see himself sitting around long enough to shove all that knowledge into his skull. Sure, nowadays flying was much more complicated than at the dawn of aviation; but that was different, he enjoyed flying. The same could not be said for dealing with sick humans.
Waylon gave a small grin and an accepting nod to Val's comment about the younger generation.
"True, lord knows I wasn't one of the fortunate few." Well, at least not in that respect. "Growing up on a farm my platter had splinters in it."
Waylon couldn't help but chuckle at her next comment
"Yes it usually is a good time. But you're right, a doctors hands must be steady." He leaned in and nudged her arm with his elbow. Grinning, he continued on.
"Plus it would be rude to make the man babysit us after just meeting us."
Waylon's chuckle deepened at Xeph's joke.
He finished off his pint of Guinness as he pondered how to answer Val's question.
"Me? Oh not much. I'm a Chopper pilot most of the time. The rest of the time I find... odd jobs, to do."
Waylon's pause was barely noticeable. And wholly unintended. Damn, maybe he did need to slow down a bit
He gave a couple of deep nods when he found out he was Talking to Dr. Xeph.
"That's a lot of schooling. More than I could do, that's for sure."
The old cowboy wasn't a dumb man. He just couldn't see himself sitting around long enough to shove all that knowledge into his skull. Sure, nowadays flying was much more complicated than at the dawn of aviation; but that was different, he enjoyed flying. The same could not be said for dealing with sick humans.
Waylon gave a small grin and an accepting nod to Val's comment about the younger generation.
"True, lord knows I wasn't one of the fortunate few." Well, at least not in that respect. "Growing up on a farm my platter had splinters in it."
Waylon couldn't help but chuckle at her next comment
"Yes it usually is a good time. But you're right, a doctors hands must be steady." He leaned in and nudged her arm with his elbow. Grinning, he continued on.
"Plus it would be rude to make the man babysit us after just meeting us."
Waylon's chuckle deepened at Xeph's joke.
He finished off his pint of Guinness as he pondered how to answer Val's question.
"Me? Oh not much. I'm a Chopper pilot most of the time. The rest of the time I find... odd jobs, to do."
Waylon's pause was barely noticeable. And wholly unintended. Damn, maybe he did need to slow down a bit
Xeph
15 years ago
Xeph gave Valentine a wolfish little grin. The lady was, indeed, quite the flirt. But even if he'd wanted a one-nighter he'd never have been able to go through with it. Not when memories of kissing Nikhila were fresh in his head.
Taking a mental step back from the conversation, he let Val and Waylon converse for a moment, glad the cute redhead was openminded. Let the two of them hit it off.
He did nod in agreement with Waylon's comment about schooling. "Oddly enough, I'm not sure I would have had the motivation to finish it all if my old man hadn't been completely opposed to it," he said. "Wanted me to go into the family business, and all. I think I finished my MD half out of the desire to help, and half to spite him."
And that was the truth of it; Liam had never seen the use of doctoring humans. They were inferior. He had given grudging approval when Xeph received his DVM, but an MD? Why bother? They'd never agreed on it. They never would, now. And Xeph was having a hard time caring about that.
He shook himself out of it, grinning at Waylon's babysitting comment and laughing along with him. "I don't babysit. I'll just leave you where you fall."
As the conversation stayed on the topic of employment, Xeph gave a low whistle at the other man's profession. "There's no small amount of schooling involved in flying, either," he said. "It's all math and calculations, isn't it? One wrong angle and you're spinning out of control."
Xeph knew nothing about piloting aircraft; his own experiences had been mostly in chartered jets and he was certainly not the one in the cockpit. He respected a man who could make sense of all the bells and whistles up there.
"Plenty of responsibility in that line of work."
Taking a mental step back from the conversation, he let Val and Waylon converse for a moment, glad the cute redhead was openminded. Let the two of them hit it off.
He did nod in agreement with Waylon's comment about schooling. "Oddly enough, I'm not sure I would have had the motivation to finish it all if my old man hadn't been completely opposed to it," he said. "Wanted me to go into the family business, and all. I think I finished my MD half out of the desire to help, and half to spite him."
And that was the truth of it; Liam had never seen the use of doctoring humans. They were inferior. He had given grudging approval when Xeph received his DVM, but an MD? Why bother? They'd never agreed on it. They never would, now. And Xeph was having a hard time caring about that.
He shook himself out of it, grinning at Waylon's babysitting comment and laughing along with him. "I don't babysit. I'll just leave you where you fall."
As the conversation stayed on the topic of employment, Xeph gave a low whistle at the other man's profession. "There's no small amount of schooling involved in flying, either," he said. "It's all math and calculations, isn't it? One wrong angle and you're spinning out of control."
Xeph knew nothing about piloting aircraft; his own experiences had been mostly in chartered jets and he was certainly not the one in the cockpit. He respected a man who could make sense of all the bells and whistles up there.
"Plenty of responsibility in that line of work."
Valentine
15 years ago
Val laughed throatily and straightened herself up a bit.
“And who says I have any plans on falling over? I’ll put you both under the table yet.”
Listening to Xeph, she frowned slightly. At one time she would have given –anything- to go into the family business. But that just wasn’t about to happen in the 20s. Well at least she’d avoided the trap of being married and shuffled off to a kitchen somewhere dying of old age or some other ridiculous aliment.
The idea of flying though, perked her right up.
“Really? Now that’s something I’ve always wanted to try.”
Most schools, at least the one’s she’d spoken to on the occasional whim, seemed to want you to fly during the day and that was right out. Of course, she managed to get plenty of speed on the ground as well, but different was good.
“And who says I have any plans on falling over? I’ll put you both under the table yet.”
Listening to Xeph, she frowned slightly. At one time she would have given –anything- to go into the family business. But that just wasn’t about to happen in the 20s. Well at least she’d avoided the trap of being married and shuffled off to a kitchen somewhere dying of old age or some other ridiculous aliment.
The idea of flying though, perked her right up.
“Really? Now that’s something I’ve always wanted to try.”
Most schools, at least the one’s she’d spoken to on the occasional whim, seemed to want you to fly during the day and that was right out. Of course, she managed to get plenty of speed on the ground as well, but different was good.
Waylon
15 years ago
Waylon nodded knowingly as Xeph told his story. He knew where the other man was coming from. Even in his old life all it took was for somebody to say he couldn't or shouldn't do something and he was off to the races.
"Yep, nothing like getting told it can't be done to drive a man to do it anyways."
Waylon got up to refill his glass and found himself laughing at both of his drinking companions' barbs. He sat back down and told himself not to go rambling on to these poor souls about one of his three great passions. Even if Val and Xeph were undead they would not have the time to listen to all the stories the man had gathered through the years.
"Spinning out of control? No, it's not quite that bad." he said with a grin. "But one wrong angle or a miscalculation of your fuel reserves could cause a bad case of 'I'm not where I want to be'. And that is no fun."
Ooo. So Val was interested in flying. Waylon might have not lost his love for his beautiful wife of so many years ago, or, for that matter his creator. But he was a realist and knew he would never see either of them again. Therefore he always had time for a pretty woman that showed interest in one of his passions.
"It is, is it? Then we should get together sometime and I'll see what I can do about showing you a thing or two. I'm always happy to pass along a skill of mine to someone that is truly interested. Though let me warn you, my job tends to force me to keep strange hours. But let me know when you are free and we'll work something out."
Waylon hated lying, but his need to hide what he was from those that were not kinsmen was greater than his sense of honour.
"Yep, nothing like getting told it can't be done to drive a man to do it anyways."
Waylon got up to refill his glass and found himself laughing at both of his drinking companions' barbs. He sat back down and told himself not to go rambling on to these poor souls about one of his three great passions. Even if Val and Xeph were undead they would not have the time to listen to all the stories the man had gathered through the years.
"Spinning out of control? No, it's not quite that bad." he said with a grin. "But one wrong angle or a miscalculation of your fuel reserves could cause a bad case of 'I'm not where I want to be'. And that is no fun."
Ooo. So Val was interested in flying. Waylon might have not lost his love for his beautiful wife of so many years ago, or, for that matter his creator. But he was a realist and knew he would never see either of them again. Therefore he always had time for a pretty woman that showed interest in one of his passions.
"It is, is it? Then we should get together sometime and I'll see what I can do about showing you a thing or two. I'm always happy to pass along a skill of mine to someone that is truly interested. Though let me warn you, my job tends to force me to keep strange hours. But let me know when you are free and we'll work something out."
Waylon hated lying, but his need to hide what he was from those that were not kinsmen was greater than his sense of honour.
Xeph
15 years ago
Valentine's competitive attitude was cute, and if Xeph had been a little less of a control freak he might have had a good time calling her out on that, just to see if her constitution could outmatch his. It had been a very long time since he'd overindulged though. The loss of control wasn't worth it to him and he was capable of having a good time without the alcohol.
So he simply grinned and conceded to her. "I don't doubt you could. I have a feeling once you set your sights on the goal it doesn't get away from you."
She was one determined lady, at any rate.
Combined with that was Waylon's confidence, which baffled Xeph. The mysteries of keeping a heavy metal object airborne were just that - mysteries. He preferred to keep it that way.
"You know, oddly enough I'm fine rooting around in someone's internal organs. Flying a plane, not so much. For me, 'I'm not where I want to be' is better suited to having explored the wrong side of someone's liver, than happening thirty thousand miles above the ground."
It was spoken with absolute sincerity. "Tell you what. Next time I need a ride, I'll let you know. Next time you need open heart surgery, you call me."
Xeph grinned at the other man. To each his own strengths. Maybe if he had the inclination he could learn to fly, but in his mind a double PhD was plenty of academic accomplishment for one lifetime, thankyou.
So he simply grinned and conceded to her. "I don't doubt you could. I have a feeling once you set your sights on the goal it doesn't get away from you."
She was one determined lady, at any rate.
Combined with that was Waylon's confidence, which baffled Xeph. The mysteries of keeping a heavy metal object airborne were just that - mysteries. He preferred to keep it that way.
"You know, oddly enough I'm fine rooting around in someone's internal organs. Flying a plane, not so much. For me, 'I'm not where I want to be' is better suited to having explored the wrong side of someone's liver, than happening thirty thousand miles above the ground."
It was spoken with absolute sincerity. "Tell you what. Next time I need a ride, I'll let you know. Next time you need open heart surgery, you call me."
Xeph grinned at the other man. To each his own strengths. Maybe if he had the inclination he could learn to fly, but in his mind a double PhD was plenty of academic accomplishment for one lifetime, thankyou.
Valentine
15 years ago
"Genetic fluke, I have no idea how to back down."Â?
She flashed a flirty, fang free, grin at Xeph. He might have made it clear he wasn't really interested, but that didn't mean a girl couldn't keep trying. If nothing, else it was a challenge and a challenge was fun.
She grimaced at the Aussie's graphic description.
"No thank you very much. If the good lord had meant for me to see it, it wouldn't be hidden behind skin and bone would it?"Â?
Blood and gore was one thing, that she was ok with but the 'mysteries of the human body' she could do quite well with out. You were either alive or you were dead... or undead. She didn't need to know how it worked.
She flicked another bright smile at Waylon, one out of two wasn't bad. And she might be cute and endearing but the odds of her walking out with both of them had been slim. That and she was interested in flying.
"I'm at a bit of loose ends, hours aren't a problem at all. You'd best not be blowing smoke though I just might take you up on that offer."Â?
She flashed a flirty, fang free, grin at Xeph. He might have made it clear he wasn't really interested, but that didn't mean a girl couldn't keep trying. If nothing, else it was a challenge and a challenge was fun.
She grimaced at the Aussie's graphic description.
"No thank you very much. If the good lord had meant for me to see it, it wouldn't be hidden behind skin and bone would it?"Â?
Blood and gore was one thing, that she was ok with but the 'mysteries of the human body' she could do quite well with out. You were either alive or you were dead... or undead. She didn't need to know how it worked.
She flicked another bright smile at Waylon, one out of two wasn't bad. And she might be cute and endearing but the odds of her walking out with both of them had been slim. That and she was interested in flying.
"I'm at a bit of loose ends, hours aren't a problem at all. You'd best not be blowing smoke though I just might take you up on that offer."Â?
Waylon
15 years ago
Strangely enough Waylon could agree with both folks' point of view. It wasn't that he couldn't handle rummaging through someones gut, or fiddling around in one's chest cavity, sick people just made him uncomfortable. On the other hand, he could completely understand Xeph's propensity for letting somebody else do all the work in the air. It took a certain kind of crazy to hurl a several ton piece of machinery around the sky at at least a few hundred miles an hour; and Waylon couldn't blame the man for not seeing that as the best way to spend a lifetime.
"You know, I can't disagree with either of yous two. Some folks can dig around a person's brain cavity and some others can perform barrel rolls at thirty thousand feet going six hundred miles an hour." Waylon raised up his glass to toast. "Them's both admirable professions."
Waylon reached into an inside pocket of his vest and pulled out three Ameroso Madero cigars, put one in his mouth and offered the other two to his companions.
"Honduran?"
As Val was questioning him on the sincerity of his proposal Waylon bit the end off his cigar, produced a Zippo, and lit it up. Taking a couple long deep puffs he clicked the lighter shut and turned to the redhead.
"I'm dead serious, if you're willing to learn, I'm willing to teach."
"You know, I can't disagree with either of yous two. Some folks can dig around a person's brain cavity and some others can perform barrel rolls at thirty thousand feet going six hundred miles an hour." Waylon raised up his glass to toast. "Them's both admirable professions."
Waylon reached into an inside pocket of his vest and pulled out three Ameroso Madero cigars, put one in his mouth and offered the other two to his companions.
"Honduran?"
As Val was questioning him on the sincerity of his proposal Waylon bit the end off his cigar, produced a Zippo, and lit it up. Taking a couple long deep puffs he clicked the lighter shut and turned to the redhead.
"I'm dead serious, if you're willing to learn, I'm willing to teach."
Xeph
15 years ago
Xeph couldn't help raising an ironic eyebrow at Val's comments about the human body. "Wait a minute. If the good lord had seen fit for you to fly, wouldn't he have given you wings?"
Maybe a little ungentlemanly of him, but he couldn't resist catching her in her own net, as it were. It was said with a grin, and he didn't think she'd take it the wrong way.
Waylon seemed a good sort though, and much as Xeph wished he could stay for another drink or two, he had to opt out. Instead he held out his hand to shake, to both Waylon and Val in turn.
"I wish I could chat a bit longer, but I do have an early morning. It was good to meet you both. If you stop in from time to time, I'll probably see you again."
Xeph would make it a point to pop his head in on occasion; it couldn't hurt to have some acquaintances outside the Pack in this city. With a grin, he left a hefty tab for the bartender and headed out on his way.
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Maybe a little ungentlemanly of him, but he couldn't resist catching her in her own net, as it were. It was said with a grin, and he didn't think she'd take it the wrong way.
Waylon seemed a good sort though, and much as Xeph wished he could stay for another drink or two, he had to opt out. Instead he held out his hand to shake, to both Waylon and Val in turn.
"I wish I could chat a bit longer, but I do have an early morning. It was good to meet you both. If you stop in from time to time, I'll probably see you again."
Xeph would make it a point to pop his head in on occasion; it couldn't hurt to have some acquaintances outside the Pack in this city. With a grin, he left a hefty tab for the bartender and headed out on his way.
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Valentine
15 years ago
Val laughed heartily at Xeph calling her bluff. Bravo to him for doing that. But she had an escape route.
“I never said the good lord was always right.”
It was a shame to see him go. He was lovely eye candy she did love a good accent and he seemed like a decent sort. Ah well no worries, she hadn’t lost entirely yet. Although she wasn’t sure what she was trying to win. Maybe nothing, maybe she’d just had far too much to drink. Right now she didn’t care.
“Ah all good things. All the best to you here’s hoping we run into you again.”
God she could go for a bite, but she wasn’t sober enough to pull it off with out being caught. Better to wait until tomorrow than screw up. Screwing up was not an option.
Never terribly worried about being delicate and lady like she accepted the cigar and the light. Tasty.
“Well then I’d say you have a student. At least for one lesson, I cannot promise to be a PhD candidate. I’ll leave that to you.”
“I never said the good lord was always right.”
It was a shame to see him go. He was lovely eye candy she did love a good accent and he seemed like a decent sort. Ah well no worries, she hadn’t lost entirely yet. Although she wasn’t sure what she was trying to win. Maybe nothing, maybe she’d just had far too much to drink. Right now she didn’t care.
“Ah all good things. All the best to you here’s hoping we run into you again.”
God she could go for a bite, but she wasn’t sober enough to pull it off with out being caught. Better to wait until tomorrow than screw up. Screwing up was not an option.
Never terribly worried about being delicate and lady like she accepted the cigar and the light. Tasty.
“Well then I’d say you have a student. At least for one lesson, I cannot promise to be a PhD candidate. I’ll leave that to you.”
Waylon
15 years ago
Waylon stood to shake the Aussie's offered hand.
"Yeah, good to meet ya. Take 'er easy, huh. We'll see you around."
Xeph seemed like good people and Waylon wouldn't mind running into the guy again to swap stories over a couple of brews.
Val's flirting did not go unnoticed to the cowboy over the course of the evening. She was a good looking woman and had edge about her that was attractive to him. But Waylon was not the sort to rush into anything and that included relations with women. Perhaps down the road, but if his all his vampiric years had taught him anything it was to be cautious around good looking ladies. They had the potential to be the most dangerous of foes.
Still, all that got no more than a passing thought as Waylon was still enjoying Val's company. Still having all night and nothing better to fill it with he ordered what he decided would be his last pitcher and turned back to the redhead.
"So, you said you were at loose ends. Is there anything you do other than roam bars trying to pick up unsuspecting men?" He said with a grin.
Waylon wasn't sure how much longer he was planning on hanging around this pub but he figured he'd hang out as long as Val was willing to shoot the bull with him.
"Yeah, good to meet ya. Take 'er easy, huh. We'll see you around."
Xeph seemed like good people and Waylon wouldn't mind running into the guy again to swap stories over a couple of brews.
Val's flirting did not go unnoticed to the cowboy over the course of the evening. She was a good looking woman and had edge about her that was attractive to him. But Waylon was not the sort to rush into anything and that included relations with women. Perhaps down the road, but if his all his vampiric years had taught him anything it was to be cautious around good looking ladies. They had the potential to be the most dangerous of foes.
Still, all that got no more than a passing thought as Waylon was still enjoying Val's company. Still having all night and nothing better to fill it with he ordered what he decided would be his last pitcher and turned back to the redhead.
"So, you said you were at loose ends. Is there anything you do other than roam bars trying to pick up unsuspecting men?" He said with a grin.
Waylon wasn't sure how much longer he was planning on hanging around this pub but he figured he'd hang out as long as Val was willing to shoot the bull with him.
Valentine
15 years ago
Val laughed again. Her head was clearing a little bit, not too much but a bit. She hadn’t decided if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
“This was entirely unintentional ducky. I would have dressed better if I had known I was going to run into you lot. So just consider yourself lucky.”
She winked.
Not that she looked bad, Val –never- looked bad. She was wearing black and green, silk and leather. Green because it was Giovanni’s favorite color and black because she was in some form of mourning; classic black linen trousers, a green scoop neck silk shirt and a cropped black leather jacket.
Thankfully, the cigar was keeping her from playing with her rings. She’d been doing that off and on all evening but having something to do with her hands helped still that urge.
Hmmm… what lie to tell or maybe no lie. Yes, she deiced, no lie just dancing about the truth. She didn’t fee like trying to remember a story.
“Try to keep out of trouble. I’m not terribly successful at it either. I own a shop,” Of sorts, not that one could call her dealership a shop but it –did- sell stuff “and try to keep an eye on the bottom line. I bought a race horse not too long ago but I’m thinking about selling her and trying for something a little bit flashier.”
Not that she’d ever get to see the animal in a race. She could se –very- early morning workouts and films and that was it, but she was still have a great deal of fun owning the little filly.
“This was entirely unintentional ducky. I would have dressed better if I had known I was going to run into you lot. So just consider yourself lucky.”
She winked.
Not that she looked bad, Val –never- looked bad. She was wearing black and green, silk and leather. Green because it was Giovanni’s favorite color and black because she was in some form of mourning; classic black linen trousers, a green scoop neck silk shirt and a cropped black leather jacket.
Thankfully, the cigar was keeping her from playing with her rings. She’d been doing that off and on all evening but having something to do with her hands helped still that urge.
Hmmm… what lie to tell or maybe no lie. Yes, she deiced, no lie just dancing about the truth. She didn’t fee like trying to remember a story.
“Try to keep out of trouble. I’m not terribly successful at it either. I own a shop,” Of sorts, not that one could call her dealership a shop but it –did- sell stuff “and try to keep an eye on the bottom line. I bought a race horse not too long ago but I’m thinking about selling her and trying for something a little bit flashier.”
Not that she’d ever get to see the animal in a race. She could se –very- early morning workouts and films and that was it, but she was still have a great deal of fun owning the little filly.