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Post by gone-astrayy on Jul 24, 2016 22:10:33 GMT -6
Evalynn | Blacksmith
Location: Gameland Casino
While Evalynn was normally a hard worker, at least when it came to her blacksmith work, today she decided to blow everything off and have a little midday... celebration. The Blacksmith had just finished a rather intricate piece for one of her customers, and as such, she decided to close up shop, and indulge in a drink or two. However, those one or two drinks turned into three or four, which than turned into half a dozen. Needless to say, Evalynn was well on her way to being drunk. Leaving her house, she trotted down the streets with a lazy, loose gait, her destination in mind. The painted mare decided to pay her friend a little visit. Ragnarok, fellow Aodhian, was the owner of the Casino, who also liked to indulge in drinks, and she knew he always had some, and would never say no to a little day drinking.
As the casino came into view, Evalynn picked up her pace slightly, only slightly swaying as she entered the noisey building. Cheers, racocous laughter, and general merriment could be heard as soon as one entered. Evalynn trotted between tables, ignoring the horses who were playing various games. She had one horse on her drunken mind, and by Ignacio, she was going to find him. The painted mare trotted between the table leisurely, knowing she'd find Ragnarok sooner or later if she kept moving, and not too long, she was proved right. The dark pelted stallion slid into view, with his alarmingly bright mane. Happy to have found her target, Evalynn called out to her friend in greeting.
Because she was drunk, and loved to mess around with Rag, she seductively slid up to him and batted her eyelashes, knowing full-well that he'd see through her general dumbassery. As Evalynn bumped into his side, she looked up to him with a smirk.
"Hey there, Sexy. Ho-" however, her question would be lost to them forever, as she tripped over herself and landed in a heap beside her dark-coated friend.
"Oww..." Evalynn mumbled almost silently.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2016 0:57:48 GMT -6
Ragnarok | Aodh Commoner
Despite the commotion in the casino that day, the large black stallion was still somehow bored. He leaned against the tall bar table, his shoulder digging into the wearing wood and hooves crossed before him as he threw his whole weight into the bar. He sipped slowly at a small straw, stirring the alcoholic beverage before him every now and then and muttering a huff every time the bartender tried to talk to him.
He was so bored.
Before him, players cheered and jumped about as they won a game of poker. Others slammed cards and drinks on the table in defeat. On a normal day, the large stallion would straighten his posture, plaster a fake grin on his features, and waltz right over with his best reassuring voice to convince them to play another round, saying “maybe the next time is your lucky shot!” Theyd share a laugh, and the players would try again.
But today was not a normal day.
He was irritable, bored, and a little exhausted from staying up too late with paper work.
Another sigh left his lips, and just when he was about to retire back to his room for a break, the front doors swung open. Light poured into the dimmly lit casino, causing the stallion to squint against the light and glare at whoever it was who was stumbling in. His gaze softened slightly at the sight of a pale coat and a stumbling form- his good friend Evalynn.. or, at least the closest the brute could get to having a friend.
He opened his mouth to speak when she approached him, but found himself jumping back and nearly spilling his own drink when the draft mare fell before him. His brow quirked as he stared down at her, waiting to make sure she was still alive after such a stumble. His muzzle twitched at the new smell of alcohol in the air, followed by a smirk playing across his lips.
“Evalynn..” He spoke calmly, dropping his head down so that his eyes were aligned with hers and clicking his tongue in mock shame. “Have you been drinking? And so early in the day?”
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Post by gone-astrayy on Jul 25, 2016 3:10:50 GMT -6
Evalynn | Blacksmith
As Evalynn slowly shook her head, and raised up slightly, she found herself suddenly level with Ragnarok's face. Realizing that he had lowered his head, Evalynn let out an amused snort and tweaked an eyebrow at him. Pulling her legs beneath her once more, the painted draft pushed herself up off the floor, and smirked at her friend once again.
"Drinking? Don't you know it's rude to ask that of a lady?" she put on a faux-snooty voice as she said that, but soon dissolved into giggles at his inevitably amused expression. Everyone who knew Evalynn, knew that "lady-like" would be one of the very last things that one would call the mare. Hell, her hooves were almost always chipped from her work in the forge, her coat was covered in dust and soot, and she was pretty sure parts of her forelock were singed from the fires, not that she cared about any of that.
"For your information, I have indeed been drinking, sir. But not nearly enough. Care to join me as I raid your stash, boss?" Evalynn than leaned over, and with more poise than she had shown earlier, locked her lips around the straw of his drink and stole a sip. Leaving just enough for him to down the rest, she turned and made her way towards the back, where she knew Rag's private rooms were.
"Coming, sweetcheeks?" Evalynn called over her shoulder waiting for her friend to catch up to her. The Blacksmith planned on getting thoroughly smashed this afternoon, and definitely planned on making sure Ragnarok ended up with the same fate. As she headed towards the back, she reminded herself that drinks were on her the next time they planned- or didn't plan- on drinking. The pair usually ended up sharing their alcohol supplies with each other so much, it didn't really matter, but it was only polite.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2016 23:29:22 GMT -6
Ragnarok | Aodh Commoner
The stallion took a small step back as the mare brought herself back up to her hooves, a smirk playing across his lips as he took another small sip of his drink. His brow rose at her comment and he chuckled softly. "Mmmhm.." He hummed with a large roll of his eyes. If he new anything, his friend was further away from being a lady than he was. "You sure dont drink like one." He scoffed. He could practically smell the soot and singe on her coat.
His ears flattened as she snagged his drink right from under his nose, sucking down the cool alcohol in one gulp quicker than he could stop her. As she pranced away, he glanced back into the shimmering glass to find the bottom barely laced with his sweet drink. A small grumble left his lips as he quickly took a swig to clear it and then took on a trot after her. His lips pressed tightly together as he came up beside her, his ratty tail swishing against her side as they made their way to his back room.. to his statsh. "I really shouldnt during work." He said with a low tone, as if he was ashamed that he was skipping out on work to share a few.. or a lot.. of drinks with the painted mare. He usually would have no trouble with it after closing hours, but now? When he could be making money?
He gritted his teeth together.
One or two wouldnt hurt..
They made it back to his "beer room" as he liked to call it, and he pushed the heavy door open. Rows upon rows of all sorts of alcohols were arranged in alphabetical order of multiple shelves. Dust littered the floor, but not a single piece of dirt touched the polished glasses. The dark stallion allowed a smirk to play across his lips as he turned to the mare and pressed his lips close to her ear and breathed,
"Bon appetit.."
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Post by gone-astrayy on Aug 10, 2016 18:53:45 GMT -6
Evalynn | Blacksmith
Evalynn snorted as she walked away, rolling her eyes at his comment. "Like work has stopped you before. Besides, I found you drinking just now, so obviously you've got time to have a few with you pal..." she craned her neck to look behind herself, her eyes making contact with his as she called him boss. A lazy smirk slid across her face as she turned back, and strode, albeit a little unstably, into the back rooms.
She stopped as she got into the rows of liquor, waiting for him to catch up. She stared at all the bottles as she waited, surveying which were her favorite, and which were his, and specifically which ones got Rags drunk the quickest.
Her musings were cut short, however, when he stepped up beside her, his lips pressing dangerously close to her ear as he whispered "Bon appetit". An unwilling shudder slid across her, her eyes half lidded as she looked back at him. "Whatever you say, Boss." A smile slid across her lips as she telekinetically pulled out the bottle that she new got Rags sauced the quickest. Popping the top, she poured some into large tumbler that was near the pair, watching as the amber liquid sloshed around as she brought it to his lips for him.
"Drink up, big boy." she grinned as she brought her own cup to her mouth and downed the fiery liquid.
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