Taken from an RP I've sent Rynathan through. He can be a bit of a wise cracker when he wants to be, and I found myself amused at how naturally it come to be (and I apologize for the lack of a spoiler; can't seem to get it to work ><')
Quote:Rynathan drops a quart of water in front of the Au Ra with a heavy thud. "The Wench doesn't take kindly to strangers soiling the floor with used merchandise, and if that commotion was any indication, Baderon might not let you back in. Drink up."
M. M.: "....Excuse me?."
Rynathan: "Drink. The. Water. Too."
M. M.: "I have done nothin' wrong...I been here and been livin' here for a week now...maybe ya be racist...which be funneh ..cuz one time no one liked ya kind around from what I heard." She looks at the water and looks away. "I don't do fights...I can't fight so ya can't worry about me.."
Rynathan: "You know, the last lass with horns had a similarly lovely disposition too. And, well, everyone's an arsehole at some point in their lives. That makes it important to not be the arsehole soiling the floors. Drink, leave the mess behind you, and try again in the morn'.
M. M. eyes narrow a bit then slides the water away as she lifts the rum to her lips and drinks. "No...man tells me what to do....I haven't see ya face before so ya ain't the bouncer. I drink...I forget me name and I got lay in a ditch so ya can stop worryin' about 'dark' scales sullin' ya ugly pirate, and thief infested havin'. Now be a doll and stop soundin' like a controllin' arse and let me sink in me hole the way I want."
Rynathan sighs, sits down at the table, and with a long draught drains his cider with a mighty exhale at the end. "Too bad. You're in a haven of 'pirates' and 'thieves' now, and you should know better than to try and get a cat to do what'cha want." He waives the waitress for another cider.
M. M. growls a warning though only begins to drink the rum a bit faster. "......"
Rynathan: "Besides, this hole of ours is pretty comfortable once you wake up in a ditch a few times."
M. M.: "...." Looks at him in alarm and grunts. "I didn't invite ya.."
Rynathan: "Well, your feminine wiles certainly aren't up to the task of running me off, and trust me- many a sailing man here will find that growl of yours quite sensual, so I'd leave it tucked away with your lacy unmentionables."
Rynathan smiles at M. M.
M. M.: "............" Looks at him like he is crazy then looks at her mug. "And they say I be off in the head...I ain't got no..whatevah ya be spewin'!"
Rynathan: "Now see, your wiles are all over the place that you don't even know you need undergarments. Waitress, this lass with the hat needs more rum! That is rum, right? Smells like rum."
