Just Another Night (Open RP)

[Tobias Nightbringer]

Tobias leans against the the bar counter with the small of his back against it while seated on the stool as the Elezen shrugs and makes his statement. However, before he can respond, Fen begins to talk to the Miqo'te female that earlier tossed some random man out on his ass.

 

        Regardless if the Hyur with the tea notices Fenenoix's subtle look, he definitely heard Fen's words. That was all that was needed. The man with raven colored hair feigns innocence with a quiet, soft whistle as if playing a tune at the same time his eyes look the opposite direction of where Fen stood in exaggeration. Fingers drum inaudibly on the tea cup Tobias holds.

 

        An amused grin on decadent lips hides behind the cup of tea when Fen mentions various states of undress. After a small sip, Tobias leans slightly towards the Elezen and states to the man, "Your offer was for obvious reasons. I only say so now since it would have saved me a shiv to the chest and arm. But die? I took a gamble. And I won. More or less," dark eyes wander nowhere in particular, "cheating death is one of life's greatest exhilaration, aye? Much like bedding a willing woman."

 

        The Midlander slips back up from his lean and takes another careful sip, his glance now shifts to the three that stand out from the rest of the crowd, though brief as the gaze settles on the door that Val had recently used to make his exit.

[Kieairakitty]

The female Miqo'te watched the short exchange between the two with a bemused smirk, shaking her head she turned back to the counter and slid her drink along the wooden counter top. "I wouldn't know." She shrugged in response to the Elezean. "Never seen the male before in my life." She gestured towards the Miqo'te that had left. "But with the way he was eying me like a piece of meat ... I am surprised he even has a woman he cares enough to be protective of."

 

Again she shrugged, using her straw to stir the ice in the glass around, making soft clinking sounds. "None of my business, any way."

 

She rolled her eyes slightly as both men made suggestive comments about removing clothing and bedding women. Typical. She let out a soft sigh, and raised a hand to brush the blonde hairs from her eyes. "Wish there was some music or something...." She casually remarked to no one in particular.

[Fen]

Fenenoix grinned, almost apologetically, to the woman, "Oy, lass, pay me no mind. I joke around, ne'er serious 'bout any of it. Besides, I didn' suggest you specifically take your shirt off. Just takin' note a' the fact people seem happier quicker the fewer shirts in the room there are." The Elezen paused to think, "'Course, tha' could be resultin' from copius amounts a' alcohol, which would make the lack a' shirts more of a side effect..." He gave one of his grins again, the picture of unwavering cheerfulness, before looking to the Hyur, "Just makin' certain you don' think I fancy you. Because although tha' is a nice-lookin' nose, I've my own bird."

 

Quietly, Fen gave an exasperated sigh, "I prefer to stay on the far side a' the Living-scale, myself. I don' know why all you masochists flock to Ul'dah. Anyroad! Aye, music'd be cracking. Know any musicians, lass?" he said as he turned back to the Miqo'te.

[Kieairakitty]

"Nope." She swung her feet back and forth from her seat upon the stool. She was short .. not even reaching five feet tall, but what she lacked in height she made up for in her feisty attitude. "Nope, nope, nope. Don't really know anyone that I want to know..." She chuckled darkly, and waved to the bartender.

 

"One more.... just one...." She closed her eyes, holding onto the counter top. "And I -flock- to Ul'dah for training ... among other things." She tilted her head back and opened her eyes, now looking at the Elezean upside down.

[Fen]

"Ah, I stick around for the same reason, more or less. Organized fights an' such help 'one my skill. Whatcha trainin' in, lass? Reckless abandon from the pugilists, showboatin' from the gladiators, or just bein' creepy, from the thaumaturges?" He grinned at the woman, "We could always sing, aye? The more drink there is, the better the song!"

[Kieairakitty]

"I think I need -a lot- more alcohol before you get me singing. 'sides, I'd be clearing out the tavern pretty fast if I did ... It's more like the sound of a drowning cat then singing." She laughed softly, wrapping her hand around the cold glass filled with a dark brown liquid and ice.

 

She took a long sip through the straw and smiled. "Pugilist." She raised one hand in a fist. "I don't like to rely on things like magic or weapons ... just my own two fists. So long as I got them, or at least one foot left, I know I can fight. And you? What brings you to this dusty old tavern?"

[Fen]

He gave a shrug as his ale arrived. Placing some Gil on the counter, he took up his drink and sipped from it, "Th'tavern in Ul'dah gets crowded an' loud. Hurts my 'ead. Besides, y'get some interestin' conversation out 'ere, aye? As far as fight in' goes, I stick to my fists, too. More personal, y'know?"

 

"Y'certainly 'ave the fire of a proper pugilist. Fenenoix Ekrent, by the way, Fen for short." with a happy smile, he offered a hand to the woman.

[Tobias Nightbringer]

Touches the tip of his nose and looks at the fingertips. Taps it again before looking at to his fingertip quizzically once more. If Tobias did actually know what Fen was talking about when he spoke to the Hyur, it certainly was not showing. "Bird?" he murmurs to no one before a shrug is given, "I do have a nice looking nose...." he says in a satisfied tone more to himself than anyone else as his eyes cross and tries to look down the bridge.

 

        A self-appreciating smile lingers for a few seconds more before another light sip of his tea is brought to his lips. A faint aroma of spices more than floral coming from the still warm cup. He notices that the other man had fallen quiet as the Elezen seems to take control of the conversation for the time being. He only listens intently on their words, dark eyes at times shift from Fenenoix and the Miqo'te female as the two banter playfully. The mention of the two being Pugilist's the only time Tobias seems to give a little more interest to the conversation, the thin brow rises from it's already naturally slightly arched position.