Putting Jeffin Down

Xanadu Weyr - Wanderin' Wherry Tavern


It is often whispered in the crowds that converge here, that a certain Weyrleader was asked what he wanted in the remodeling of the pub that was not so long ago given a refreshing. He muttered back over the rim of his ever-present mug, "I don't care what you do with the place, just so long as there is plenty of ale." With that in mind, cask after cask of ale lines the walls of the tavern, the remodeler's idea of a jest. As they age, the casks bring a real rustic atmosphere to the pub, along with the deeply wooden flavor that seems to be the theme throughout.

The lighting is dim, as it should be in all good pubs, and the tables and chairs are plentiful. A long mahogany bar, intricately carved with runner beasts, stands vigilant duty at the head of the bar, lined with stools for those patrons that seek the bartender's company.

Jeffin is sitting at a table by himself and he is having a mug of ale. It's after dinner time and the tavern is about half full. He's got a tired look on his face as he just wants to relax and have a nice cold ale after a long day in the kitchens.

Vivian wanders into the tavern and sashays right up to the bar, leaning over to get Beldar's attention. "Wine, one of my favourites." She orders him in her usual frostily commanding way. She stays where she is while he goes to get her drink, shifting from foot to foot while she waits.

Jeffin finishes off his mug of ale and he gets up to get get another one. He nods politely to Vivian as he stands next to her as he waits for the bartender to come over, "Good evening."

Vivian glances round when Jeffin speaks and looks down her nose at him, she stands tall normally anyways and the extra inch in height helps the frosty gaze that is bestowed on him. "It's not a good evening, at least not yet." She says as her drink arrives.

Jeffin looks down at the girl as he can't help it cause he's taller. "Oh why not what makes it a bad evening?" He asks as he gets his mug of ale and takes a drink of it, "I'm Jeffin by the way. Apprentice Baker."

Vivian shakes her head. "Long day at work and an annoyance appearing in my evening when I'm trying to get a nice relaxing drink." She doesn't bother with introductions, the weyrwomans eldest is well enough known around the weyr for more than just her parentage, the attitude does wonders for her reputation.

Jeffin looks at the girl as he sees she is looking down on him and he gives her a smile. "Oh why not what makes it a bad evening?" He asks as he gets his mug of ale and takes a drink of it, "I'm Jeffin by the way. Apprentice Baker. So what's your name and what's got you so sour this evening?"

Vivian picks up her glass of wine, delicately holding it between her fingers by the stem while she swirls it round a little before taking a sip. "I'm sure I'd covered that one already." She replies haughtily.

Jeffin takes a mouthful of ale and he watches her swirl her wine, "Actually you didn't, but I don't really care if you wanna be in a sour mood go right ahead."

Vivian sighs and places the glass down on the bar before turning to face him. "I think my words were, an annoyance appearing in my evening while I'm trying to have a nice relexing drink." During this, her hand has dropped to her hip in one of those ultimately annoyed poses that women are ever so fond of adopting. "Just in case it makes it any clearer in that brain of yours, you are that annoyance." Her tone is positively dripping with poison.

Jeffin just smiles as he takes another drink of his ale, "Yah well we all gotta deal with annoyances now and then. Deal with it. It's a big tavern and there are plenty of tables. Myself I'm gonna stay here at the bar." He pants himself on one of the bar stools, "So you can either like it or lump it…honey."

Vivian turns back and collects her drink, taking a drink before signalling to the barman, "Could I get the rest of the bottle please." She turns to face Jeffin again while she waits. "Oh I'll like it so very much darling." Her tone turning sugar sweet as she bats her lashes at him. "You promise to stay right here at the bar on that stool?" She asks picking up the bottle as it's put down and slips her marks over the counter to the barman.

Jeffin isn't fooled by her tone. Girls that are spitting poison one moment and then dripping honey the next are usually up to no good. "Why so you can get your boyfriend to come over and beat me up?"

Vivian just smiles at him and lifts the bottle in one hand, glass in the other. "Not at all, just so I know where you are, so I can be somewhere else." She tells him with a smile before she pushes away from the bar and wanders off to find somewhere to settle down.

Jeffin smiles, "Good you stay way over there." He finishes off his drink and wrinkles his nose. "I think your mere presence has soured my ale." He orders another one and puts down the money for it as he is sitting at the bar.

Vivian's job has been done if his ale did truly sour. :)

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