False Flight or How Larri Trolled The Weyr [Open] [NYE]

Aveleth was curled up against Zeianth's side, his eyes shut more than they were open, tail flicked over his nose. The young dragon was deeply enjoying a moment of rare relaxation, knowing full well that his human was completely caught up in his current activity and was unlikely to cause Aveleth any trouble any time soon. That wasn't to say, of course, that the man he had chosen was currently incapable of causing a hassle; Aveleth was quite convinced it would probably end up dramatic, but at least he wouldn't be harassing him before, during or after. Aveleth had no intention of moving from his comfortable lounge and the comfort of Zeianth's solid presence.

So, naturally, there was a green shrieking and the sky was suddenly aflutter with wings as brown and blue took off after her. Aveleth's head lifted slowly, looking up curiously but with no apparent interest. The young blue had never taken a particular shine to chasing, and his wins could be counted on one hand, much to Z'ia's usual frustrations - he enjoyed it on multiple levels. Aveleth snorted lazily as he watched the equally luck lustre flight of the silly green and her potential mates. Then he lowered his head back to rest across his paws and his tail flicked up to cover his nose once more. Silly greens.

Z'ia growled under his breath as D'hys pulled away, eyes fluttering open with a frown dragging his eyebrows together. His unvoiced question was answered as D'hys began speaking, and Z'ia's frown deepened, eyes narrowing slightly. The expression lifted to one vastly different as D'hys returned to his administrations and the younger man gave a soft hum of approval before laughing out right at the man's question, eyebrows arching high up Z'ia's forehead he gave D'hys a mocking glance. Getting Aveleth off the ground to chase took more effort than Z'ia was likely to admit to; getting the lazy beast to actually win was nigh on damned impossible. Instead, Z'ia allowed his lips to twist into a playful smirk as fingers danced across the top of his friend's pants, pausing dramatically at his belt buckle.

"Hrm," he hummed teasingly, eyes lifting to watch Larrikith twirl over head with her trail of blue and brown. A hand left D'hys' belt buckle to pick up his glass, tossing back the remainder of the liquor the bluerider leaned forward and into his friend, pressing a hard kiss against his lips, tasting alcohol as he bit. "Maybe tomorrow," he murmured, amused, as he leaned back, using the action to tug D'hys' belt clear from the man's pants. Smirking, he tossed it at a pair to their left, watching as it snaked around the woman's ankles and made her shriek. Laughter was on his lips as he returned to the very serious business of kissing D'hys, nimble fingers jerking the other man's shirt up so they could traverse the skin underneath.