~~*~~ 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.
Games Available: Darts Pool
People: N'drei

The weyrleader sits at the bar, two large mugs of ale to his side. But where normally the harpers are singing, or they are betting on the runners, or just talking amongst themselves. Seems that there has been a challenge and there is a large cirle around a table where R'oc sits. A single man at the chair across from him, the group behind him hollaring. "You are strong weyrleader but we wager our friend here is stronger." R'oc looks to the man and then he shakes his head. "Oh but he is not stronger…you're just drunker." The weyrleader laughs while the other large man eyes him. "Are you scared weyrleader…that you be shown up in your own weyr?" The knot on his shoulder belongs to Western.

Not normally too much on drinking, Wyn hasn't been at the bar too often, but tonight that's where she's headed. A dress swishes just above her knees and her hair is drawn up in a loose twist, the cold outside shaken away with her coat as she walks inside. The cheering, however, draws her attentention and she stops in mid-step to turn her head and blink, tilting a look at R'oc. She pivots on the balls of her feet and walks that direction, sidling up to one of the hecklers, "Oh no, Weyrleader R'oc fears nothing, he's the strongest bronzer in all of Pern," she chirps like a swoony teenager. Her eyes dance with wickedness, the strangers would have no way of knowing she's just egging them all on, but R'oc might, he knows her.

"Oh so then…a wager I think is in order…if you truly think that you can stand up to me?" The bronzer watches Wyn as she approaches and then when he hears her words he laughs. "Well looks at least like the pretty lady knows what she's talking about, better back out now." R'oc states, then he pulls off his vest and then flexes his arms for the ladies. "Take a look boys this is real power." He watches them, the man at the table turns and eyes Wyn while he sways a bit back and forth. "Hey hunny…look at this." He pulls off his shirt and begins to flex his muscles for the woman, the others cheer and roar for him. "Oh sit down…as you can she she wants a real man!"

Eyes like ebon gems sparkle in the tavern's low lights as Wyn tries to stifle a laugh at R'oc's antics then she's putting a hand to her chest in a dramatic reaction to his flexing. The glance flicks to the other man who is now bare chested and she fans herself a bit, "Oh my my.. who will you all put your bets upon?" she asks in a voice not like her own, it's one of those…damsel voices..and her lashes bat too. She glances from musclehead to musclehead then sighs, "But..you're both strong.. how will I know who is the /real/ man without some sort of contest?"

The broad flashy grin on his face as she works the crowd, the man looks over to the weyrleader with his last statement. 'Weyrleader I challenge you to a contest of pure strength, I challenge you to an arm wrestling match. Winner….gets the girl…buys drinks for the rest of the night." The bronzer watches and then laughs he looks around the bar and hollars. "So Fort, should I deny this man his challenge….or should I show him what Fort is made of?!" The bar roars towards the challengers and one even yells. 'Fort does not lose a contest of strenth to any weyr!' Which makes the other man smirk. 'Well Weyrleader?' R'oc laughs, eyes flicker to Wyn and then he says. "Lets not forget the dress….yes loser has to wear that dress." He points to the wall where a pink frilly dress is hanging, pink sparkles, and all. "Wear that the rest of the night."

N'drei blinks a little at the challenge, that whole 'gets the girl' part wasn't expected! She tries not to show her hesitation at all, nor ANY doubt in the Weyrleader's abilities. She smiles broadly and sashays closer to the table then stands at the head of it and holds up her hands, "Gentlmen.." and she glances to the pink dress, "Join right hands and place the other flat on the table, I will count you off.." and she lowers her hands to grasp those of the men as they prepare to arm wrassle. Yes, wrassle!

The other western rider's hand reaches out for the woman's hand, while the weyrleader's arm goes out to grasp Wyn's as well. "Then the challenge is set…and I'm feeling thirsty." The cocky laughs comes as the other man looks to the men around him hooting and hollaring for him to claim victory over the weyrleader. "Then on with it, I'll show you western boys what it means to be to be weyrleader. The lock hands and wait for the moment, both hands clasping tightly to one another. The arms of the two pulsing waiting for that moment, a small pull from each in anticipation.

N'drei inhales and smiles at both of the boys then leeeeeans down to the westerner, "On your mark.." and leeeeeans down to R'oc, "…Get set!" and then her hands fly up and she squeals, "Wrassle!" She releases the hands evenly and fairly then steps back to watch, idly swishing her skirt a bit, R'oc won't pay attention but she might distract that other guy!

Both men's arms suddenly begin to throw force at the other, and the westerner is by no means a push over. He wrestles and forces the weyrleader to try, the thick arms of R'oc shaking and veins pushing and bulging to the surface of his arm. "Oh come…..on….I'm not….even trying." The weyrleader grits his teeth, the other man watches and then looks over towards Wyn. 'Looks like you'll be going home with me tonight!' The man laughs and then has to return his gaze to the man across the table lest he really not pay attention and lose. The force of the men rocking the table, it squeeks grunts coming from both men. "Oh come on this is how they train you at Western." He says the other rider keeping the hands almost at a standstill, shaking violently.

N'drei claps and cheers with the other onlookers, trying not to look worried when R'oc doesn't just beat him suddenly. She blinks at the man and then smiles a bit vacantly, she'll save the 'we didn't say which girl' comment for later..if worse comes to worse. She swallows and watches the lack of give on the part of either man and her hands settle at her hips, "If we have a tie you go home together!" she chirps, that should get some action!

R'oc eyes the girl with a chuckle that gives way to his concentration a bit, the arm falls a bit giving way to the bronzer. 'Well weyrleader, I should have chased after Choth, if this is the competition.' Perhaps a mistake, the grin and the smile leaves his face. "Let me show you." The bronzer growls and then the arm stops shaking, the force of the other man is little felt now. He growls as the arm begins to pull up, giving more and more the westerner grunts but all in vain as slowly the hand is brought past the threashold, the weyrleader looks into the eyes of the man. "This is the strength of Fort!" He takes his fist and while the westerners howl and hoot, but all in vein as there is a thud of his arm falling to the table. The Fortian yell, cheers as a few bring down the dress that is hanging towards the westerner. "Well then….I've shown you Fort's strenth….you can show us westerns legs." He laughs.

N'drei probably holds her breath, her eyes are wide, her hands clasped at her chin. She squeaks out a little gasp when R'oc makes his move then her hands fly up in the air in victory as the clasped hands slam down on the table. "And the Weyrleader wins!" she quite nearly sings out, smiling broadly. Thankyouthankyouthankyou. That would be what her nod to R'oc says, since her momentary wickedness nearly bit off more than she could chew..or would want to! She laughs at the man's jest about Western legs and reaches to her skirt ti swish it, "Right, cause Fort's are already showing!"

R'oc stands and then nods to the westerner. "Well then as you can see Fort has better legs too." He laughs as Wyn shows off her legs. "Well then I guess drinks are on him boys….and gals!" He laughs as he looks back, the eyes go wide as he realizes he's paying for everyone's drink, not just the weyrleaders. R'oc stands up and moves with an arm around the greenrider. "Well Guess I get the prize." He laughs and moves towards the bar to get a drink. "What will you have my trophy." He chuckles.

Wyn laughs some and then sidles up to R'oc and exhales, "Thank Faranth you won!" she chirps at him. She walks to the bar with the bronzer then leans up against it, "Hmmmm.. trophy huh? I'll bet you have shelves and shelves of them.." and she looks to the tend, "Mead?" she asks. "Whatever fruit ya have.. apricot is my favorite.." and he nods, waiting to take R'oc's order too.

"Two meads, and a plate of fruit, and I'll have the regular!" There the bronzer watches the man pour four shots of Dragons and two Meads." The bronzer turns towards Wyn and smiles. "You actually thought I was going to lose? I was just puttion on a show for the people around there, there was so much excitement." He laughs and watches the girl with a flashy grin. "If I just beat him, he's never think of doing this again, thats the same thing I did last time when they came." He laughs.

N'drei chortles up at R'oc then looks back to the bronzer who's licking his wounds via taking teasing about putting on the dress, which he is still resisting! "Well he did look pretty strong.. I figured it'd be my luck.. the last time I did something impulsive it landed me a weyrmate..eventually.." and she laughs. "But, you won so I'm safe," and she takes her mead, sipping.

"Safe….from what?" The bronzer gives her a side glance look, he picks up two of the shots and throws them down his throat. There is no cough, there is nothing that moves him. "He was the one trying to save you….he was the better option…now your my prize." He smiles, giving her the yeah I'm serious look. "But now there is nothing you can do, your at my mercy." He grins and then takes the next two shots as the mead is brought overwith a plate of fruit. "Well now what should I have you do…should I put you on my mantle….." He teases.

N'drei watches him down those shots then she sips again, blinking up at him a little at his comment. "Save me from you?" then she chortles. "I think he had plans for me.." she says then snickers, "..nothing I can do huh?" She shifts on her feet then glances up at the bronzer, "I'm sure there's no room on your mantle for me.." and she winks.

"Oh your right you wouldn't fit up there….maybe I'll just keep you as a pet." He laughs and then hands her the mead before looking towards the westerner, who by now is being forced to wear the pink dress. "You know I'm much worse than you think….now I do have plenty of laundry to be done…oh my weyr could use some cleaning." He smiles handing her the drink. "Now what should I get you started on first."

"Wouldn't..fit? Are you saying I'm fat?" she asks, blinking at him. It's a joke though somewhere down deep, that post pregnancy feeling of OMG-I'm-Fat still lingers at times and she sorta glances down at herself. She glances to the dress-wearing westerner and starts to laugh but that stops at the mention of laundry and cleaning, "Really now.." she says, in disbelief, he can't be serious.

"Oh well seeing as I have the new prize…won fair and square." He laughs taking a drink of the mead and then he looks to the side where the harpers are at. But then he turns eyes going wide. "No I didn't say you were…" He gulps and then he says. "You are very nice looking not fat at all!!" Oh he knows what nice things to say…lest he be beaten to death by a small greenrider. "Music gentlement! Music!"

N'drei chortles at R'oc and takes a drink herself, watching him tapdance over his words and she cocks her head to the side all offended-like, drumming fingers on the bar. She grins at him then looks toward the tavern proper, "Yeah I hear ya.. but you're right.. your mantle's too full for another little prize.." she notes then cranes her head to watch for a harper to jump up and obey the musclehead bronzer.

And the harpers at that start the music up once more, it's a quick fun song to get everyone dancing. The man then laughs and then pushes away from the bar, he looks at her and smiles. "Well then….as my prize I'd like to take a dance." Oh yes the alcohol has started to get to him, the dancing is a clear sign. He reaches for her hand and then her waist and takes off dancing to the fast pace of the music. For a thick bulky figure he dances very well, moving and laughing along as he dances. "So how have you been?!" He says loudly as they dance around the tables and people that laugh at the fun.

N'drei cringes inwardly when the bronzer takes her hand and heads for the dance floor, which, just happens to be any part of the floor he's dancing upon. "Oh..shards.." she murmurs as she follows, laughing a little as they start to dance. "Well.. better.." she says with a smile, an earnest smile, all the way to her dark eyes. "I take Darius to the nannies when Pralius can be there and do my infirmary shifts then..they've been nice about working with me.." she explains. "Our talk helped.. I'm glad we're friends," she says to him.

"Of course, I'm glad too." The bronzer laughs. "Now if only you were a better dancer, then we would be perfect." There is a quick look at her, a teasing smile as he dances around with her. "Well that's great to hear, I'm glad your feeling better!" R'oc laughs moving along with the music. "So how is the little bundle of trouble?" The weyrleader asks, the dance moving fast enough to draw out a sweat, or could that be the the drinks?