Fort Weyr - Shenanigan's Lounge

The natural walls of this cavern haven been completely covered and replaced by straight and sometimes curving walls of brickwork. There's method to the madness of covering stone with stone. It's as simple as the electric buzz in the room. New grade electric lights dot the fancy brick worked walls, with wires cleverly hidden behind, allowing more focus to be centered on the rest of the room rather than the numerous strings of wire needed to operate the lighting. Each bulb roosts in a bronzed metal flowering fixture, giving the room a rich atmosphere. Still, the walls are not the only place which has stone on stone appeal. The floor has been run smooth, the surface now slate rock, creating an imperial cast.

Beyond the actual foundations of the lounge, the luxury continues. High backed wooden chairs with padded white seats have been stationed all around the room. Between the individual chairs are benches fashioned out of the same rich wood with pillows made to flatter the cushions. There are low lying coffee tables or end tables near the individual chairs, while there's larger dinning room sized tables with chairs to match scattered as well, giving much variety to those who find themselves in the room. Decorative hangings and framed artwork has been neatly hung around the room, but to offset the meticulous method of the room, there's some pieces that give a sporty feeling to the room - such as a fishing rod or a snow shoe.

Of course, the final appeal of the room comes in the form of it's purpose; athletic competition. There are several games of darts lining the walls, various decks of dragon poker cards available, a large velvet lined pool table centered to one side of the lounge, a mat area surrounded by ropes, and an area that keeps track of all the runner races around the world via radio signal, giving constant updates on the status of the runners. Lastly, there's a bar here, small and built with brick as well. There's usually a bartender on duty willing to mix drinks during the evening hours.

The evening after Kouzevelth's goldflight is a damp one, the rains from the previous day only just letting up. In fact, there's nothing falling from the sky right now, but that doesn't provide impetus for Br'enn to be outside right now. Sitting in a quiet corner, his hands wrapped around a mug of some dark, frothy alcohol, Br'enn seems content to just be alone and still for the moment, wrapped up in his thoughts and only occasionally sipping to break the monotony. He isn't brooding, per se; he's just…pensive.

C'rus had lingered in Xanadu. Probably lingered longer than he should, and who could really blame him? A newly weyrmated guy wanting to spend some time with his weyrmate. Though that wasn't the only reason he lingered. He knew that things would be different when he came back. The rain had driven most people either into their weyrs or inside and C'rus is one of those people. He walks into the tavern and glances around, and there is Br'enn, and his heart goes out to the guy. How could it not? Though the man is giving off a distict vibe of…I want to be alone, so C'rus hesitates. Does he or doesn't he? And in the end he figures why not. So he strides over to the corner and looks down to his friend. "Hey," he eloquently says.

Br'enn sees someone approaching from the corner of his eye but doesn't look up, fully expecting whoever it is to pass by on their way to another table. But when a familiar voice addresses him, he glances quickly up at C'rus, almost as if startled, and grunts a little, rubbing at his eyes after the manner of someone just waking up. Which he clearly hasn't, but that's how it is, all the same. "Hey, C'rus," the bronzerider replies, trailing off into a sigh before nudging out the chair across the small table from him with his foot. "Have a seat, if y'like. Not waitin' for anyone."

C'rus hesitates once more, but friendship once more overcomes reluctance to deal with this and the bluerider takes a seat in the offered chair. Once comfortably seated he regards the man opposite him. How does one even begin this conversation? He joins him in a sigh, "I heard about what happened." he says softly. Making sure that others around wouldn't be able to hear, "Thought you might need a friend." Because he is sure everyone else will just be slapping him on the back and congratulating him, "If you want to be alone I'll understand. I don't want to intrude…"

"Was bound to happen sometime," Br'enn replies with a shrug, but the motion is on the stiff side - far from nonchalant. "I appreciate it, though. Y're not intrudin'; I don't mind the company." He leans back in his seat finally, taking a deep sip of the dark lager and clearing his throat a bit. "Been gettin' plenty of congrats, which, y'know, is good for Tov. He was outstandin' up there, with the rain 'n' all, but…" Blue eyes, dark with a bit of fatigue, slowly skew to the side, landing on a vague point on the wall across the room, past C'rus. "Wasn't expectin' it to hit Rynn so hard. Or me, to be honest. We'd talked about it - what'd happen if Tov or Mazz caught someone. Doesn't change things between us, but it was still rough goin', when I made it back." Shaking his head a bit, his eyes drift down to his drink.

C'rus leans on the table and just listens as his friend both welcomes and explains. He keeps his expression as warm and kind as he is able. He'd resolved in advance that he wasn't going to do anything but be there for him, though his expression falters a bit when he mentions Rynn, and then himself being hit hard by it. The sorrow is written on his face, "I'm sorry Br'enn." This isn't something he would wish on his two closest friends, "It is rough…I know." he agrees.

Br'enn smirks a little for C'rus' sympathy, his eyes raising back to the bluerider's as he takes another drink. "Well…we'll get used to it," he says with a slow nod. "We've gotta. I told 'er… I mean, I don't remember a shardin' bit of me from durin'; I was Tov. 'n' afterward…'s'all a blur. No memory of that 'til wakin' up, 'n' I think that's what worried 'er most. Inri was…" He sighs, scrubbing a hand over his face. "She was real good about things, after we woke up. Understood. She's been through 'em enough before, she was more worried about me. Good heart to 'er, that one." He goes quiet for a moment, staring at his mug again before tapping a finger to his chest. "No heart, to the aftermath, if y're loyal to someone else. Explained that to Rynn, 'n' I think it helped." Another sigh, and he smiles. "She stayed with me after that, at least. Slept. She needed it."

C'rus brings his hands to his chin, and rests them against it as Br'enn continues, "I suppose…" he says softly, "I…." he just looks away, a certain amount of anxiety showing on his face. He just shrugs off what he was going to say and turns his head back to face the man across the table. The anxiety doesn't leave his face as Br'enn 'explains' the nature of the situation. C'rus resists the urge to stick his hands over his ears and keeps his gaze forward on Br'enn. The concern is still present on his face, "I'm glad she understood….and that you are alright….and that she's alright," he says softly.

It's when C'rus' expression begins to show that bit of anxiety that Br'enn decides he's elaborated enough and takes another drink, sealing any further details inside. At this point, he'd probably end up saying a few things over again in different ways, anyway. "Yeah," is his drawled reply as he spins his mug in the ring of moisture it's shed onto the table over the course of his time there. "Mayhap…" Whatever he was going to say, he catches, almost as if he thinks it might have been too loud. The corner of his mouth twitches upward, and he starts again after another sigh, his murmur so low it might nearly be missed. "Mayhap I should…ask Rynn to weyrmate me, I'm thinkin'."

A look of relief crosses his face as the hunter decides that he has said far too much about the situation. Just because C'rus has begun to accept reality for what it is doesn't mean he likes it, or that it doesn't scare the crap out of him, "Yeah…" he echos hsi friend. A pang of guilt beats through his chest, "You know if you need to talk about anything its fine…sometimes you just have to say it all you know…" He's willing to take any amount of discomfort if it means being there for Br'enn, because he doens't believe anyone else will do what he is doing. Well..maybe Rynn, but…He's brought out of this train of thought when Br'enn speaks again, "What?" he says in surprise, not because he didn't hear him. He recovers and speaks softly once more, "If you love her Br'enn…" he trails off for a moment before finding clarity of thought once more, "…then you should."

"I do," Br'enn says, more evenly than anything else that's come out of his mouth so far. "'n' I think I've made it clear to 'er; I just…" With a huff, he realigns his thoughts. "It's somethin' I've been thinkin' about for a little while, wonderin' when might be a good time to bring up the idea. I just don't want it to seem like I'd be askin' 'er because of the flight, like I'm tryin' to make up for somethin', y'know?" Because right now, he's sure that's how some might perceive it. "Though it's not as though I'd be askin' 'er in public." Another drink, steadying, and he drums his fingers on the table for a moment. "The flight just made me realize it more though, I think. How much I do love 'er. 'Cause seein' 'er all knotted up because Tov caught… I wanna feel like I have every right in the world to be the only one to soothe her outta that, other than Mazzolyth. Y'see what I'm getting at?" In other words, he wants to be her protector. He's just not eloquent enough to get it out that simply right now, of course.

C'rus had known that this conversation was going to be hard, though he hand't really anticipated this portion of the conversation. He pauses as if to consider and his eyes glaze a bit as he consults his dragon…who is by far more the master of love than he could ever hope to be…and once he deglazes he offers a very small smile, "I think I do…" the healer says softly, "No you can't ask in public. It needs to be something special." he agrees with another deep breath. He lowers his hands to the table and fiddles with his fingers. He can just picture Rynn hurt and it ties him in a few knots too, "Jaicoureth says that you should take her somewhere really special and make a big show of it." C'rus glances down to his shoes, because they are so interesting, and then back up, "I think you should just tell her whats in your heart. I know you keep her safe and I want that for her." He's tempted to leave it at that, but just can't bring himself too, "And Br'enn, I want you to have the love you deserve. I'm convinced that some of us don't do well alone…"

When C'rus relays what Jaicoureth thinks of the whole thing, Br'enn actually chuckles - his first real display of amusement of the day. "I've never been good at makin' a big show of things," he says, finally getting his lager drained to half. "But I can definitely do the takin' 'er somewhere special part." At the bluerider's last, Br'enn reaches over and claps him on the shoulder warmly. "Thanks, Cy. 'm glad you found that with Kera, if I haven't said it already." He rolls his shoulders a bit, looking pensive again. "Rynn 'nd I've been used to bein' alone out there. Did well enough…though maybe meetin' the right person, y'realize just how much better y'can be, when y're with 'em."

C'rus is pleased as least to see the man smile. Had that been the point of the conversation? Probably not, but it is a welcome effect. So he returns the smile as best as he is able even if the pain he feels for the two has not subsided, "I never was good at making a show either. If you are looking for lessons I'm sure Jai could convey something to Tovi…" Though in this case the pair probably needs to find their own way, "Special is good." he says with a nod of his head, his hands folding together on the table, "Its true. I'm a better person with both Jai and Kera in my life. I'd be a bigger ass if they weren't. Yeah. It really changes you. I've seen Rynn change you. You both will be happy together. I know it." The clap on the shoulder is met with a smile, and then a sigh, "I'm not really good with any of this. I'm not. Not with it being so close. But I want you to know.." he pauses glancing around, "…that no you can always tell me how you really feel about things. Don't have to sugar coat it. I won't break. You can't tell me anything that I haven't probably already worried about myself." It seems that the pensive nature of the man's expression brought that on, "And Br'enn…if this situation is ever reversed and I'm sitting where you are, I'll be one hell of a mess…"

This is most definitely one area in which Br'enn would prefer to figure things out for himself…unless he somehow manages to royally botch something in however he decides to approach Rynn. "Well," the bronzerider tells C'rus, "y'may not be the best at it, but y're tryin', eh? 'n' that's worth a lot. Won't tell ya any more about the flight, since I'm thinkin' I might make y'explode or somethin'," he sees it happening! "but I do appreciate that y're there. 'n' you can do the same with me, if y'ever need." Even though they're both more likely to go to the women they love first. But sometimes…guy time. Surely it's a thing as much as girl time! To C'rus' last, Br'enn huffs out a rough sigh. "Well, I hope that if Jai's gotta catch someone sometime, it's Moncerath. Then y'might be sittin' here…'n' it won't be half so rough as y'think." Or something like that. Here's hoping! "Lemme get ya somethin', Cy. What'll y'have? Even if there's no kick to it, 's on me."

C'rus tilts his head from side to side and then shrugs, "I suppose that in the end showing up is what's important." But dangit this isn't about him, he didn't want any of this to be about him, he wanted it all to be about Br'enn and what he needed, "I wouldn't explode. Really…you don't have to censor yourself." It's what he'd want if the situation was reversed, "I'm just glad you can admit to having feelings about it is all…" Everyone else is far too nonchalant about the whole thing for his taste, "I do too.." he replies almost unthinkingly and then has to backpedal a bit, "I mean…he's told me he'll chase her. When I proposed to Kera he in his own way proposed to Moncerath. He's never told any green he'd chase her before. He and I have an understanding of sorts. He doesn't want to chase anyone he doesn't love. He promised and I don't believe he's capable of lying. But he's been asking everyone that he knows who has caught about it. The whole thing fascinates him." he says with a shrug, "It isn't the winning that scares me so much as the losing." The man has already 'lost' once and the prospect of a repeat…"I'll have an ale…" he says. Apparently he's either just brave enough tonight or just emotional enough.

Whereas Br'enn has been working hard for the past Turn and a half or so to make things not so much about him (even if his selfishness was very introverted)! "Well, hopefully we can just end up in the same place as the people we love at the right time if we end up losin', eh?" he notes, beckoning the bartender over with a pair of ticked fingers. Surely it can be managed from time to time! C'rus will have his ale in short order, and Br'enn will be content to sit and talk with the bluerider, their strange friendship carrying on some good conversation for a few candlemarks more until drinks are drained and sleep begs to be attained.