Fort Weyr - Shenanigans 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.

Once again, Br'enn finds himself winding down toward the end of his day, a nice, brisk sweep over the mountains south of the Weyr in the midst of a steady snowfall not long under his belt. Naturally, he wants something to drink after that, to break up the chill that's managed to seep in through his riding leathers, thickly insulated though they are. The bronzerider still prefers the Gemstone Tavern, but Shenanigans is convenient and, fortunately, not all that full right now. He tugs off his gloves and jacket, draping them over one arm as he saunters up to the bar and orders klah spiked liberally with brandy, taking himself off to his usual spot against the back wall afterward and plopping down in the booth with a bit of a nonchalant sprawl.

After a long day of baking, serving, and cleaning, Katrina is happy to finally get away from the kitchen and let down her hair. Her foxy red locks sprawl across her shoulders as opposed to being tied up behind her. She is wearing a neat, clean tunic that matches her eyes and a simple pair of black pants. She gives a wave of her hand to a few familiar faces that she spies, then slips over to the bar and orders a simple whiskey on the rocks.

Br'enn is in the midst of a good pull from his mug when he happens to glance over at the bar, and a flash of red hair catches his eye. It's only when he catches sight of her profile that he recognizes her - that new baker that left all those amazing pastries to purloin, back before the fire. Assuming her eyes pass over him, he'll give a small flick of a wave and a dip of his chin. But he's not about to move. He's far too comfortable for that right now.

After receiving her drink, Katrina takes a quick sip, then glances about the tavern. As she catches the dip of the bronze rider's head, her eyes widen fro a moment before she glances over her shoulder briefly, then back to him. Lifting up a hand, she gives a shy wiggle of her fingers with a warm, sunny smile on her face. What's his name? What's his name? Oh, right, "Hi Br'enn! Nice night, huh?"

Oh look a S'ai. The Lounge isn't a common place to find him, surprisingly enough, but gambling and alcohol are old and familiar vices better avoided many a time. He's here now though, making his way among the tables and towards the bar.

"Not bad, yeah," Br'enn returns to Katrina with a small smile, a little flick of his fingers toward the seat across the table from him given in silent invitation. Quite a change for the bronzer, inviting people to sit with him. Another familiar face enters, and he gives a fuller wave to his clutchbrother. "S'ai!" the bronzerider rumbles, gesturing him over. "Come have a seat, if y'like."

Ohmygoshohmygosh. The Weyr's hunk is inviting her to sit! Katrina looks awkward for a moment as she pushes off the bar, though she only gets a few steps until she hears Br'enn call out for S'ai. Turning around, she spies the other bronzer, then grins even wider. "Hey troublemaker! Yes, come sit with me, us! Come sit with us."

"Br'enn!" S'ai says with a lopsided grin, bobbing his head towards the other bronzerider. "What's up?" Comes the question as he approaches the table where he sits and pulls out a seat first for Katrina - because he actually does have manners on the odd days of even months - before flopping down into his own. "Tsk, Katrina, you wound me. I don't cause trouble. It just… kind of finds me. Maybe I invite it some days."

Br'enn gives a low chuckle as he watches Katrina and S'ai come his way, sipping again as bright blue eyes flick between the other bronzer and the baker. "Just grabbin' a drink before headin' home," he answers, setting his mug down with a dull thunk. "'m guessin' you two've already met, eh?"

"Oh, a troublemaker and a gentleman. You are an enigma wrapped up in a puzzle." Katrina says to S'ai with that usual bright smile of hers. "Oh, yes, we know each other, we've become good friends." She says as she props her chin up with a grin, taking a sip of her drink. "Something about snowballs."

"Snowball fights." S'ai clarified, "Plus you can't say no to pastries." He leans back in his chair and lets out a lazy sigh. "Headed back myself soon, Zeruth needs a good scrub and oiling. It's been a busy few days and he's looking a mess."

A crooked grin tilt's Br'enn's mouth. "Troublemakers 'n' gentlemen. Seems to sum most of us bronzers up pretty well." A glance is given to S'ai for affirmation, one brow arching a bit. "Snowball fights, pastries…" He shrugs. "Nope, no trouble could possibly come of those. Still. S'ai's alright. Good friend to have." Another drink is taken, and his gaze drifts to the other bronzerider again. "What'd he get into?"
"Yes, cheater. Using your dragon as a shield. Not fair." Katrina says in a teasing manner as she rocks her chair to one side to bump her shoulder against his. "You're lucky I still make your favorite pie, dork." She has nothing but affection in her voice as she takes the rest of her whisky in a quick shot, licking her lips.

"Aaaaw, you care!" S'ai says with a wide grin towards Br'enn, clearly joking. He squints over to the bump from Katrina and chuckles to the redhead. "Hey, you started it! Ambushing a rider and his dragon just enjoying some peace and quiet. Our right to defend ourselves." He says with a mock sniff of offense. "I swear Zeruth is one of the few dragons in this Weyr that likes the winter."

Br'enn spreads his fingers, tilting his head with feigned sheepishness. "What can I say? Becomin' a rider sent me soft." Likely story. It's more likely that Rynn did. "Tov likes winter alright. Likes the snow. I've mentioned snowball fights to 'im…" He grins, a definite hint of mischief present in the glint of his eyes. "Y'd never last in a snowball fight with a hunter, a reckon. Could demonstrate sometime, for Tov." Is Br'enn throwing down the gauntlet?

Katrina glances between the two bronzers, giving a giggle under her throat. Propping her chin up, she has a sloppy grin on her face as she traces her finger along the empty shot glass with her free hand. "I would love to see that. In -so- many ways."
"Pft, please." S'ai says with a snort. "Zeruth takes to perfecting games like it was his purpose in life. He takes them ridiculously serious. It doesn't help when I'm actually trying to have fun and got him being my backbrain coach. 'He's favoring his left hand.' 'No! Throw higher, compensate for the drop!' 'Go for the wetter snow, it packs better'." He gives his head a slow shake. "Guy takes all the fun outta fun sometimes. Second place is the first loser. He sounds like my mother." He mumbles as he plants his forehead in his palm. "Oh I'll play, don't get me wrong."

Th'ero's arrival to the lounge, for once, is bordering on leisurely. Not that the Weyrleader often even gets to think of leisure time or "free" time. HA! For him that's a myth but he makes exceptions. Like today! He no longer has a cast on his leg though he walks with a noticeable limp and has to rely on the use of a cane — for now. Just a matter of time until he gets that leg back to strength and THEN… oh yes. He'll get right back into the thick of things! And… probably end up in the Infirmary again. After ordering his favourite ale at the bar, his dark eyes will spy two of his bronzeriders (and possible favourites) and the unfamiliar Katrina. "Play what?" he drawls curiously as he approaches, dipping his head in a respectful nod. Afternoon!

"Oh ye would, eh?" Br'enn says, giving Katrina a brief, teasing waggle of eyebrows before smirking at S'ai. "Well, once we've let Tov see what it's all about, I can just send 'im off to distract Zeruth, 'n' we can play again. Without him coachin' ya through the whole shardin' thing." In other words, so S'ai can have fun for a change. And then there's a limping Weyrleader right there, and Br'enn automatically straightens a little, flicking a two-fingered salute off his brow to Th'ero. "Evenin', sir," he greets. "Playin' at snowball fights, is all."

"Oh yeah. Maybe with a bit of wrestling involved too." Katrina says with another bright grin as she pushes herself up from the table, then turns around. "Oh, hello, sir!" That is to the Weyrleader. "It is nice to see you out of the infirmary. I am the new dessert baker in the kitchens. Kitty. It's an honor. I'd stay and talk more, but I gotta get going. Chores and all. Nice seeing you guys again." As she heads off, her hand flicks out to ruffle S'ai's hair, giving him a smile. "See you also, troublemaker."

"Sounds like a plan." S'ai says with a nod of his head and a lopsided grin towards Br'enn. "We got all this snow, no reason not to use it and have some fun around here." He glances over as Th'ero's presence is brought to his attention and his grin widens. "And we can always use a judge." The muscle under one eye twitches and he's glancing back the way he came. "…augh, speaking of my other half, he's demanding that bath. Now. Not later. Now." He scrunches his nose under the ruffling, though regards the baker fondly. "Hey, I'll walk with ya." Out of one cave to the other, but, he is hoping out of his seat quick enough all the same. "Hi and, uh, bye, Th'ero! Br'enn, we're having that match!" And then he's jogging to catch up with Katrina.

Th'ero waves a hand in a slightly dismissive manner for Br'enn's straightening. At ease, man! At ease. Shenanigan's tends to be the neutral zone in the Weyr — or the Weyrleader treats it that way. "Ahh, yes. Snowball fights. I experienced my first one shortly after assuming Weyrleader for the first time… They had to trick me into it. Looking back on it, I wonder if I was being tested…" Since back then he was — very much a stick in the mud. Oh wait. He still IS (at times)! "Well met, Kitty. Welcome to Fort," he murmurs to the newest Baker, giving her a welcoming but reserved smile as he takes a seat at their table. He'll nod farewell to her and S'ai as well, though the bronzerider will get a lingering look. Maybe they'll talk later. Oh the joy of meetings! "Clear skies, S'ai!" Now with only Br'enn for company, Th'ero takes a long sip of his ale and smiles faintly. "Been awhile since I've caught you long enough to have a few words not entirely work related, Br'enn. How've you been?"

"Have a good night," Br'enn calls after Katrina, slouching back into his seat again. "'n' you bet yer ass we are!" A parting shot to S'ai with a grin that's soon hidden behind his mug. "So you never had a snowball flung atcha 'til you were leadin' this place?" This will be the second time in the past few days Br'enn has gotten slightly flummoxed back people's lack of winter experiences. "Keeps the eyes sharp, y'know." To Th'ero's last, the younger bronzer gives a slow nod. "Yeah, it has, sir. 'n' a lot's been goin' on, so it isn't too surprisin', eh? Still…" He smirks, hoisting his mug at the Weyrleader. Definitely too long. "Been doin' good. Got weyrmated; dunno if I mentioned that lately. Been gettin' out beyond the Weyr a little more, outside of sweeps 'n' assignments. Life's good. 'n' what about you? How's the leg 'n' all?"

"A snowball fight may be a good thing right about now," Th'ero mutters around the rim of his mug of ale, eyes following the retreating forms of S'ai and Katrina and then setting again on Br'enn. Did he just give his permission and blessing? Yes, yes he did. "No, I hadn't. I was from Half Moon Bay prior to coming here. No snow there." Not much of… anything there if some rumours are to be believed on how hard hit that section of the planet was by the earthquakes. Th'ero chuckles dryly, "That it does. If things settle before the snows melt, perhaps we will have the chance for a winter festival of sorts as we usually do around Turnover." Yet he keeps his voice low as he doesn't want anyone overhearing and getting their hopes up. "Not surprising," he agrees and then quirks a brow. "I had wondered. I heard word that there'd been some weyrmatings of late. Well then… congratulations to you. Who's the lucky woman?" As for him? Th'ero smirks, "It's been a rough set of months. My leg is on the mend. Cast is gone but it's been weakened and will take careful exercises to bring it back to strength. At least I can move freely and can take some of the pressure off of D'ani's shoulders."

Br'enn's eyebrows hike amusedly at Th'ero's condoning of the snowball fight, and he nods emphatically. "That it would," he agrees. "And another winter festival would be a good time. Had fun with it last time 'round, bein' paired up with Rynn. It's her, by the way. My weyrmate." The last is said with a proprietary grin, another drink taken as he shifts a bit in his seat to find another comfortable position. And so Weyrleader and wingrider chat on for a while longer, content to discuss things other than necessities for a while. Sometimes…people simply need to catch up with one another.