Sivir simply shook her head at the drunken man before her, taking another drink of her own tankard when she noticed the woman walk in.. Sivir raised an eyebrow.. she hadn't seen her before.. Sivir looked at Tekun as he spoke. "Yes, it would be better if I knew who you were" Sivir added, taking another drink. Sivir was.. tense, around new faces, even if she didn't really show it
Post by Vivien LeMeire on Jan 17, 2013 20:01:43 GMT -5
The girl smiled politely, letting out a little chuckle at Tekun's drunken antics. She scooted her rum down the bar and walked down to the stool beside him. She didn't know his name, but he'd been for a private dinner; he must be someone of importance. Out of respect and habit, she gave a curtsy to both of the seated warriors. "Vivien is my name, mistress." She waited, standing, for Sivir's approval.
Last Edit: Jan 17, 2013 20:02:20 GMT -5 by Vivien LeMeire
Post by Tekun Valos on Jan 17, 2013 20:49:27 GMT -5
“…Tekun Valos.” Tekun managed to say without a stutter; clearly he had tried his damnedest to say his own name without the alcohol causing some sway in his words. “…So…you’re asshole of a boss letchya out eh? Well…that’s good…” Tekun knew full well who she worked for and was thankful he hadn’t said so. Then again, maybe it was common knowledge. Tekun had no love for the Grand General, and with his tongue a bit more loose he didn’t mind speaking his mind so loudly.
"S'ppose we shouldn't talks of works..." He looked towards Sivir and wondered how much alcohol she'd taken in... Maybe she was better at pacing herself than Tekun or was trying to avoid drinking herself into oblivion.
Sivir simply nodded at the woman when a name was given "I'm sure you already know me" Sivir replied, her eyes shifting to Tekun. "Talk of works?" Sivir replied, turning to face the bar again, taking another swig "What works"
Post by Vivien LeMeire on Jan 17, 2013 22:36:41 GMT -5
"I do, mistress. Pleasure to meet you," Vivien said before slipping into her seat beside Tekun. "It's my day off," she clarified. "And I intend to make the best of it." After a coy smile, she took an overlarge swallow of her rum, screwed up her face against its pungent sweetness.
"Strong stuff," she said quietly. Then she leaned over Tekun, seeming to abandon her previous air of propriety as she peered into his glass. "What are you drinking?"
Post by Tekun Valos on Jan 17, 2013 23:06:42 GMT -5
Tekun had one set out that was a quarter filled with some kind of honey whisky. “Oh…I think the better question would be, ‘What haven’t I been drinking?’” He couldn’t help but let out a grin before he looked over the glass. “Uh… kinda whiskeh. So uh…you’re a Rum gal eh…” He looked back to Sivir. “Uh…what else…have I drank? Hell, what are ya’ drinking?”
By now Tekun had entirely forgotten what he had been talking about before Vivien had walked in. Or where he had intended on going with the story. Hell, it was a wonder why Sivir stuck around.
Sivir shrugged "Not a damn clue" she admitted "But it's good stuff" she then added, taking another swig.. peering at Viven for a moment "I'm assuming you're a house maid?" she asked, raising a brow
Post by Vivien LeMeire on Jan 17, 2013 23:48:34 GMT -5
Vivien smiled softly, a slender finger tracing figure-eights in the condensation on the bar. "Only this rum." Her eyes lingered on Tekun for a moment. Close up, and in better light than the ember-lit dining room she frequented, she could see his face was marked with scars. Interesting.
Then she leaned across him to speak to Sivir, her dainty hand resting gently upon his shoulder: an over-familiar gesture, an invasion of personal space, perhaps intentional. "I'm a maid, yes ma'am. Not tonight, though." She winked, her grin widening so that dimples sunk into her pale cheeks.
Post by Tekun Valos on Jan 18, 2013 0:09:47 GMT -5
Huh. What was she doing. Tekun allowed her to do it even though he knew she was affiliated with Swain. Hell, Swain could have sent her here to do something to him. He had been rather unpleasant. Regardless, Tekun returned the invasion of space with a hand upon her shoulder as well. The Immortal Soldier looked confused. The grin upon her face and the wink.
“Oi. So…what are you tonight?” He let out the slightest laugh he could before he reached for the rest of his whiskey with his free hand and downed it in one gulp. As rude as it might have been he took a moment to get a better look at her face and thought for a moment he might remember her after this. She was a pretty thing, pale skinned and brown haired. Light brown almond shaped eyes, a petite nose and a full face. Gentle features on a young face.
Post by Vivien LeMeire on Jan 18, 2013 0:47:07 GMT -5
She tilted her head, quiet for a moment, Tekun's drunken hand heavy on her shoulder. Then she swilled the remaining rum in her glass, held it up and chirped, "A drunk, of course!" before downing the last of her drink. She brought the glass down on the bar with a thunk, grinning again before relieving the Immortal Soldier of her touch--though she did inch her barstool a bit closer so that she could easily hear and see both warriors when they spoke.
"I'm surprised you're still in Noxus," she said quietly to Tekun. Her eyes flitted up to his, then back to her glass as the barkeep refilled it. "Thank you," she said, then, "It didn't seem like that went well."
Post by Tekun Valos on Jan 18, 2013 1:03:54 GMT -5
His laugh was more audible and controlled as a grin of amusement grew widely upon his face. “Pleeeeeeeenty of those about. Sounds fun.” Tekun felt her touch alleviate from him but he had not done so of her. Perhaps it was a lapse on his part or his own attempt to return the gesture. Oddly enough she did inch closer, if only slightly.
He noted her quiet tone and glanced to her eyes. His were glassier but held a certain keenness to them despite what he consumed. “I go where I want to and no birdbrain is going to keep me out of some place I like bein.” Tekun’s words were low, quiet but audible to anyone within very close proximity.
“And…Wells. It went better than I expected it to be.” He chuckled. “I got pie.”
Post by Vivien LeMeire on Jan 18, 2013 1:27:19 GMT -5
She chuckled. Her brown eyes sparkled, perhaps enthralled by his irreverence. "I hope you liked it. I helped the cook work out that recipe." She leaned in closer, peering over the rim of his now-empty glass.
"Marty," the maid waved the one-eyed barkeep over. "Another for this guy. I'll pick it up."
Marty responded with a grunt, took Tekun's mug and re-filled it with fresh amber liquid. She smiled, showing her dimples again as the mug was placed before him. "So." She leaned in a bit further, her body brushing his arm, almost close enough to whisper, "What was it about?"
Post by Tekun Valos on Jan 18, 2013 1:46:22 GMT -5
“Oh. So that was also you.” He grin spread wider and he leaned just a bit closer in kind. What came next was also quite nice, Tekun always could pay for his own drinks, he had enough to cover it and then some but it was always a nice gesture to have his own covered. He never moved despite that brush.
“Silly ambitionsh he can’t fulfill, wantsh that he can’t get but I gots…” It was silent, quiet. Tekun could at least stay somewhat composed. “And somethings he won’t steal from me either.” He laughed quietly trying to keep it beneath his breath. “…It’s complicated. Maybe if you stick around enough for me to be sobers.” His eyes briefly looked towards that whiskey if only to acknowledge the full amber glass was there.
Post by Vivien LeMeire on Jan 18, 2013 2:08:23 GMT -5
A gentle blush graced her pale cheeks at his invitation. She tilted her head, not at all understanding his slurred explanation, then took a swig of her second glass of rum. "Eeh. It tastes worse and worse!" The maid bit her lip, adding coyly, "But it gives a great buzz." She laughed softly--mostly at herself.
"Must be important," Vivien mused. "Lots of interesting dinner guests lately..." Her fingers tracing swirly patterns on the damp bar made their way towards Tekun gradually, subtly. They paused beside his hand; her eyes flitted up to his. She took it upon herself to brush a strand of brown hair from his face.
"I wonder what you have that he'd want to steal," she said, gentle brown eyes fixed on the warrior's.
Last Edit: Jan 18, 2013 2:36:32 GMT -5 by Vivien LeMeire
Post by Tekun Valos on Jan 18, 2013 3:10:38 GMT -5
She was now getting more than a little comfortable with him it seemed, becoming more willing to violate his personal space during their private, but not so private talk. His eyes glanced back to Sivir briefly before looking back to the woman whom had taken it upon herself to flirt with him. His smirk never left his lips as he matched eyes and for a moment his head spun. He grasped his drink before bringing it back to his lips and drank the sweet and thick whisky before placing it within reach. His hand returned upon the counter top, brushing against the woman’s before retreating back as he tried to find his way.
“Youthfulness.” He chuckled again. “They don’t call me the Immortal Soldier for nothin’.” He shifted his eyes about to see who was watching. “So…you’re getin…” He paused blinked a bit hard as if to refocus. “Getting pretty close there.”
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