15.Jan.13, 08:17 PM
It was the night after the Hatching Feast – they weren’t complete dicks after all.
After the second failed attempt at Impressing, Ryvian and his brother had come up with an excellent way to get over that little sting to the ego. After celebrating with the weyr at large with all the drinks they could stomach, they threw their own party at their hut for those that didn’t Impress and a few of their rider friends. They may suck and not be wanted by the current batch of dragonets stumbling around but they could still have sex which was more than the weyrlings could say for the next eight months!
That was typically the theme of their parties anyhow so it only made sense to continue on in the face of depression with the opportunity to fool around with a person or two. So it was an easy call after their fourth failure to throw another party. The usual set up had been done, in that they had a few drinks and a bit of food swiped from the Kitchens while leaving plenty of space for anything else their guests brought. A ‘bring your own’ attitude was generally preferred for private gathers given how hard it was to come by certain things and how not everyone could cook food they were willing to serve to people and still have friends the following day.
The verbal invitations were issued during the Feast and the following afternoon when people were stumbling their way to the Dining Hall. While the twins didn’t discriminate all that much, they generally stuck to inviting those that knew how to have fun and enjoyed a good party. Naturally any of those party animals that happened to Impress recently weren’t invited and currently deemed a lost cause but there were still plenty of others to fill their hut with!
With a final glance around the hut that had been tidied up for a shindig, Ryvian popped the front door open a bit to indicate they were open for a good time. A moment later and he had a mug of ale and was flopping on the couch, watching Nyvian. Maybe it was a bit narcissistic of him, but his twin made for a fine sight and Ryvian liked to enjoy it whenever he could. “You after anyone specific tonight?” Ryvian had a couple in mind himself but like always, he was just going with the flow and would take any opportunity that came up and seemed like fun.
After the second failed attempt at Impressing, Ryvian and his brother had come up with an excellent way to get over that little sting to the ego. After celebrating with the weyr at large with all the drinks they could stomach, they threw their own party at their hut for those that didn’t Impress and a few of their rider friends. They may suck and not be wanted by the current batch of dragonets stumbling around but they could still have sex which was more than the weyrlings could say for the next eight months!
That was typically the theme of their parties anyhow so it only made sense to continue on in the face of depression with the opportunity to fool around with a person or two. So it was an easy call after their fourth failure to throw another party. The usual set up had been done, in that they had a few drinks and a bit of food swiped from the Kitchens while leaving plenty of space for anything else their guests brought. A ‘bring your own’ attitude was generally preferred for private gathers given how hard it was to come by certain things and how not everyone could cook food they were willing to serve to people and still have friends the following day.
The verbal invitations were issued during the Feast and the following afternoon when people were stumbling their way to the Dining Hall. While the twins didn’t discriminate all that much, they generally stuck to inviting those that knew how to have fun and enjoyed a good party. Naturally any of those party animals that happened to Impress recently weren’t invited and currently deemed a lost cause but there were still plenty of others to fill their hut with!
With a final glance around the hut that had been tidied up for a shindig, Ryvian popped the front door open a bit to indicate they were open for a good time. A moment later and he had a mug of ale and was flopping on the couch, watching Nyvian. Maybe it was a bit narcissistic of him, but his twin made for a fine sight and Ryvian liked to enjoy it whenever he could. “You after anyone specific tonight?” Ryvian had a couple in mind himself but like always, he was just going with the flow and would take any opportunity that came up and seemed like fun.