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[Brynjar]

Zi'da 66th, arc 716

He sat in the loud and busy tavern, his eyes flickering around. He watched the busy people laughing and drinking, they all seemed to be enjoying themselves. The alcohol appeared to make everyone confident, men were stumbling into woman and speaking to them like they had been friends for years. Occasionally pairs would leave who had not arrived together, and Bryn could imagine why. He had experienced many a one night stand himself in the past, but those days were starting to be left for his younfer years. His heart now ached for something more, something of substance and meaning.

He leaned back in his chair and took a large gulp of his Ale. He felt comfortable in his corner observing the goings on around him, it had been a few arcs since he really took some time for himself. The people here, however, did not brawl anywhere near as much as the men had back in Uthaldria. Yet, he still quite enjoyed the lack of brawling, it gave him chance to actually enjoy his drink. The ale was strong and quite to Bryn's taste, the bite kept him awake.

His eyes scanned the area, he thought about approaching a woman. Maybe he could find some comfort for the night, or maybe something more. Yet, his fear of messing up with his thickly accented and broken common, it was something that took his confidence away. He took his cup to his mouth and drank the last large gulp of his ale, he looked down to the bottom of the empty cup in disappointed. Time to go and spend some more hard earned Nel on the ale. He pushed himself to his feet and headed over to the bar.

He leaned against the bar and waited for the Bartender to approach him and ask his drink. He smiled at the man as he came and held forward his cup. "Euharien Ale please." He said his accent thick and harsh, he wondered whether all Lotharro had accents like this. The man took his cup and filled it placing out his hand to receive the Nel on return. Bryn nodded and dropped the coins into the man's hand. He turned his head and looked at the man who stood beside him. He nodded his head at the man, "Evening." He said before taking a gulp of ale.

[Patrick]

Men were simple creatures, their needs only basic when it came to living. Food, drink, and of course shags; all part of a healthy diet for those who worked hard. At the end of the day one merely needed to drink all their coin away, and then finally take home a warm body for the late evening. Patrick of course was no different from this, as he too was but a simplistic man to follow. Sure he had wicked vices about him, but that's what made time between the sheets fun.

And with his companion Alistair that just made things even more fun, as not long ago Patrick finished one such festive romp. He'd met a rather interesting gal earlier that looked easy on the eyes, pretty rose lips that matched the red shades of her dress. Her brown hair once knotted in a bun but now a loosened nest, she and Patrick both found themselves out the door shortly afterwards. Mostly because after his raunchy scheme with the lady and sharing himself with Alistair, all at the same time, he very much needed a good stiff drink to feel better about himself.

Thus while he left out the door to their room he gave a wink to his partner, who remained behind to rest a while, just before the drunk closed the door and tightened the strap of his belt. Already the woman had left them behind though her perfume remained on him still, the smell of honey suckle now a charming reminder of what had just occurred. When he came out of the hall and into the room, he wasted no time in his approach to the bar nearby. Naturally the place had been packed with customers, all who sought warmth and spirits in this wintry wonderland they were in.

"One tankard o' cider mate." He raised a finger along with the request, and the barkeep nodded with a turn to serve up his order. With the tankard placed before him Patrick placed two silvers in the barkeep's palm, and then eagerly took a vigorous gulp from the mug. "Evenin'." He reciprocated towards the man with a nod, a soft chuckle made as he eased himself onto the bar stool nearby. "Quite a night for drinkin' wouldn't ya say?" He remarked with a glance towards the room, more or less to strike conversation with the man next to him.

[Brynjar]

The man beside him was relatively tall although when stood up Straight Bryn would look down a little to see into his eyes. He looked strong and held himself with confidence, he certainly seemed like a man who knew what he wanted. He replied to his greeting and asked him a question, longer than Bryn was used to hearing, but he managed to decipher the general meaning. "Yes, it is." He said as he turned around and placed his elbows on the bar. The tavern was wild, it was like like an animals watering hole. "I Brynjar, or Bryn short." He took a large gulp of his ale as he looked back over to the man beside him. "Here to good night!" He said raising his cup again and taking another gulp.

"So, who be you?" He asked lowering himself down onto another bar stool. The hard wood and small wooden top was not comfortable for the large man, but he would cope and just perch on the edge. He scratched his beard, the hair was smooth and wavy. His fingers caught on a knot and gently worked their way through it as he considered what he could talk to his new acquaintance about. He noticed the man also appeared to be alone, he could see nobody watching him or beckoning him over and he had sat down alone.

"You here by self?" He decided to clarify the situation rather than make assumptions. He continued to run his fingers through his beard working through more knots as he found them. A strange smell seemed to linger on the man, it was something certainly not masculine, a sent he could only see on a woman by choice. A smile crept onto his face as he thought about the times those smells had attached themselves to him. Oh how his past had been more interesting, parts of him longed for the excitement of the drinking and the nights with strange and foreign women. He was, however, conflicted as parts of him also wanted to settle down. He wondered how he was supposed to deal with the want to settle down as well as the want for a wild and fun lifestyle.

He brushed the thoughts aside, they were for another time. Now was the time to drink and let your sorrows be lost in the bottom of a glass. "You smell like woman, you have partner or is more random?'" He asked prying for more information about the man by his side. He was already almost out of his second drink, he should probably pace himself, not only for his sober state but for his poor wallet.

[Patrick]

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Wow. Did NOT mean to lose track of this thread, regardless of recent activity in RL and whatnot. Anyways I'll be sure to keep better watch on this, so you don't have to worry about lengthy wait in response times.

When he looked upon the big burly man that sat beside him, Patrick took the casual demeanor in stride as they conversed. He had to no doubt be one of the Lotharro that roamed around, after all the drunk had encountered his share of them even before the voyage to Ne'haer. With the introduction made that demonstrated just how strongly deep of a voice the man had, Patrick realized quickly that the Common Tongue wasn't Bryn's native language to be sure. There definitely existed a tangible period of observation between the two, while the giant next to him definitely wasn't afraid to make points; most commonly out of the obvious.

"Patrick's the name I go by, feel free t' butcher that as much as it pleases ya." He jested as he simply drank from the tankard, the sweet sappy flavor of apple cider trailed down his throat in quieter gulps. Patrick may have definitely paled in comparison to the giant before him on some things, but he certainly wasn't going to let that wreck his vibe. When it came down to such matters, he hadn't any real reason to worry about impressing such a being. "Nah, got me a partner who's restin' up. Likely doin' a bit o' readin' before callin' it a night." He reasoned with an amused grin to the statement, the idea sounded likely given that's sort of what Alistair liked to do.

"Oh ya noticed?" Pat's expression finally changed into one of wonder briefly, as he failed to check or even realize her fragrance was so strong. Indeed it had been very... aromatic when he'd courted her earlier, intrigued her well enough to bring her back into his room. The fact she was even interested in the idea of seeing two men together played its part well, as Patrick would've likely found it more of a challenge without that to stir her curiosity. "Aye I brought someone random back wit' me, my partner's a lil' more focused on us than me; doesn't mean he's not up for a lil' fun of course."

Patrick always liked a game changer naturally, and while Alistair definitely seemed more focused on Pat; their partner didn't mind the fun in their company. Indeed she was a sweet thing that made the night all the more fun, if not a handful when she finally decided to join the two. "Trick is t' pique their interest, make them wonder 'bout things. Ya know?" He posed as a friendly tip towards Brynjolf, with another gulp of his cider to follow afterwards of course. Naturally the drunkard couldn't help but look around, rather out of habit than interest, to see if any other prospective conquests might've entered. Not that he felt the need for another of course...

He just enjoyed the perspective of imagination and likely the chase that would follow, seeing as how some faces were frequently found here in the Golden Flask. "What 'bout you?" He finally gave in and asked while he searched. "Anybody worth bundlin' up t' when ya crawl int' bed later?" Pat still seemed more focused on scoping out another challenge, someone he could probably entertain another night.

[Brynjar]

"Good nose, fresh air do that, make smell better." He said as he took a big gulp of his ale. It was quite bitter and certainly not something to drink if you wanted something sweet. Brynjar did not drink with the aim of a nice taste, he drank for the sake of forgetting his troubles and enjoying the night. When he looked at Patrick beside him, he was sure the man was of a similar belief. He had apparently just come out of some fun, as was evident from the smell. Ti also noted that he seemed rather smug, probably a side affect of his earlier conquest. Unless the man was just always like this, Bryn had met a few people in his life who had a constant smug or chuffed expression.

What gave away that this man liked some fun was the interesting fact that he had just laid with two others. A time he was sure had been good. Two women was something he had considered, even tried at one point, but never succeeded keeping the interest of two women was a hard task. But his thoughts trailed off as he realised it was a man, now he was not one to judge, many Lotharro were Bisexual after all. He had just never seen the attraction, something about the woman form was so right to him, holding a man in that way would not be right for him. He had no problem with it though and so said nothing, attempting to keep his surprise at the fact under a straight facial expression.

"I not able, I try but keeping two wanting hard." He said clasping the other mans shoulder in a friendly way. "You impress, Patreek." He was sure he had said something wrong there with the name. Yet what harm could it do, the man had given his permission. He laughed and raised his mug in salutation to the man and drank down till none was left in the glass. "What you drink man, I have some too." He said turning to face the bar keep and pointed at Patrick's drink. In return for some more of Bryn's coin he passed the man a tankard.

Bryn looked around the room, curious like the man next to him about what there was in terms of women. Although he had decided he wanted something more from his relationships, the idea of another's flesh on a cold night like this was very appealing. He quite liked petite women, it must appear odd for someone his size to be with a 4'11" girl by his side. That happened to be the shortest woman he had been with in his life thus far, and he had to admit it was certainly an interesting sight to see. "They too tall." Bryn said dismissively of the women in the room. "I like em small, light and easy to hold." He said with a chuckle. He wasn't sure why her liked it really, maybe it was because he could lift them around and do all kinds of weird and wonderful things, or maybe it was something he had no real reason for, he didn't know. He took a big swig of the sweet apple cider.

[Patrick]

Upon the remark of having a good nose thanks to fresh air, Patrick smirked at the giant next to him as he had a brief thought. Rather an impulse he couldn't help but indulge, as he relieved himself of a silent but not so subtle fart afterwards. Fates be damned if Brynjar wasn't kidding, otherwise his nose was in for the worst smell of his life. Not so fresh then was it. The mischievous thought nearly led him to chuckle, had he lacked the capacity to casually drink it down then surely the Lotharro would've known something was up.

To hear the man compliment Patrick, or rather 'Patreek' which ironically fitted with the situation, about his ability to entertain multiple people as though it were something difficult. Then again there was a time Pat did find it a learning experience, nothing necessarily awkward to say the least; but it definitely kept him on his toes when he first started such madness. Now of course it was almost as practical as the choice of lifestyle he lived now, granted he spent much of his time being an 'entertainer' for those with sensual needs. Regardless the drunk reveled in the compliment, almost rather proud that somebody acknowledged such a thing for talent.

"Cider, keeps yer throat wet and yer gut bubbly." He remarked with an elbow brush to nudge against Bryn's arm, shortly afterwards the giant had been keen to order one for himself. Nothing was ever better than a nice warm tankard of cider, at least that's how Patrick liked to see things. Afterwards with the remark of the fair game being too tall, for Bryn's standards, Patrick himself snorted and couldn't help but laugh just a little.

"Too tall mate? Trust me at their height, they're as tall as they come." He mused as he turned to face the room, while his back somewhat rested against the bar. "Hello." He muttered as he caught sight of a group of women at a table, the lot of them likely out for a night of fun after a hard days work; who wasn't at this time of day of course. There were a couple of blondes, a black headed, and then a red headed all kept to themselves, their attention to others in the room somewhat minimal save for the rare glance. Patrick already had eyes for one he wanted to meet, the one with the fiery red locks as she seemed more invigorating.

She definitely was the one that smile a lot out of the group, able to giggle quite a bit as they carried out jokes only known to them. "Mm. Now there's a fine lass." He admitted with a wry smirk shot to Bryn. "Not too big, definitely not too small. Knows how t' keep a man's interest too, if ya look closely that is." Upon his observation he subtly nudged his head toward the ladies, the ginger's eyes only briefly gazed towards the both of them as she quickly diverted them. "Damn she's good. I'll not be forgettin' that face anytime soon." Patrick mused as he finally turned back around to drink from his mug once more, the mug now finally empty of the cider he'd been drinking earlier.

[Brynjar]

Brynjar nose was slowly but surely filled with a foul smell. He looked at the man beside him, part of him curious if such a smell could have come from a human. It smelt more like something one of his cows would produce, nevermind a man. Instead of suffering through the smell for longer he took a big gulp of his cider, allowing the scent of the sweet drink to overwhelm his senses. It was certainly better than have his nose in that tankard than out with that smell about. He waited a few moments before he thought it safe enough to remove his nose. He was thankful for the smell had passed on now, all that remained was the occasional whiff.

He followed the man as he turned and looked around the room himself. They were all tall around here, but then again maybe he was just being picky when there was no need to be. He held out his hand at around 4’11” in the air, accompanying the motion with his words. “This tall, she smallest ever had and she be gooden. Since I struggle with taller type.” He took another gulp of the cider, the sweet liquid trickling through his mouth and down his gullet. It was certainly a good drink, he was glad he had asked the man what he was drinking.

Bryn traced Patrick's eyes and located the source or his distract, a small cluster of women sat over in one corner of the place. They seemed to be enjoying themselves and they were certainly attractive. Bryn himself found his eyes drifting over to the black haired girl, closest to the brunettes that he was mostly attracted too and not blonde, never blonde. He had never been attracted to blonde women, maybe it was because he was blond himself. He smiled at his new buddy and clasped him on the shoulder.

“You right man, let go.” He said as he basically lifted the man from his seat and started to walk towards the table. “You no forget face when you put word and maybe body tu it.” He laughed at his own words, his mindset changed from earlier. It had been a while and he amy have been looking for more, but it was cold out and what harm could come of trying his luck. He also would be in need of Patrick’s assistance, his speech would probably mask the fact that Bryn sounded like a fool when he spoke. He could only hope that his thick exotic Hatunga accent was attractive to them.

He would either force the man over in a friendly manner or let him come willingly, although he seemed like a fun lad there was little doubt he would follow with ease. They arrived at the table either way and the girls turned to face them, their eyes examining the fine specimens of men that stood before them. “Evening Lady.” He said nodding his head towards them almost bowing a little. “You look all good here night.” He completely messed up that sentence and looked casually towards Patrick for assistance, hoping he could salvage the opening.

[Patrick]

Patrick couldn't help but snicker a little after his little fast pull on the man, and with the choppy story of how Bryn liked his women to be sure, the Hound himself could only shrug with a grin to spare. To each their own was how it goes; was it not? Suddenly it seemed his drinking companion had changed his mind, and found an interest in the group of ladies nearby. Oh boy this is gonna be fun. The Hound considered to himself privately as he went along, with cider in hand, to the table that Bryn happened to walk up towards.

Patrick naturally kept himself relaxed and laid back when he approached, more or less partially interested in the group when Bryn greeted the lot. Needless to say his attempt at common gave them a good short laugh, one that Pat joined in on before he finally cut in for the recovery. "What my charming, if not foreign, friend here is sayin that y' lot appear t' be havin' fun tonight. Celebratin' somethin' together are ya?"

"Maybe." The leader of the group responded with a flip of her red hair, Patrick specifically found himself more engaged with her. Of course she and the others were fair game, and while Pat would've loved to talk them all into a bit of fun, he felt even more devious and thought to turn the tables around a bit. "Who's your friend? You both sound like foreigners to me."

"Bryn? He's a helluva guy, loves t' drink and have fun." Patrick enthused with a pat on the giant's shoulder. "Lemme tell ya, the guy knows how t' party too. Can almost out drink me any day!" Naturally Pat would've been inclined to see that happen first, rather than just flat out assume such a thing were possible with no challenge. Of course it was all dedicated to a good purpose, as Pat wanted to see the man walk out with at least three of these women in his arms tonight. He would definitely see that it happened, or he wasn't a man capable of working as a whore period.

"Well seems you two have got plenty to drink?" The darker toned woman teased with a glint in her eye, no doubt a poke for fun at the two men who wandered into this pack of... well for lack of a better word; bitches. Indeed if Pat came here alone, he would've even had is work cut out for him with this lot. With Brynjar here however there needn't be any worries about being talked down and have his masculinity beaten, not when he could use his partner to further intrigue the women here that had already eyed the man.

"Psh, no where near enough love. Thought about doin' another round t' prove him otherwise, but then he saw ye lot come inside and just had t' say hello!" He jested with a elbow nudge into the man's side. "Besides can't have ye ladies drinkin' alone, not without havin' a proper celebration at least."

[Pash Raj'oriq]

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Collecting points from an old thread, I see. I feel like this kind of sums up Patrick’s approach to strangers: "Anybody worth bundlin' up t' when ya crawl int' bed later?" LOL. Such a good wingman, you are … among other things. Rawr. Thanks for being entertaining; it’s always a giggle to read your threads.

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