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31.May.20, 09:54 AM
R’vi loved Gathers and parties of any sort. He and N’vian used to throw the best parties back in the good old days of pre-Impression Katila. The UnImpressed parties were always wild and a good way to shake off the disappointment of yet again not finding their mate on the Sands. Sometimes he couldn’t clearly recall everything that happened but R’vi had always chalked that up to meaning it had been fan-fucking-tastic and it needed to happen again.
Gathers at Holds were a lot tamer than anything he threw or normally attended but they still had their charming points. Sometimes he found an item for his weyr that he otherwise wouldn’t have thought about needing or replacing but usually it was a place to socialise with various people. While his reputation was built more on sex and not deep and meaningful conversations, R’vi still liked to chat about random shit with strangers, especially with a few drinks in him at the beer tent. Sometimes he would just watch and eavesdrop to see what was important to holders or what their views on the Weyrs were.
Then there was the dance floor. He was headed there now, thinking it was late enough to find it packed with potentially loose morals. He was disappointed when he saw it was jumping but with happy and well-behaved couples. Boring. He supposed the best time was when the sun set and it was harder to see the silent advances being made. He was about to turn away to roam around some more when he saw a woman alone and tossing back her drink before grabbing another one. It took a moment but he finally recalled why she looked so familiar and smiled as he approached the Candidate.
He came to stop beside her, looking in the same direction so he could watch the dancers before finally speaking. “You know, dancing is just a vertical expression of a horizontal desire. We could just skip the dancing and I could take you back to my weyr.” R’vi grinned at her, confident in himself but not sure if she would actually take him up on the offer or laugh it off as a cute pick-up line that broke the ice for conversation. Wouldn’t know until he tried!
Gathers at Holds were a lot tamer than anything he threw or normally attended but they still had their charming points. Sometimes he found an item for his weyr that he otherwise wouldn’t have thought about needing or replacing but usually it was a place to socialise with various people. While his reputation was built more on sex and not deep and meaningful conversations, R’vi still liked to chat about random shit with strangers, especially with a few drinks in him at the beer tent. Sometimes he would just watch and eavesdrop to see what was important to holders or what their views on the Weyrs were.
Then there was the dance floor. He was headed there now, thinking it was late enough to find it packed with potentially loose morals. He was disappointed when he saw it was jumping but with happy and well-behaved couples. Boring. He supposed the best time was when the sun set and it was harder to see the silent advances being made. He was about to turn away to roam around some more when he saw a woman alone and tossing back her drink before grabbing another one. It took a moment but he finally recalled why she looked so familiar and smiled as he approached the Candidate.
He came to stop beside her, looking in the same direction so he could watch the dancers before finally speaking. “You know, dancing is just a vertical expression of a horizontal desire. We could just skip the dancing and I could take you back to my weyr.” R’vi grinned at her, confident in himself but not sure if she would actually take him up on the offer or laugh it off as a cute pick-up line that broke the ice for conversation. Wouldn’t know until he tried!
