Post by Ruby on Oct 8, 2009 2:37:44 GMT -5
It was 7pm, and Piden was well on his way to being drunk. Now, for most people, this would be an acceptable time to be drinking, and it would even be normal if they had started a few hours earlier. Piden, however, had only been awake for a total of one hour.
He had awoken this evening to Pidesk's rumbles. Someone had slipped a letter under the door, and Red was having a panic attack, naturally. Luckily, Pidesk rescued the letter from the Salamandyr's inevitable vomit, and brought it over to his handler as Red emptied her dinner onto the floor. Absently cleaning it up with a stray rag, Piden scanned the letter.
Two lines in, he dropped it and headed for the dining hall, resolving to get well and thuroughly drunk before the rest of the Wherhandlers even showed up for breakfast.
So it was that he had appeared fourty five minutes earlier, procured a skin of a mediocre red wine, downed it, and traded it for another via a very inattentive drudge. That one was gone too, and he had started on the third, although that one had been somewhat harder to obtain. Piden didn't feel a thing yet, but the drudge said he didn't look like he needed any more, so he had to filch one from the storerooms. He'd gotten four, just for good measure. He did not plan on remembering any of that letter if he could help it.
Three quarters of the way through the third skin, Piden slowed down slightly and started people-watching. It had nothing to do with his interest in the other Weyrfolk- he could see them anytime. On the contrary, he was beginning to think that it might be nice to share his bounty with someone, preferably of the attractive persuasion. A rather buxom blonde caught his eye, but promptly left on the arm of another woman, and he gave her up. But when she moved.... he thought he recognized that light-brown hair, and the back of the Brownrider he'd seen at the Gather. He hadn't run into the man since, but he fascinated Piden, at least a little bit. That would be an interesting table to share. Unfortunately, he wasn't quite drunk enough yet to go introduce himself to the rider by sliding in next ot him, as much as he might like to. He hadn't noticed next to the shopgirl, but the Rider was quite pretty himself. Maybe he'd catch the man on his way out. For now, Piden settled back into his wine, determined to finish the third skin before the Rider was done with his time in the Dining Hall.
He had awoken this evening to Pidesk's rumbles. Someone had slipped a letter under the door, and Red was having a panic attack, naturally. Luckily, Pidesk rescued the letter from the Salamandyr's inevitable vomit, and brought it over to his handler as Red emptied her dinner onto the floor. Absently cleaning it up with a stray rag, Piden scanned the letter.
Two lines in, he dropped it and headed for the dining hall, resolving to get well and thuroughly drunk before the rest of the Wherhandlers even showed up for breakfast.
So it was that he had appeared fourty five minutes earlier, procured a skin of a mediocre red wine, downed it, and traded it for another via a very inattentive drudge. That one was gone too, and he had started on the third, although that one had been somewhat harder to obtain. Piden didn't feel a thing yet, but the drudge said he didn't look like he needed any more, so he had to filch one from the storerooms. He'd gotten four, just for good measure. He did not plan on remembering any of that letter if he could help it.
Three quarters of the way through the third skin, Piden slowed down slightly and started people-watching. It had nothing to do with his interest in the other Weyrfolk- he could see them anytime. On the contrary, he was beginning to think that it might be nice to share his bounty with someone, preferably of the attractive persuasion. A rather buxom blonde caught his eye, but promptly left on the arm of another woman, and he gave her up. But when she moved.... he thought he recognized that light-brown hair, and the back of the Brownrider he'd seen at the Gather. He hadn't run into the man since, but he fascinated Piden, at least a little bit. That would be an interesting table to share. Unfortunately, he wasn't quite drunk enough yet to go introduce himself to the rider by sliding in next ot him, as much as he might like to. He hadn't noticed next to the shopgirl, but the Rider was quite pretty himself. Maybe he'd catch the man on his way out. For now, Piden settled back into his wine, determined to finish the third skin before the Rider was done with his time in the Dining Hall.
