Not Quite Cupid
Who Shugan, Q'll
What Boys being boys.
When Summer-Autumn, Turn 2711
Where Shenanigan's Lounge, Fort Weyr

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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.


Without one of those fancy (okay so they're not fancy, but whatever okay) white knots on his shoulder, Shugan is allowed to be up at all hours. So is the case tonight considering its precariously close to being called morning if one goes strictly by time, sitting at a table by himself towards the back. A bow and quiver have been hung on the back of his chair, idly drinking from a mug something undiscernable at present as he leans back in his chair watching the rest of the bar patrons. A girl across the way is having a very heated argument with the man seated at her table. Lots of hissing, finger pointing and 'baby please'. The hunter hides his grin behind his mug, one arm folded over his chest.

Shenanigan's is one of those places that occasionally attracts outside guests to taste its wares. And this evening, Xanadian rider Q'll is visiting with a gaggle of friends, the boys playing noisily at one of the pool tables against a team of local riders. They win. Q'll jumps up to celebrate, and then the team disperses - leaving the young bronzerider to strut cockily across the room, crowing about his victory. The bow and quiver catch his attention where they're hanging on the back of the chair, and, without so much as asking permission, he snatches up the former and hoists it upward, pulling back the string to shoot an imaginary arrow at one of his compatriots across the room.

The girl Shugan was watching slams her hands against the table, hissing something that must of been truly venomous considering the way the guy across from her pales before she literally huffs and storms off. The hunter blinks, trying oh so very hard to disguise the way his shoulders bob up and down as he chuckles quietly to himself. "Ahh…breeders." he breathes, eyes soon redirected over to the hooting and hollering going on by the pool table. There's a pool table? Shu's brows shoot upwards, sipping his beverage again. It would be rather difficult to miss Q'll, what with all that cocky strutting and such. Though he does seem very surprised when his bow is plucked up and used to mockingly shoot at people across the bar. A bow that is beautifully crafted from a piece of rare hardwood rarely seen anymore, with an intricate pattern carved into its entirety. It was a VERY good bow, and probably worth more than its weight in marks. "Usually polite to be asking before yah touch another man's weapon." he says, though considering that Cheshire grin of his and the soft laughter that follows, he's probably only kidding.

"Don'tchoo worry," Q'll slurs, leaning down over Shugan's chair and holding out the bow for him - just out of the hunter's reach, "your weapon's clearly still in your pants. KA-CHING." He laughs at his own joke, then tosses his curls out of his eyes and starts mock-shooting arrows at other folks, too. Including that stroppy girl who's just flounced her way outta there. "Flaming Faranthballs, the fuck's up with all the girls in here tonight?" For good measure, he turns around to shoot an arrow at Shugan too. It's clear from how he handles the bow that he doesn't really know what he's doing. "Tried hitting on that one earlier. Or was it that other one? Got turned down, anyhow. As if bronze means nothing nowadays."

Arching a brow, Shugan watches the clearly enibriated bronzerider, eyes flickering to his knot and then back up to his face. He nearly chokes on his drink when Q'll starts to discuss the contents of his pants, but its laughter that soon follows. Not overly loud, or overdone, but genuinely amused. "Ah suppose yah got meh there," he conceeds, his smile only having widened at this point, even as the Xanadu rider teases him with holding the bow out. Shu just smiles and says nothing, and sure enough the guy is back to play shooting all the girls in the entire establishment. "Hmmm, Ah don't know mahself. Then again, never been interested in women, or what they find acceptable in a partner." When he's 'shot', the hunter levels his eyes to his, most of his face obscured by the wooden mug. "Ah only bed men." Yep, the Shu is blunt. "Hmm, Ah don't think bronze means anymore than any other color when it comes to taking someone home." With that he reaches out and plucks the bow right out of his drunken mitt, all smiles and whatnot. "Why thank yah sir, might kind to return what's mine."

Q'll has his toy taken away from him, and his plump lips form a pout. "Dude. Coulda let me shoot a couple more, man. Buzzkill." He rolls his brown eyes, and brushes his mop of dark curls back from his forehead. "You've clearly never been a bronzerider." Q'll puffs up his chest, cants his head proudly, and looks down his nose at Shugan. It's an act. He's good at it. "There's always some starry-eyed Holder girl, new to the Weyr, thinks us bronzers are the shit and can't help but swoon when we give them a -" he clicks his tongue twice in his cheek, pointing finger-guns at no-one in particular. "It's all down to the knot, man. And also, 'wanna ride on my dragon? He's huge,' is the best pick-up line… if you've got the goods to back it up, of course." Clearly, Q'll thinks he has.

"Hmmhmm…not what Ah've been called before, but…" Shugan looks the bronzerider over again, letting out of soft sigh before he sets his mug down, dropping his chin into the curl of one palm. His body language very sarcastically say 'Yes please, tell me all about your trouble with women handsome stranger man' but his smile and eyesparkle remain amused and interested. "Yer right, I ain't never been a rider. Been making the rounds of them though, this weyr is quite accomidating." If he had to hear about Q'll's conquests and methods than by Faranth he was going to have to deal with him talking about his own. Brows lift again at the dirty talk and mouth sounds, and eventually it all boils down to the hunter laughing as he places his bow down where it would be hard to get at again without literally crawling under the table. "And do you?" he asks, lids lowering as if they were suddenly heavy. "Have the goods?" Was he flirting with the very straight bronzerider from Xanadu? Yes, yes he was and why the hell not. It didn't make it any less fun.

"I only ride the biggest bronze in Xanadu," Q'll says with a smug shrug. "It's a pulling point. Trust me. And Qhynn's no compensation for anything either, let me tell you." He flashes an award-winning smile, dimples and all, and waggles his brows at Shugan. "You shoulda been in Xanadu when Meirath rose. Fuck — haha, literally. You would've got yourself through a good few riders then, let me tell you. Everyone was shagging everyone, and… I didn't even get your name, man, and here I am spouting off about sex." The sudden change in conversation is accompanied by Q'll grabbing himself a seat - except he doesn't sit on it normally. He sits on the back of it, feet on the seat, so he can lean down and look at Shugan. "Could keep calling you Buzzkill, of course, but maybe you're really called something even better?"

Shugan's grin is unwavering, even if the mood behind it seems to shift and change depending on the words being exchanged, "Is that right?" he asks, becomming more and more amused by the second as brown eyes drift southward. Oh, they linger, pointedly so before letting out a soft sigh and allowing his gaze to drift back upwards to fluffy curly head there. That smile. Those dimples. A waggle of brows. Anoher sigh, "Ah don't have no trouble getting what Ah need, don't yah worry that pretty head of yers none." He might not have a big bronze dragon to brag about, but the boy clearly didn't think he needed one to get him laid. "It's Shugan. Most call meh Shu, Shug or Shuggie. Don't matter to meh which." A chair is grabbed and Q'll is leaning down and looking at him, to which the hunter merely looks up, smile plasted onto his face. "If Ah thought for a second Ah could, we'd be having an entirely diffrent conversation where names dun much matter." Now he was just smirking, and not caring how uncomfortable all of him made all of the bronzerider. "Ah suppose yah have a name to go with all that you're offering to the ladies?"

Is Q'll uncomfortable? Not in the slightest. The bronzerider looks amused, brows raised up beneath his curly forelock and he smirks when Shugan suggests other topics of conversation. Q'll's a hot-blooded man-boy, he knows what that means. "You wanna talk your way into my weyr, Shuggie? Go ahead. Try to it. I got aaaall night, and rumour has it there's a gold gonna be rising here soon - so maybe I'll bunk out and be looking for a bed-warmer if Qhynn doesn't win her over." He holds out his hand - it's work-roughened, and not only are there burn scars on them, but his fingertips are soot-stained - for the hunter to shake. "Quill. Qhynnveslacth's rider, from Xanadu by way of Igen."

"Would there be much point?" Shugan asks, followed by more of that soft laughter. "Ah could waste mah time trying to lure yah into bed, or Ah could go hunt down a sure thing." Brows lift though, "Yah mean Thys? Ah don't think yah'd be having much trouble before the flight if yah didn't want to wait…at least from what Ah saw the other day was read correct. Ah think the only reason Ah wasn't dragged off, was cause even as proddy as that one was, Ah can't hide the fact Ah'm a bit younger than her." Did he just give Q'll not only an out but the biggest tip of his life? You betcha. "Course Ah'm a sure thing too, but Ah'm guessing yah'd prefer her." The offered hand is offered, considered, and then shaken. His hands were perhaps not as rough or as large as the bronzerider's but they'd seen their fair share of work. He doesn't linger on it though, politely removing his hand from his after the approriate amount of time had passed. "Ah also don't think yah'll be looking mah way anytime soon, flight or no flight." There's another laugh for that, and surprisingly no sign of disappointment.

Q'll shrugs. "A bedmate's a bedmate when there's a flight, but you're not wrong - you're not my type. I like blondes." He grins cheekily, and hops down from the chair, rubbing his butt once he's standing. Perhaps it went numb from sitting up on there? "I like Fort. I know of Thys. I know Rhenesath's one of the easier golds to catch. Reckon I may be in with a good chance." Not that he's been doing his homework, or anything. "I'd heard she hangs out in here, but I've not seen her. Thys, that is. Not Rhenesath. Doubt she'd fit." He shrugs his shoulders to loosen them up, then parks his tush on the seat properly, this time. "You only sleep with guys, then? Don't fancy opening the playing field to up your chances?"

Shugan laughs quite fully at the suggestion that hair color had anything to do with anything, "So that's the problem." There didn't seem to be a serious bone in this kid's body, but considering his every muscle was completely relaxed and he hasn't shown the least bit of irritation at being turned down repeatedly, it might be surmised that he was still having a good time even if he wasn't going to be leading Q'll off somewhere secret. "Again, looking the way yah do Ah don't think there's going to be a shortage of holder girls more than willing to ride yer huge dragon." Snerk. Snork. And then he just stiffles his laughter against his hand, needing a minute here to collect himself. He laughs, laughs and laughs. At least he's quiet about it, soon wiping tears from his eyes. "Ah hope to Faranth yah don't actually use that line seriously." It was too much, but he takes a few breaths and goes back to grinning away and resting his chin in his hand. He does blink and then he's snickering, "Ah don't think yah'l have much luck tonight. Rumor has three riders came out her weyr last night, seen canoodling with another at breakfast. Something tells meh, she might be a bit…sore." He's ignoring all the tush action, keeping his interest mild at best. "That's right, and no. Unless Ah go impressing a dragon, Ah don't think Ah can trust something that bleeds for sevendays and doesn't die." Totally serious, and he picks up his forgotten drink. Delicious.

Q'll looks at Shugan with one brow raised, surprised. "You don't mince your words, kid, do you?" He ruffles his curls up with one hand, slouching back in the chair and raising his hand to draw the attention of a serving girl. Shugan is asked if he wants another, while Q'll places an order for something called a 'Tunnelsnake Bite'. There's a bit of flirting between him and the girl before she heads off to fulfil the order, and Q'll doesn't try to hide that he's watching her tush as she leaves. "So where'd you come from, Shuggie? That's no Fortian accent you've got, if I know Fort at all. Which I don't, really. I'm Igen-raised."

"Mah policy is always be honest, even brutally, spent enough precious time not being." Shugan confides, passing up the offer of an additional drink and paying no mind at all to the flirting and tush watching. He was apparently much more interested in leaning back in his chair and letting himself spend some quality time with that mug to his face. "Ah was born in a cothold some miles north of here. Ain't take to kindly mah sort, only just turned a blind eye on account of mah skills as a hunter, but there'd been pressure on Mama and Daddy as of late to chase meh out. They was considering taking mahself and mah brothers and sisters elsewhere, but Ah wasn't having it. Family is important, and they's got roots put down and all. With meh gone they can stay planted firm." Cothold bumpkin, yes. However, despite that accent and his way with words there was an undeniable intellgence behind those twinkling klah brown eyes.

"Uh-huh, family and things are weird, but it's good yours've got your back." Q'll's Tunnelsnake Bite arrives, and he tips the waitress generously, catching her arm so he can get her to lean while he whispers in her ear. She nods, giggles, and disappears again into the crowd. "Now that is my type," the bronzerider says, watching the girl - notably not a blonde, given than she's got a shock of inky black hair - until he can't see her any more. "And she's gonna be waiting for me in a ground weyr in half an hour. Which means…" He taps the side of his glass, then raises it to take a long draught - almost half of it's down the hatch before he reemerges and breathes in a deep breath. "Sorry buddy, but I'm not taking you home tonight."

Shugan simply smiles, going back to his drink perhaps having said all he needed to. He's still tipping it back when there is beverage arrival, murmurs, and lift off. If Q'll thinks that the hunter missed that young lady's distinct lack of blond hair, he is sorely mistaken. However, he doesn't say a word. "Ah'm thinking female is yer type." he laughs, Cheshire grin in place. And ohh, what is this. Just walking in the door there is a very tall drink of water. All sunkissed skin and golden eyed, which scan and land on Shugan. "Mah ride is here." Smirk. Yes, he means that sort of ride. J'en tips his chin upwards and lowers his lashes, making the boy gather up his belongings quite quickly. Everythng in hand, Shugan pauses beside Q'll to lay a hand on his shoulder, leaning in to murmur against his ear before patting him buddy to buddy before scooting off towards the icy bronzerider. "Say J'en, how big is yer bronze anyway?" he grins, sending a look back towards the man he'd left but the Half Moon Bay rider just snorts and pops the door open. "Ain't got time for yer shit, Shu. Let's go." And so away he goes, with J'en close behind. Heh heh heh.


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