Down On Skid Row [Closed-ish]

[sulahnan]

WHO: Athessa, Byerly
WHAT: Repairing friendship maybe??
WHEN: a few days after By's backfired apology (pre-Ghislain)
WHERE: Lowtown
NOTES: Drinking and drug use and probably violence, threadjacking negotiable

Lowtown taverns haven't been Athessa's regular haunts for a long while, probably because she tacitly conceded them to Derrica in favor of drifting along the battlements in clouds of smoke and visiting Hightown apartments where the food is arguably much better. But she's here now, leaning against the bar and trying valiantly to get the barkeep's attention. This isn't the one who passes her information for Riftwatch, just an unaffiliated one who has something against elves, or women, or short-arses, or all of the above.

So while she waits, she produces a blunt and lights it on someone else's match just after they light their own cigarette. It's surprising enough for the man that he stares, confused, until the flame burns down to his fingers and he drops the match and stomps it out when it hits the floor.

"Cheers," Athessa says, though he's already ignoring her again, just like the barkeep. She turns and leans her elbows on the bar, scanning the crowd for anyone pretty, handsome, pretty handsome, or pretty interesting.

Comments

[bouchonne]

He doesn't respond. What would the point be? She is correct: he is too low and pathetic a thing, too self-centered, to be worth spending time on. The only time she seems to be satisfied in her relationship with him is when she's storming away from him.

So he just tips his head back, and blows smoke at the sky, and wishes that he could vanish.

[sulahnan]

She calls to him over her shoulder. "You could come with me, ya know."

[bouchonne]

"Come with you where?"

[sulahnan]

"To Colin's. That's where I stay when I miss the ferry, accidental or not."

[bouchonne]

A scoff. "What, you haven't broken me enough for one evening? You're craving more blood-sport?"

[sulahnan]

"Fine. Just keep wallowing until your fingers get pruny. We'll just be smoking on a balcony and eating biscuits."

[bouchonne]

"I am not sure that biscuits are sufficient lure to compensate for everything else that would occur."

[sulahnan]

She shrugs and keeps walking. He can do what he likes.