15.Feb.12, 03:48 AM
Erisi was sure that N'gelt singing while drunk would sound worse than two felines going at it. He made a mental note to never get N'gelt drunk and encourage the man to sing. Actually, he just wasn't going to encourage N'gelt to get drunk. He looked like the type of man who was an angry drunk, and contrary to popular belief, Erisi was an unusually happy drunk. It was why he didn't push his limits with alcohol. While it was nice to loosen up every once in a while, it was not quite so pleasant to be drunk enough to make friends with the drudges. Shells, he'd be susceptible to mending his relationship with I'shan if he were drowning himself in booze.
After he had finished the tune, he glanced over to N'gelt's face, taking careful estimation of the man's response. Okay, so everyone he met was some sort of a critic. He could tell that N'gelt didn't exactly favor his voice, but at least he wasn't flat out saying Erisi was bad. The Harper had run into plenty of people who were inclined to tell him how much he sucked (not that kind of sucking, shardit). Usually, Erisi was not so tipsy as to take the insult lying down. If he was lucky, someone would champion for him so he wouldn't get himself killed. If he was unlucky, he'd perhaps wake up after being knocked flat on his ass. N'gelt liked his music, and well, that was half of what Erisi did, so he considered it better than nothing. Erisi certainly wasn't going to cater to everyone's tastes.
"Mmm, that was free anyways, for being the first person I haven't immediately hated." Well, that wasn't true. But he felt like specifying 'dragonrider' would be some sort of great stabbing insult. He was learning to generalize his insults around N'gelt, mostly out of concern for upsetting the brownrider. Overall, he thought that he was doing a fairly good job of playing 'nice'. Erisi could have easily been fighting with N'gelt by now, but had somehow avoided that outcome in favor of something more pleasant. It surprised him that he was lasting this long in a conversation with a dragonrider. Usually it would have fallen to pieces by now, and someone would be wanting to punch someone else in the face.
Erisi lifted his chin, staring with muted surprise up at N'gelt's face. He could hear the little strain in the words, and so was surprised himself to hear N'gelt offering to share a drink with him. What in Faranth's name was going on?
"Ah... sure." There was a small hesitation in Erisi's voice, as if he couldn't believe N'gelt was offering it either. "That'd be nice."
After he had finished the tune, he glanced over to N'gelt's face, taking careful estimation of the man's response. Okay, so everyone he met was some sort of a critic. He could tell that N'gelt didn't exactly favor his voice, but at least he wasn't flat out saying Erisi was bad. The Harper had run into plenty of people who were inclined to tell him how much he sucked (not that kind of sucking, shardit). Usually, Erisi was not so tipsy as to take the insult lying down. If he was lucky, someone would champion for him so he wouldn't get himself killed. If he was unlucky, he'd perhaps wake up after being knocked flat on his ass. N'gelt liked his music, and well, that was half of what Erisi did, so he considered it better than nothing. Erisi certainly wasn't going to cater to everyone's tastes.
"Mmm, that was free anyways, for being the first person I haven't immediately hated." Well, that wasn't true. But he felt like specifying 'dragonrider' would be some sort of great stabbing insult. He was learning to generalize his insults around N'gelt, mostly out of concern for upsetting the brownrider. Overall, he thought that he was doing a fairly good job of playing 'nice'. Erisi could have easily been fighting with N'gelt by now, but had somehow avoided that outcome in favor of something more pleasant. It surprised him that he was lasting this long in a conversation with a dragonrider. Usually it would have fallen to pieces by now, and someone would be wanting to punch someone else in the face.
Erisi lifted his chin, staring with muted surprise up at N'gelt's face. He could hear the little strain in the words, and so was surprised himself to hear N'gelt offering to share a drink with him. What in Faranth's name was going on?
"Ah... sure." There was a small hesitation in Erisi's voice, as if he couldn't believe N'gelt was offering it either. "That'd be nice."