21.Mar.12, 08:55 PM
B'jin was drunk.
Like half his companions, the greenrider had been pouring alcohol down his throat since the end of the Hatching the evening before, thrilled with the results. Being just narcissistic enough to want to look his best at the Feast that evening, B'jin had excused himself from his fellow Searchriders long enough to bathe, shave, and find something suitable to wear, before returning to their company and the alcohol. He'd chosen to wear his dragonleathers, the closer fitting pants appealing to him and the hardy material they were constructed from and the more water proof nature meaning spilt wine would be less of an issue and more easily cleaned up later. A loose white shirt covered a still tender back, with long sleeves that had been folded up to just below his elbows. Greenrider, Searchrider and Sr. Harper knots weighed down his shoulder, the linking threads entwined as he took an unusual pride in his various ranks; B'jin honestly couldn't remember the last time he'd worn his knots. All his knots.
The man laughed cheerfully as a fellow made a comment, and he threw a smart comment back as he refilled his wine glass. Brown eyes bright with the thrill of the previous evening (the horrors were pushed aside firmly as he focused on the good) B'jin basked in the reassurance that came from knowing their Weyr was secure - A gold had cracked shell! - and he tossed back the liquid before refilling, choking on a laugh as he shoved a fellow greenrider with a drunken shoulder at a teasing remark. "Didn't need more than one to Impress," B'jin smirked back, "My kids got gold and bronze." He gave the other man a smug look, while the other spluttered that two greens was much better than a set of metalics. B'jin just laughed; yes, greens were the far better dragon, but Searching a bronze rider, not to mention a future weyrwoman, came with much more prestige. Besides, "they're no fun if they can't fly you." He teased, laughing alongside the catcalls and jeers that evoked as the other greenrider groaned comically in agreement to the entertainment of the blueriders.
Speaking of blueriders; "I'shan!" B'jin greeted just as enthusiastically, raising his empty glass in greeting and then frowning comically as he took a moment and filled it from one of the many bottles on the table. Smirking, he raised it again, and winked at the bluerider. "I'shan!" Laughter was in his voice as he took a sip of the liquid, easy grin happy to remain on his face. It altered into a smirk after a moment, "Your little fist fighter will make a splendid green." Just what D'ren would want, too! Another uppity little greenrider! The Searcher threw back another glass of wine in delight and then refilled it, turning to watch as some harpers filed onto the stage and set about arranging for some musical entertainment. The inviting wave one issued him was met with a firm shake of his head. He wasn't singing tonight, he was going to be dancing.
Like half his companions, the greenrider had been pouring alcohol down his throat since the end of the Hatching the evening before, thrilled with the results. Being just narcissistic enough to want to look his best at the Feast that evening, B'jin had excused himself from his fellow Searchriders long enough to bathe, shave, and find something suitable to wear, before returning to their company and the alcohol. He'd chosen to wear his dragonleathers, the closer fitting pants appealing to him and the hardy material they were constructed from and the more water proof nature meaning spilt wine would be less of an issue and more easily cleaned up later. A loose white shirt covered a still tender back, with long sleeves that had been folded up to just below his elbows. Greenrider, Searchrider and Sr. Harper knots weighed down his shoulder, the linking threads entwined as he took an unusual pride in his various ranks; B'jin honestly couldn't remember the last time he'd worn his knots. All his knots.
The man laughed cheerfully as a fellow made a comment, and he threw a smart comment back as he refilled his wine glass. Brown eyes bright with the thrill of the previous evening (the horrors were pushed aside firmly as he focused on the good) B'jin basked in the reassurance that came from knowing their Weyr was secure - A gold had cracked shell! - and he tossed back the liquid before refilling, choking on a laugh as he shoved a fellow greenrider with a drunken shoulder at a teasing remark. "Didn't need more than one to Impress," B'jin smirked back, "My kids got gold and bronze." He gave the other man a smug look, while the other spluttered that two greens was much better than a set of metalics. B'jin just laughed; yes, greens were the far better dragon, but Searching a bronze rider, not to mention a future weyrwoman, came with much more prestige. Besides, "they're no fun if they can't fly you." He teased, laughing alongside the catcalls and jeers that evoked as the other greenrider groaned comically in agreement to the entertainment of the blueriders.
Speaking of blueriders; "I'shan!" B'jin greeted just as enthusiastically, raising his empty glass in greeting and then frowning comically as he took a moment and filled it from one of the many bottles on the table. Smirking, he raised it again, and winked at the bluerider. "I'shan!" Laughter was in his voice as he took a sip of the liquid, easy grin happy to remain on his face. It altered into a smirk after a moment, "Your little fist fighter will make a splendid green." Just what D'ren would want, too! Another uppity little greenrider! The Searcher threw back another glass of wine in delight and then refilled it, turning to watch as some harpers filed onto the stage and set about arranging for some musical entertainment. The inviting wave one issued him was met with a firm shake of his head. He wasn't singing tonight, he was going to be dancing.