LOG: A night on the town
THE MEAD HALL, after some very...interesting...whispers...
Erika comes in looking a little concerned, okay, a lot concerned. Soon as she's inside, she glances around for silly Jack.
Jack is staring into the bottom of a large mug. There are a lot of mugs at the table he is at. It is the busy time of night, but it appears that Jack is the only one at his table. His eyes are bloodshot with deep unsleeping rings under them. His hair it tossed like some matted dark salad.
Erika hurries over to Jack, setting a hand on his shoulder. "Jack? You alright?"
Jack looks into the bottom of his mug and says, "What? Oh no. That Can't be!" As if it is hard to for him to process he says, "Yes! Another one please." He looks at Erika with a sloppy smile, "It's too bad we are related or we would be." He gives Erika an overdone slow wink.
Erika frowns in confusion. "What can't be? And I think you have had enough, Jack. Perhaps we could go to the coffee shop?" A pause, then, hesitantly, "We would be what?"
Jack looks at Erika and puts a finger to his lips, "Shhhhhh....you're going to ruin it all." Another mug arrives and Jack snatches it in a quick movement before Erika can intervene. He calls out to the crowded hall, "This here is my mostest favorite cousin. And she's single. She needs a man. And she can sing! Sing Erika! Sing!" He tries to stand but it is beyond him to do so and he slumps back down into the chair, ale spilling over him to Jack's annoyance, "Oh no. Not good. Bad things happen to good people." He shakes his head hard and then drinks about half the mug. A loud musical belching follows along with a smile from Jack.
Erika goes bright pink and tries to take the mug from Jack. "Don't bring anymore," she asks the server, then she looks back to Jack. "Ruin what? Jack, perhaps I need to take you home. I think you've had too much to drink."
From across the hall several sailor types, that have had much to drink as well start coming over to the table, "Hey toots. Wanna date?" Jack pulls the mug angrily away from Erika, "Bad cousin! Bad! No...no...shhhhhhh, " his eyes get crazy wide, "there are books there." He looks at the sailors and gives them a grin and then at Erika, "Choose anyone you want." He tosses back the remainder of the mug.
Erika can't get any redder as she shakes her head. "No, sailors aren't good for me. Come on Jack, let's go home. We'll get you a book, I promise."
Jack says to the sailors, "She's got a nice butt. I stared at it once when she wasn't looking." He looks drunkenly over at Erika, "Oh. Woops." All four sailors start vying for Erika's attention. Others in the room are starting to take notice of what is going on. Jack shouts loudly, "NO! NO BOOKS!" He covers his ears with both his hands, the mug from his hand falling to the floor and shatters, sending shards of pottery about the floor.
Erika's eyes widen, and she covers her face in her hands. "Jack! I can't believe you just said that!" she murmurs, before she reaches for his arm, trying to pull him up and out of his seat.
Jack pulls away from Erika again, "I will not go." One of the sailors starts to get a little aggressive and slaps Erika on the butt. He calls out drunkenly, "She does have a nice butt!" Suddenly Jack stands and reaches past Erika to push at the sailor, "You can't do that." He then shouts, "I said you can't do that!" He takes at swing at the sailor and connects with the sailor standing next to him. That sailor slumps into a seated position with a glazed look to his eyes. Jack looks at the sailor on the ground and points at the sailor that patted Erika and says, "See. That's what you get."
Erika lets out a little shriek as she's slapped, and she eases a little closer to Jack. Drunk or not, she trusts him! But then she looks more startled, her head tilting. Then she whispers to Jack, "You missed the one who did it."
Real arrives with Liam, singing a bawdy song.
Liam is singing along with Real to the bawdy song in excellent two-part harmony. He has come to rescue cousins from mead.
The number three sailor looks at his friend on the floor and then at Jack. He says angrily, "You can't do that to Gort!" He takes up one of the empty mugs and swings at Jack and connects. The mug shatters and a bright red scar tears at Jack's left cheek from left ear to just below his left eye. Jack staggers back a step and would fall but the wall is there to support him. Jack points at the sailor and says those classic fighting words, "You are a dead man." There are 4 sailors near Jack, with Erika standing beside Jack. One of the sailors is on the ground in a dazed seated position, the other two seem about ready to react to Jack's words.
Real stands inside the door and hollers. "Attention! All those in need of rescuing, raise your hand - or fall over, as is appropriate!" He winks at a barmaid as he finishes - then it looks like interesting things are going on in the vicinity of Jack and Erika.
"Jack!" Erika cries out, moving back with Jack, grabbing for his arm to try to keep him upright. She looks to the sailors, not noticing Real quite yet, even with his shouting! "Stop this! He's just drunk, please, don't hurt him," she begs.
Liam strikes a pose next to Real and hopes he looks heroic. He throws his head back so that he has the whole hair flow thing and says, "Fear not, Chantrises, we have come to rescue you!"
The sailor on the floor is just starting to realize what happened to him and starts to stand up. The Sailor that conked Jack with the mug doesn't seem to pay any attention to anything else but Jack as he pulls a nasty looking dagger with a curved point from inside his jerkin. The Sailor beside him sees the knife and says "Geteem Olate. No one makes threats to us." Jack takes his left arm and reaches out to push Erika behind him, which gives him enough momentum to stagger toward the sailor with the knife, "Yea...you'll need a bigger knife than that to scare me bub. Bub! That's right. I called you Bub." He weaves a little to the left, "I've got a knife too." He reaches for the knife but can't seem to find it. The original sailor that patted Erika on the butt takes two steps back, "Hey..hey...don't do this Olate."
Real moves to grab the sailor with the knife and wrench in such a way likely to dislocate a shoulder - or remove an arm. Real is a big lad, taking after his dad as he does. "Let's play nice, hm?"
Erika stumbles back, then looks on with obvious fear. "Listen to him! Don't hurt anyone!" she says, stepping forward, trying to grab Jack and pull him back.
Liam steps over to back up Jack, his hand falling to the pommel of his sword and says, "Maybe we should all back off and take a five minute sit-down."
Jack looks at the sailor with the knife and finally finds his blade. He pulls it out and as he is pulled back by Erika slices his right forearm with the blade. Blood flows from the wound and Jack says the sailor that just had his arm dislocated. "Hey Olate. You got me. You win. Lets have an ale. On me." Suddenly Jack's expression calms and he shouts out, "Ale for the house! The ale is on house Chantris! All you can drink!" The other sailors seem to calm suddenly at the presence of the reinforcements. One says, "Ale. Ale is good."
Real grins, apparently happy with the declaration of booze. He goes to get several mugs.
"Oh Jack! You're hurt!" Erika says, trying to push Jack into a seat. "Sit down, yes, have an ale, but sit down first." Then she glances to Real and Liam, giving them a grateful look.
Liam goes to sit on the other side of Jack. Any day he doesn't have to pull a weapon is a day he doesn't lose another shirt or another hat. He asks, "How long have you two been drinking?"
Jack slumps into the seat and nods at Erika. He bends around her back to whisper loudly at Liam as he points at her butt, "Who knew so much trouble could come from a pretty butt?" He bends back around to take the mug from Real and nods with a drunken grin at him, "Thanks! I'm Jack. I don't know you. I think. What? Ok." there seems to be about 16 mugs of ale at Jack's table. The only ones that are there are Jack and Erika.
Real happily serves several mugs around, and keeps two for himself. He drinks. Does he ever drink.
Liam takes a moment to lean way back and examine Erika's butt. He says, "It is a butt-shaped butt." He leans back forward and says, "You all know Real, right? Jack Chantris. Erika Chantris. This is Gerard's son, Real. He is AWESOME."
Real raises a mug, and smiles.
Erika shakes her head. "I haven't had any. And no talking about my butt!" she says, going bright red. "And why are you two even /looking/ at my butt?" She gives Jack a poke. "And what did you mean before anyway?" A pause, then, to Real, "Pleasure to meet you."
Real leans over to take a good look at said body part. "Hm? Ah. Hi."
Jack tosses back half the mug and points it at Real, "You look like him, you know." He looks over at Erika, "Ok." He calls out to the hall, "NO ONE HERE IS ALLOWED TO TALK ABOUT ERIKA CHANTRIS'S BUTT!" He raises his mug in a toast and sings, "She's a girl we all know, with a butt that's very nice, but never say a word about it, is my very best advice!" He then drains the other half of the mug and slams it down on the table, "More!"
Real looks squarely to Erika. "I'm not really the talking type." He winks, and drinks his ale.
Erika covers her face in both her hands once she notices Real looking at her butt too, and she makes a sound not unlike a whimper. Jack's shouted comment has her doing her best to crawl beneath the table without actually crawling beneath the table. "Why is everyone obsessed with my butt tonight? Can't you appreciate my mind?"
Liam has no choice but, even when cold sober, joining in on Jack's song! Which he most certainly does with emphasis on the word 'butt.' And now he has mead! This has just gotten better.
Real raps on the table when singing is called for - because that still leaves him with one hand and mouth free to drink. To Erika he says, "Lady, you're in the wrong place for that."
Others wander over to the show their appreciation of Jack's free booze and join in the song with Liam. Jack slurps at another ale that is shoved in his hand and then blurts out, "We all know she is fine, we all appreciate her mind, but when she walks we all stare, and appreciate her behind!"
Liam has joined in Jack with his own harmony in a nice, even tenor. And he manages to sing, loud and clear, about Erika's butt, while drinking mead. This is some sort of strange, Pattern-granted superpower.
Erika just drops her head down on the table with a groan. "Oh hush. No one's allowed to appreciate my behind unless...unless I say so!"
Real leans in to Erika, "And what does a gentleman have to do to earn the right? If I find one, maybe he can tell me?"
Jack weaves and grins and sings, "But when she turns around, we know that we're in trouble, but then she gives us permission, and we all sing about he bubble!" He then drains the last of the mug and falls over unconscious.
Erika peeks out at Real, though she winces at Jack's final bit of song. "Tell me he passed out," she whispers. "And a gentleman would be interested in courting me, not just staring at my butt!"
Real raises a finger. "You, milady, are mistaken. A gentleman would /pretend/ to court you, in order to better stare at... said part."
Liam looks at Jack who has now passed out here at the table in the Mead Hall and he says, "I guess we gotta carry him home. Can't leave him here. He's a proto-Duke."
"Then that gentleman wouldn't be a gentleman at all, nor would he get permission. I'm not just a body!" Erika protests, before she glances to Liam. "Can we gag him first? Just in case?"
Real looks down. "Well, damn." He takes that as a cue, and gets up. He moves over to Jack - ready to toss him over broad shoulder and carry him wherever Liam points. "Proto-what?"
"Proto-Duke. He's Cyrus's brother," Liam says and he tosses back the rest of the mug of mead because he damn well is not going to leave free mead lying around not drunk. "So he needs to go to Chantris. Preferably with a bow on his head."
Erika eyes Real. "Well damn? What's that supposed to mean?"
Real hefts up Jack, and looks to Erika. "Calm down, lady. Think of it this way," he pats Jack's ass as he bears the man over his shoulder in a fireman's carry. "Now everyone's going to be looking at /his/ ass."
Liam takes a moment to, as he can, check out Jack's ass. He doesn't make any comments either way on said ass.
"I'm not!" Erika protests. She stands, picking up her bag, and she holds it firmly over her butt to hide it from view. "But I'm tired of being looked at like I'm a...a...plaything!"
Real grunts, and moves to the door. "Get used to it, or learn to kick ass."
Liam checks out Real's ass, too. Because everyone seems to be in that kind of mood.
Real looks /good/ in corduroys.
Muttering to herself, Erika shakes her head as she follows, then mutters to herself, "Can't... just... who... me... of..."
Erika comes in looking a little concerned, okay, a lot concerned. Soon as she's inside, she glances around for silly Jack.
Jack is staring into the bottom of a large mug. There are a lot of mugs at the table he is at. It is the busy time of night, but it appears that Jack is the only one at his table. His eyes are bloodshot with deep unsleeping rings under them. His hair it tossed like some matted dark salad.
Erika hurries over to Jack, setting a hand on his shoulder. "Jack? You alright?"
Jack looks into the bottom of his mug and says, "What? Oh no. That Can't be!" As if it is hard to for him to process he says, "Yes! Another one please." He looks at Erika with a sloppy smile, "It's too bad we are related or we would be." He gives Erika an overdone slow wink.
Erika frowns in confusion. "What can't be? And I think you have had enough, Jack. Perhaps we could go to the coffee shop?" A pause, then, hesitantly, "We would be what?"
Jack looks at Erika and puts a finger to his lips, "Shhhhhh....you're going to ruin it all." Another mug arrives and Jack snatches it in a quick movement before Erika can intervene. He calls out to the crowded hall, "This here is my mostest favorite cousin. And she's single. She needs a man. And she can sing! Sing Erika! Sing!" He tries to stand but it is beyond him to do so and he slumps back down into the chair, ale spilling over him to Jack's annoyance, "Oh no. Not good. Bad things happen to good people." He shakes his head hard and then drinks about half the mug. A loud musical belching follows along with a smile from Jack.
Erika goes bright pink and tries to take the mug from Jack. "Don't bring anymore," she asks the server, then she looks back to Jack. "Ruin what? Jack, perhaps I need to take you home. I think you've had too much to drink."
From across the hall several sailor types, that have had much to drink as well start coming over to the table, "Hey toots. Wanna date?" Jack pulls the mug angrily away from Erika, "Bad cousin! Bad! No...no...shhhhhhh, " his eyes get crazy wide, "there are books there." He looks at the sailors and gives them a grin and then at Erika, "Choose anyone you want." He tosses back the remainder of the mug.
Erika can't get any redder as she shakes her head. "No, sailors aren't good for me. Come on Jack, let's go home. We'll get you a book, I promise."
Jack says to the sailors, "She's got a nice butt. I stared at it once when she wasn't looking." He looks drunkenly over at Erika, "Oh. Woops." All four sailors start vying for Erika's attention. Others in the room are starting to take notice of what is going on. Jack shouts loudly, "NO! NO BOOKS!" He covers his ears with both his hands, the mug from his hand falling to the floor and shatters, sending shards of pottery about the floor.
Erika's eyes widen, and she covers her face in her hands. "Jack! I can't believe you just said that!" she murmurs, before she reaches for his arm, trying to pull him up and out of his seat.
Jack pulls away from Erika again, "I will not go." One of the sailors starts to get a little aggressive and slaps Erika on the butt. He calls out drunkenly, "She does have a nice butt!" Suddenly Jack stands and reaches past Erika to push at the sailor, "You can't do that." He then shouts, "I said you can't do that!" He takes at swing at the sailor and connects with the sailor standing next to him. That sailor slumps into a seated position with a glazed look to his eyes. Jack looks at the sailor on the ground and points at the sailor that patted Erika and says, "See. That's what you get."
Erika lets out a little shriek as she's slapped, and she eases a little closer to Jack. Drunk or not, she trusts him! But then she looks more startled, her head tilting. Then she whispers to Jack, "You missed the one who did it."
Real arrives with Liam, singing a bawdy song.
Liam is singing along with Real to the bawdy song in excellent two-part harmony. He has come to rescue cousins from mead.
The number three sailor looks at his friend on the floor and then at Jack. He says angrily, "You can't do that to Gort!" He takes up one of the empty mugs and swings at Jack and connects. The mug shatters and a bright red scar tears at Jack's left cheek from left ear to just below his left eye. Jack staggers back a step and would fall but the wall is there to support him. Jack points at the sailor and says those classic fighting words, "You are a dead man." There are 4 sailors near Jack, with Erika standing beside Jack. One of the sailors is on the ground in a dazed seated position, the other two seem about ready to react to Jack's words.
Real stands inside the door and hollers. "Attention! All those in need of rescuing, raise your hand - or fall over, as is appropriate!" He winks at a barmaid as he finishes - then it looks like interesting things are going on in the vicinity of Jack and Erika.
"Jack!" Erika cries out, moving back with Jack, grabbing for his arm to try to keep him upright. She looks to the sailors, not noticing Real quite yet, even with his shouting! "Stop this! He's just drunk, please, don't hurt him," she begs.
Liam strikes a pose next to Real and hopes he looks heroic. He throws his head back so that he has the whole hair flow thing and says, "Fear not, Chantrises, we have come to rescue you!"
The sailor on the floor is just starting to realize what happened to him and starts to stand up. The Sailor that conked Jack with the mug doesn't seem to pay any attention to anything else but Jack as he pulls a nasty looking dagger with a curved point from inside his jerkin. The Sailor beside him sees the knife and says "Geteem Olate. No one makes threats to us." Jack takes his left arm and reaches out to push Erika behind him, which gives him enough momentum to stagger toward the sailor with the knife, "Yea...you'll need a bigger knife than that to scare me bub. Bub! That's right. I called you Bub." He weaves a little to the left, "I've got a knife too." He reaches for the knife but can't seem to find it. The original sailor that patted Erika on the butt takes two steps back, "Hey..hey...don't do this Olate."
Real moves to grab the sailor with the knife and wrench in such a way likely to dislocate a shoulder - or remove an arm. Real is a big lad, taking after his dad as he does. "Let's play nice, hm?"
Erika stumbles back, then looks on with obvious fear. "Listen to him! Don't hurt anyone!" she says, stepping forward, trying to grab Jack and pull him back.
Liam steps over to back up Jack, his hand falling to the pommel of his sword and says, "Maybe we should all back off and take a five minute sit-down."
Jack looks at the sailor with the knife and finally finds his blade. He pulls it out and as he is pulled back by Erika slices his right forearm with the blade. Blood flows from the wound and Jack says the sailor that just had his arm dislocated. "Hey Olate. You got me. You win. Lets have an ale. On me." Suddenly Jack's expression calms and he shouts out, "Ale for the house! The ale is on house Chantris! All you can drink!" The other sailors seem to calm suddenly at the presence of the reinforcements. One says, "Ale. Ale is good."
Real grins, apparently happy with the declaration of booze. He goes to get several mugs.
"Oh Jack! You're hurt!" Erika says, trying to push Jack into a seat. "Sit down, yes, have an ale, but sit down first." Then she glances to Real and Liam, giving them a grateful look.
Liam goes to sit on the other side of Jack. Any day he doesn't have to pull a weapon is a day he doesn't lose another shirt or another hat. He asks, "How long have you two been drinking?"
Jack slumps into the seat and nods at Erika. He bends around her back to whisper loudly at Liam as he points at her butt, "Who knew so much trouble could come from a pretty butt?" He bends back around to take the mug from Real and nods with a drunken grin at him, "Thanks! I'm Jack. I don't know you. I think. What? Ok." there seems to be about 16 mugs of ale at Jack's table. The only ones that are there are Jack and Erika.
Real happily serves several mugs around, and keeps two for himself. He drinks. Does he ever drink.
Liam takes a moment to lean way back and examine Erika's butt. He says, "It is a butt-shaped butt." He leans back forward and says, "You all know Real, right? Jack Chantris. Erika Chantris. This is Gerard's son, Real. He is AWESOME."
Real raises a mug, and smiles.
Erika shakes her head. "I haven't had any. And no talking about my butt!" she says, going bright red. "And why are you two even /looking/ at my butt?" She gives Jack a poke. "And what did you mean before anyway?" A pause, then, to Real, "Pleasure to meet you."
Real leans over to take a good look at said body part. "Hm? Ah. Hi."
Jack tosses back half the mug and points it at Real, "You look like him, you know." He looks over at Erika, "Ok." He calls out to the hall, "NO ONE HERE IS ALLOWED TO TALK ABOUT ERIKA CHANTRIS'S BUTT!" He raises his mug in a toast and sings, "She's a girl we all know, with a butt that's very nice, but never say a word about it, is my very best advice!" He then drains the other half of the mug and slams it down on the table, "More!"
Real looks squarely to Erika. "I'm not really the talking type." He winks, and drinks his ale.
Erika covers her face in both her hands once she notices Real looking at her butt too, and she makes a sound not unlike a whimper. Jack's shouted comment has her doing her best to crawl beneath the table without actually crawling beneath the table. "Why is everyone obsessed with my butt tonight? Can't you appreciate my mind?"
Liam has no choice but, even when cold sober, joining in on Jack's song! Which he most certainly does with emphasis on the word 'butt.' And now he has mead! This has just gotten better.
Real raps on the table when singing is called for - because that still leaves him with one hand and mouth free to drink. To Erika he says, "Lady, you're in the wrong place for that."
Others wander over to the show their appreciation of Jack's free booze and join in the song with Liam. Jack slurps at another ale that is shoved in his hand and then blurts out, "We all know she is fine, we all appreciate her mind, but when she walks we all stare, and appreciate her behind!"
Liam has joined in Jack with his own harmony in a nice, even tenor. And he manages to sing, loud and clear, about Erika's butt, while drinking mead. This is some sort of strange, Pattern-granted superpower.
Erika just drops her head down on the table with a groan. "Oh hush. No one's allowed to appreciate my behind unless...unless I say so!"
Real leans in to Erika, "And what does a gentleman have to do to earn the right? If I find one, maybe he can tell me?"
Jack weaves and grins and sings, "But when she turns around, we know that we're in trouble, but then she gives us permission, and we all sing about he bubble!" He then drains the last of the mug and falls over unconscious.
Erika peeks out at Real, though she winces at Jack's final bit of song. "Tell me he passed out," she whispers. "And a gentleman would be interested in courting me, not just staring at my butt!"
Real raises a finger. "You, milady, are mistaken. A gentleman would /pretend/ to court you, in order to better stare at... said part."
Liam looks at Jack who has now passed out here at the table in the Mead Hall and he says, "I guess we gotta carry him home. Can't leave him here. He's a proto-Duke."
"Then that gentleman wouldn't be a gentleman at all, nor would he get permission. I'm not just a body!" Erika protests, before she glances to Liam. "Can we gag him first? Just in case?"
Real looks down. "Well, damn." He takes that as a cue, and gets up. He moves over to Jack - ready to toss him over broad shoulder and carry him wherever Liam points. "Proto-what?"
"Proto-Duke. He's Cyrus's brother," Liam says and he tosses back the rest of the mug of mead because he damn well is not going to leave free mead lying around not drunk. "So he needs to go to Chantris. Preferably with a bow on his head."
Erika eyes Real. "Well damn? What's that supposed to mean?"
Real hefts up Jack, and looks to Erika. "Calm down, lady. Think of it this way," he pats Jack's ass as he bears the man over his shoulder in a fireman's carry. "Now everyone's going to be looking at /his/ ass."
Liam takes a moment to, as he can, check out Jack's ass. He doesn't make any comments either way on said ass.
"I'm not!" Erika protests. She stands, picking up her bag, and she holds it firmly over her butt to hide it from view. "But I'm tired of being looked at like I'm a...a...plaything!"
Real grunts, and moves to the door. "Get used to it, or learn to kick ass."
Liam checks out Real's ass, too. Because everyone seems to be in that kind of mood.
Real looks /good/ in corduroys.
Muttering to herself, Erika shakes her head as she follows, then mutters to herself, "Can't... just... who... me... of..."