[LOG] Casual Drinks

[mdseiran]

Characters: Nyssius, Loki.




Nyssius blinks.

Nyssius glares icily at Loki

Loki yawns and waves absently.

Nyssius sniffs delicately at the wave, intentionally snubbing it with a turn of his head.

"Care for a drink?" Loki asks casually, waving towards the bartender to come over and take their order.

Nyssius raises a slim eyebrow. "With you? No," he replies smoothly while seating himself on a stool and drumming his fingers on the bartop.

Loki seems to not have heard the elf's response or maybe simply not cared, and a few murmured words later two mugs of golden ale are set in fron of him. One gets pushed towards Nyssius while the other is raised to his lips, with a quiet, "cheers".

Nyssius peers suspiciously at the drink, then at Loki, then back at the drink, his expression unchanging. A tense few seconds later, he seems to come to a decision as he carefully scoots the glass closer to himself. "Cheers," he says reluctantly.

The drink is gulped down quickly, glass set back on the counter with an audible clang, glass against wood. Without being asked, the bartender refills it. Not in a hurry to drink it this time, Loki simply toys with the glass, stealing glances at Nyssius in the process. "So..."

"So...?" Nyssius echoes, with an imperiously raised eyebrow. "Are you actually expecting me to say something?"

Loki snorts softly as he picks up the glass, settling for small sips. After a short silence, he returns with, "No, I don't suppose you would...nevermind then."

Hearing this, Nyssius discreetly peers at you for a moment, suspicion edging his otherwise neutral glance. He lifts his shoulder in a light shrug as a reply, opting for silence and continually drumming his fingers on the bartop.

Twitching slightly, although it can barely be seen, Loki starts up a soft whistling, slowly but steadily draining his mug as he does. Once it is empty it is placed back and the bartender waved off as Loki looks towards the door, almost thoughtful. "I still need to get you some boots," he sighs, stretching his arms high above his head then turning to face Nyssius.

"My boots are fine," Nyssius mutters, sparing you a mere glance. "And shouldn't you have acquired them by now, if you were so intent on getting them?"

Loki takes a look at Nyssius even as he answers, defensively, "I've been busy. I said I'd get them and I will."

"Well, I don't need them anymore, so I suppose that frees me of obligation," Nyssius replies casually.

"I said I'd do it, alright? You could always use a spare pair..." Loki sounds weary now, one finger tracing patterns on the bartop, eyes slipping from where they had rested on the other's face.

"If it's such a chore, human, then just abandon the idea, mm? I don't fancy standing up from this comfortably spot any time soon anyway," Nyssius casually says, the drumming of his fingers stilling upon the tabletop

Loki takes out a small box from beneath the folds of his cloak, idly looking inside it for something. "I never said I needed your help," he tosses out casually, even as his fingers emerge and a small, white item is thrown towards Nyssius. "Found this, thought you might like it. Supposed to be lucky I think."

Nyssius wrinkles his nose at the reply. "Strange, I rather thought that was the case considering how you were so adamant to drag me off." The item suddenly in his hands elicits a slow, confused blink, fingers rising to hold up the deceased appendage. "...Gods help us if you consider this to be an endearing gesture..."

Loki rolls his eyes before pointing at the item now in Nyssius's hands. "Rabbit feet are lucky. Consider it a human custom I suppose..." He trails off and stays silent, flipping the lockpick in his hands over and over.

"...Giving others dried vermin appendages is one of your customs...?" Nyssius asks once more, curiously poking at the furry thing.

You say, "Just rabbit feet."

Nyssius blinks once. "Aha. And what of the rabbits who will never hop again?"

Loki shrugs one shoulder slightly. "I didn't kill the rabbit, I just found the foot."

Nyssius gives loki a suspicious look, lasting a mere second or two, before pocketing the rabbit's foot. "Thank you, I suppose...," he mutters reluctantly, nodding a bit toward Loki in thanks.

Loki seems to relax slightly, a ghost of his usual grin playing about his lips. "So, anything new lately? Been playing nicely with the rest of the kids I hope?"

Nyssius 's eyes narrow minutely at Loki, his neutral gaze searching the human's own. "You sound a little...off," he says in observance. "What's wrong with you?"

Loki airily waves Nyssius's concerns off. "Nothing at all, must be the sun, making me all hot and tired..."

Nyssius looks as if he wants to pursue the issue, but clamps his mouth shut at the last second, giving Loki an accusing glare at his own indecision and flicking his hair at him. "Fine," he says in reply, before shifting his attention intentionally ahead and away from the human.

"Prat," he mutters softly, hand already slipping into his backpack and emerging with a fork that is mising a prong. Looking somewhat smug, Loki proceeds to jab it at Nyssius's back to get his attention.

Nyssius snarls and bats brattily at the fork. "Heathen," he mutters under his breath, glaring icily at Loki. "If you're poking me with that thing, there had better be a damn good reason!"

"Umm....I'm annoying?" He beams quite happily at Nyssius, still jabbing the spork every now and then. "People named Loki don't need a reason to do anything obviously," is said with a sage nod and a flick of his hair in the elf's direction.

Nyssius watches the hair-flicking with cool detachment and a haughtily-raised eyebrow. "Well, poke me again, and you'll be entertaining yourself for the next few days."

Loki sniffs haughtily at Nyssius. "And what do you think I have been doing for the past few days then? Didn't see you around to entertain me."

"I see," Nyssius replies, a bemused cast entering his barely-curved lips. "Perhaps you would prefer that to having me in the vicinity, then."

You say to Nyssius, "You misunderstand. I hang around for your sake obviously. Since your sunny desposition doesn't seem to work these days, I thought I'd keep you company till it's back in order."

"My sunny disposition, or lack thereof, works perfectly fine for me, thank you," Nyssius grumbles, laying slightly back on his chair and frowning slightly at his companion. "But if that's all you have to say of importance - however mild and uninteresting - I should take my leave."

Loki shrugs slightly, a small yawn escaping him as he plops his elbows on the bartop. "If you feel like leaving not my place to stop you is it?" His expression is deceptively mild as is his tone, the spork abandoned now, and yet closeby.

Nyssius blinks once, Loki's words seeming to surprise him, broken soon after with a mild scowl and a light, indifferent shrug of his shoulders. While mumbling something about the stupidity of humans and human males in general, he strides off toward the west with a purposeful gait. "I see some people aren't too old to learn new tricks, at least," he casually says, before vanishing past the doorway.