Ale to drink?

[kycin]

Pawsteps entered the lively pub, Kycin was still cloaked, and her eyes focused on the cats around, hopefully her parents wouldn't be in a pub, they weren't much of a jolly couple to even have a relaxing ale. But the chances of meeting them were unpredictable.

The cloaked elite sighed in relief and flicked her tail, then made her way towards the counter where her order could be put. Removing her hood, she felt comfortable, "Hi ho~ Nothing queer." she grinned, awaiting for a waiter to take her order.

[Kelvali]

The albino tom, after scouring the empire rooftops for what seemed like hours, had finally found himself nestled in the heart of the south quarter--the Seascape tavern. The night before only brought hardships to the tom and sleep never graced him with its soothing presence and so he spent most of the night sneaking out of the palace, which was normal behavior for the tom, simply lurking the blackened city streets. Now, he sat happily at the inn, a wooden glass of half drunken ale in one paw. The tavern was pretty quiet at the moment and the only noise came from the main entrance, a newcomer to the tavern. Haven only moved his head ever so slightly to cast his maroon gaze on the she-cat.

"What's your poison?" He asked the she cat with a smile, his eyes almost fully hidden. He would buy her the ale, perhaps she needed it more than he needed the extra coin in his coin pouch. Afterall, being a prince brought nothing short of a lot of coin. [ \blockquote]

[Kitsani]

Jet watched from a shady table near the corner as the tavern seemed to slowly begin to fill. Her sharp blue gaze flickered about dis-trustingly as cats walked by, a frown occasionally painting her muzzle. She wasn't here to preform tonight; the tabby she-cat simply needed an escape for a little while. She was still completely humiliated after her stumble the other day in the middle of the market. What kind of dancer did a faceplant in the middle of a performance? She pushed the thoughts out of her mind and took another swig at her ale.
As she set it back down atop of the table with a quiet thud, her eyes fell upon a very familiar hooded tom. He was talking to another she-cat, and she felt her jowls slip back into a smirk. Seemed somebody got around, hm? Jet discarded the thought; it was rude to judge. She hardly knew the tom, and he helped her up that day in the market. She fiddled aimlessly with her earing, debating going over there and thanking him, and maybe even getting to know whoever he was with. It wasn't as if she had an abundance of friends.
After thinking it over, the tabby swiftly finished off her ale (a bit of liquor never hurt her social skills ) and padded over to where the other two cats were and offered them a smug wave.

[FeliKal]

Though the tavern was still bustling with activity, it was much quieter than the usual chatotic rumble of voices and bodies that often packed the space. It was a bit disappointing, really. Leif had been excepting and looking forward to the padimonuim of drunken cats. Not least because he was - technically - not allowed in the bar, and the multitude of cats provided him a sort of buffer. The more cats were crammed into one pub, the less likely is was that Tybalt would spot him and kick him out. However, it looked as though luck was on his side today, for the barkeep had his paws full in serving up drinks for the steadily increasing number of customers. It also looked like he was half intoxicated already, and as such, much less likely to pay attention to any cat indivudually.

From his perch upon the edge of the bar, (closest to the exit, just in case,) Leif was aware of every stranger that entered or exited. His sharp eyes flicked between faces, committing to memory irrelevant details. The cloaked she-cat arrived on edge, but quickly relaxed herself into a chair, perhaps hiding from, or avoiding someone? She was greeted by a similarly masked white cat, the tint of pink hinting at some sort of odd fur discoloration. He offered her a drink, and Leif mentally crossed the female off his list of 'cats to try seducing'. He switched his gaze to an approaching molly, seemingly intent on the discolored male. Brow rising in inrestest, Leif let his eyes drift over the intricate, swirling patterns of the new she-cat's pelt. Now here was a pretty tabby.

Sliding himself along the bar, the wander came to rest just beside the table of the three he was interested in, and casually swung his legs up. His gaze did not leave the marbled cat for a moment. With a quick wink, he set his head on one paw and slid his words between the she-cat and the other strangers. "My my, you look a little on the downside. Here to drown your sorrows?" He gave his best winning smile, with the offer, "I don't suppose a little company could take the place of fine ale?"

[kycin]

The young elite flicked her long ears as she observed the area, keeping her own curious thoughts to herself, such as wondering how a certain cat gained a scar or such unnecessary questions that floats in her mind as she observes citizens. Kycin felt the presence of the strangely colored albino cat a few yards away catch her attention, and only realized he was inquiring a question no one seemed to ask her before. The young cat grinned and raised her eyebrow, surely it was a joke? But it wouldn't hurt to just reply, right? "If only the finest it would be Pale Ale." she answered with a careful tone, although this albino seemed friendly, she wouldn't let that make her feel comfortable, an experienced wanderer wouldn't of said anything, in her opinion.

Kycin then observed the hooded tom before noticing another cat. Her eyes narrowed, she didn't want much attention, but she just answered with a mew of greetings.

[Kelvali]

"Pale ale, ey? Odd choice for feisty looking she cat like yourself, but who am I to judge" Have chuckled with a smile before motioning to one of the tavern hands to get the lady a drink. The tavern hand proceeded to nod dutifully before goin g about his business to get her a cup. The albino tom looked to his own cup of ale, pi ked up the glass and sloshed the drink around before taking a quick swig and placing the cup neatly on the counter. He caught the faint sound of pawsteps making their way over, and turning his head ever so slightly, he caught the glimpse of a very familiar she cat. His tail twitched in amusement and inwardly he had hoped to see this lovely dancer again. Haven turned slightly in his chair before meeting her smug smile with his own smug greeting "Ah if it isn't twinkle toes, lovely seeing you here."

And so before the tom could continue he was interrupted by another voice, a tom, and not just any tom, but a vagabond stepping in on his turf. "Obviously the lady was coming our way, if she wanted to exchange words with you I'm sure she would have came to you" Haven chuckled smuggly with a wry grin, but inside he was seething. Oh how he hated toms stepping in on turf where they DON'T belong. He was facing the three cats now, his expression amused. Haven was good at combat but even better at manipulation. "Now my dear ladies, I hadnt mentioned my name" he meowed charmingly. He gave the dancer a slight bow of his head as a gesture saying he remembered her and was honored by their last meeting before continuing to introduce himself. "Call me snow" he smiled, oh how his father would be so angry to know his son was off introducing himself without his birth name, he had a good reason of course. Haven took another sip of his ale before turning to small group again. He patted an open seat between him and the other exotic brown she cat for the dancer to sit if she'd like, "that is, if you're in no rush to leave?" He spoke to her.

[Kitsani]

Jet smirked at new nickname she seemed to have achieved. She let out a slight laugh, but inside she was just sighing in relief that it wasn't something like 'tumble toes'. "Twinkle Toes, hm? Cute, but my real name is Jet," she mewed innocently, leaning against the side of the bar as she looked down at the other felines. She noticed the she-cat he was with seemed to narrow her eyes at the marbled dancer, and the sokoke cat quickly averted her gaze. She got that affect sometimes from she-cats. She didn't like it. Jet had no interest in love, and whether this cat was protective or simply didn't like the attention, she couldn't really tell. The tabby shrugged it off and turned her blue eyes to a new cat who had appeared and seemed to be speaking to her.

She looked a little down? Damn, she was sure she had been better at hiding her emotions then that. She focused on it now, letting her jowls slide back into an effortless smile that she didn't mean in the least. Cats like this often made her nervous, not that she'd ever let them know that. "Some could say that, but really I find that a little fun helps your problems much more than drowning yourself in ale. Not that I don't appreciate a good drink," Jet flicked her tail, her bells rattling quietly from around her waist. Before she had to reply to his second remark, she noticed the pale tom speak up again. The dancer almost laughed alloud, but instead simply widened her smirk and listened quietly as he introduced himself.

Snow. So now she knew the name of the cat who helped her up in the square. As he tapped the seat beside him, Jet gracefully moved over there and sat down, nodding in thanks quickly. "I hadn't been intending to stay long, but meeting you here was an interesting turn of events," she chided. "I never got to thank you in the square," she shrugged smoothly. Her gaze flickered back to Leif, and not wanting to be rude, she flashed hr pearly teeth in a smug grin. "If the others don't mind, you're free to sit with us as well if you stop flirting with me," she giggled innocently.

[kycin]

Raising her eyebrow, the wanderer was amused by the albino cat's friendly behavior, and oh how odd it was he offered her a drink, but she wouldn't want to judge him wrongly, after all, she wouldn't want to make an enemy. Kycin did like the look of the tom, he didn't look unforgiving like the usual males, neither too flirty. "I don't mind being called queer. Im pretty sure other cats look at me as if I was a wraith." she grinned, "Thanks for the ale.". The wanderer felt comfortable, it was nice having a little chat with someone friendly.

Hearing another tom's words then made her laugh, she had seen quite a few males flirt with prettier females before, but that didn't stop her from thinking it was hilarious. As they continued their chat, and the dancer then seated herself between her and the albino, she noticed how unique personalities impressed herself, perhaps they should meet again.

"Well, a pleasure to meet you Snow." the wanderer chuckled, then turned to the dancer, "And your name is Jet? A pleasure to meet you too." she politely greeted, liking the personality of her. Then to the flirting tom, she didn't say anything, he was quite focused on Jet, and Kycin didn't mind, she wasn't interested in flirting toms anyway. "I guess we're learning each other's names? It would be rude if I didn't bestow mine." she grinned, "Kycin, call me Kycin."

[FeliKal]

'If she wanted to exchange words with you, I'm sure she would have come to you.'

Blinking slowly, twice, Leif took the casual words and stripped them down- It was a threat alright, though masked as an amiable chastisement. The barely stiffened muscles, defensive, but not picking a fight (yet). The sharp flash of crimson eyes beneath the male's hood - surprisingly good quality cloth, that - was a warning. Watch it, was expressed from this male as clearly as speech to the wanderer. If he were anyone else, Leif might have risen to the challenge. After all, what claim did this male have to TWO females he seemed to only barely know? But Leif was not anyone else, and he was quite unfazed by the other male's territorial agression. Treading on the albino's bad side would win him nothing but unwanted animosity and tension, where he only wanted a good bit of company and a laugh or two.

In all honesty, Leif did not particularly care if he was now banned from flirting, though he was tempted to point out to the other male that he was doing exacly the same in his own way. The marbled molly - Jet, not Twinkle Toes, - hadn't seemed particularly charmed anyway. Not resistent, but merely... uninterested. That was fine, he wasn't one to chase down an unwilling opponent. It all worked out in the end.

Looking to the cat to convey his passive agreence The hooded tom was already speaking again, and his eloquence truly was impressive, even to Leif. He gave off a calm air of confidence and gentlemanly manners that hinted at a high-class upbringing. Actually... This was a little suspicious in itself. Narrowing his eyes slightly in thought, Leif filed those details away for later. Snow, the mysterious hooded albino. Nodding at the introductions of the others, indicating that he had heard, and repeating them silently back to himself, Leif observed the two females. They weren't quite as interesting as Snow, but they had their own intriguing details. The bell hoop around Jet's middle, for instance. A dancer? By the grace with which she moved, Leif suspected so. And the cloaked one... Her fur was rough, lacking the luster of one with an easy life. The wraps on her front paws suggested that she walked a lot. A hunter, maybe, or a wanderer like himself? He would have to get to know the two of them better.

At Jet's teasing reprimand, the male raised his dark-tipped paws in mock surrender. "All I wanted was a little company, I swear. Sittin' by myself gets too lonesome too quickly." Then he lowered his paws. "But that was sweet of you t' offer, and I am happy to accept. I'll keep my thoughts clean an' my paws to myself." He grinned, sitting back and flicking his ears amiably. "A good friendly laugh s'all I'm lookin' for here, I promise. And you all seemed like a fun bunch." He flicked his gaze to the red-eyed male, locking for a moment, and then ducking his head and saying, rather sheepishly, "Sorry if I gave a bad first impression there. Introductions aren't really my thing."

[kycin]

Not my post :'D

[Kelvali]

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[atrb=background,http://img706.imageshack.us/img706/4262/havenforummockupmid.png] The albino tom had soon decided the tom who had intentionally stumbled into the conversation was no longer a threat, for now. Not to say Haven planned on pursuing either of the she-cats before him but either way in Haven's mind there was always the potential for some lovin'. Plus, he was quite content, which could be seen by the smug look perched atop his maw, that the lovely dancing she-cat had called the other tom out on his flirting. Haven flirted of course, but perhaps he was smoother at it rather than so forth coming? He didn't know but he had a lot of time locked away in the palace to perfect it. "Jet and Kycin, very lovely names. For lovely cats. They roll off the tongue rather nicely" the albino tom said smoothly and rather politely, showing he didn't intend to make a move on either of the two, at least for now. He moved his gaze to the other tom and soon realized he never mentioned his name. "If a little company is all you seek, wanderer..." he stopped momentarily to look at his claws before tilting his head to raise one blood-red eye at the smooth talking tom who now was the only one of the four standing. "Then maybe a name from you is in order, hmm?" an eerie grin accompanied the last statement before the the albino took another simple sip of his now dwindling cup of ale. 'Why do good things end...' he sighed as he put the cup down atop the wooden counter with a dainty 'tap' on the mahogany. He took the moment to reflect on what brought him here and for so long this was maybe the largest group he ever conversed with at one time. Beside him he had two beautiful she-cats to exchange words with and a male who seemed to have quite a bit of flirt and charm to him, which was actually quite nice to see. Perhaps a friend could be made rather than an enemy. Only time could tell about this group. Normally he would slip into a dark corner, and simply wait for a pretty she-cat to catch his sight, which soon after meant he would work his magic. This night; however, was different and nice...nice, what word to be using while sitting in a bar with a bunch of ale-tippin' cats.

[Kitsani]

Jet smiled crookedly, nodding in thanks curtly to the white tom. He seemed to seek information from others, yet with his hood up Jet felt her seemed very... seclusive. Like he wasn't interested in revealing everything to them. She flicked her soft, brown tail. Oh well, the dancer wasn't one to pry. Her blue eyes flickered over to Leif however and she flashed her white teeth in a smirk, " Don't worry about it, we're all here for a good time, sorry if I came off as very close-minded," she mewed innocently, attempting to flag over the Tavern Keeper. She'd probably had enough ale, but one over her usual amount couldn't hurt much, right?

She got her small, scarred paws on another glass (if you could call it that) and nodded to the tavern keeper, casually flicking the schillings to the feline. She raised her glass slightly with a crooked smile, "To lovely introductions of lovely companions," she chided, taking a swig and setting it down. It was nice, simply chatting. Nothing to deep or personal, although as the night deepens Jet couldn't really predict what conversations would arise. The thought made her casually hide her paws pads, turning them so they lay flat against the bar. Cats sometimes asked about it; it was a bit of a touchy subject at times, she didn't like her childhood being judged on a few scrapes and bruises that refused to fade completely. The marbled she-cat remained somewhat hushed after her toast, not wanting to be the one to stir up the next conversation. She could contribute, but she would hang back and leave the bulk of the talking to the other cats, her blue eyes drifting about curiously.

[FeliKal]

The wanderer rolled his eyes at Snow’s not so subtle pass at both the she-cats. Just a compliment... Yeah, suuure. He was slightly miffed by the fact that it was apparently okay for the white male to chat up both of them, and he was being kept under a strictly paws-off deal, but he didn’t mention the subject. It wasn’t worth stirring up trouble about, and to be fair, the females didn’t seem to care anyway. A moment of silence, a pause between conversation, and Leif realized that he was being watched from beneath that dark hood. '...Maybe a name from you is in order, hmm?' The words were layered, the grin that accompanied them not quite heartfelt. For half a second he felt disturbed, as though there were something vitally important being imparted that he could not quite catch. But the hollow click of the ale pint on the tabletop echoed a slightly wistful sigh, taking away the lingering dark tones. In its wake was left a rather hesitantly downcast air, with the taste of bitter alcohol and secrets. There was more than one cat at the table with something to hide.

Leif, however, was not one of these cats. Acutely aware of the precious seconds he had wasted analyzing the atmosphere, he quickly got down to the business of introducing himself, something he had completely forgotten until the albino mentioned it. “Leif Carrahagn, but the last name’s not anything of importance.” He flicked an ear at the dusty female, gratefully accepting her forgiveness. “Not close-minded at all, dear, nothing like that,” he meowed graciously. Then, tossing a little bit of his preferred humor back into the mix, “I s’pose there’ll always be those cats who’re immune to my charms.”

He was about to come back with another witty comment, something to lighten the mood, hopefully, when he noticed the exchange between the dancer and the barkeep. As the large tom began rolling their way, Leif hissed a curse and ducked under the table. “Hide me! Don’t tell him I’m here, ‘kay?” He tucked himself between the legs that populated his temporary shelter, trying his best to blend in while not treading on any stray paws. The clink of coins exchanging, the thump of a newly-filled mug, resonating through the wood of the table above his flattened ears. Heavy pawsteps faded back into the murmur of the tavern, and a slightly humorous toast from the petite female passed before he mustered the courage to poke his head out and ask, rather hesitantly, “...Is he gone?”

[kycin]

Amused and relaxed with her new companions, she noticed her ale the albino tom ordered, and chuckled as she examined Snow's personality, it was nothing to judge about, "What would you like back for the ale, Snow?" the young cat didn't want him to think she only thought of herself, which she wasn't, and by his friendly attitude, she did find him interesting, but not in a romantic way, she wasn't a cat to be interested in flirting. "Don't say nothing." she chuckled, then lifted her ale and drank before placing it on the counter, flicking her ears as she examined Jet, the dancer didn't greet her, probably focused on the toms, she didn't blame her.

Listening to the other cat, she decided to speak to him, "A pleasure to meet your acquaintance." she lifted her ale and drank, comfortable with them and their personalities, she rested her hinds on the counter, hoping they wouldn't mind, she placed the ale back before noticing the flirt was no where, but he then he appeared, why did he hide? Amused, she knew they would be a nice group to hang with.