An UnImpressed Party [Invite]

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.

Most of the clean-up had been left to Nyvian, mostly because Ryvian was more concerned with the food and drink. Nyvian hardly wanted it to look like they were living slobs, and while his brother would do an okay job with cleaning up... it wouldn't be as well tended to as it would if Nyvian bucked up and did it. The hut would be destroyed by the end of the night, but at least it would make a good impression for the first two hours. The bed would doubtlessly be well used, and he knew that the couch would probably lose a cushion or two to some other part of the room. Actually, they probably would both use the bed and not care that they were right next to one another with whomever they ended up with.

It was doubtless they would end up with someone. The twins tended to be the life of a party, and since they were the hosts they would naturally get more attention. Tonight they would be more boisterous than usual, since Nyvian wanted to forget that he hadn't Impressed as well as every other Candidate who attended the party. It wouldn't be as much fun with just Candidates. Some could be terrible prudes and dragonriders were more apt to enjoy themselves. They had gone a little bit out of their way to make it known to a few dragonriders that they were having a little get together.

Nyvian and Ryvian had a bit of a reputation - anyone who was fun would never turn their back on one of their parties.

"Like what you see?" he commented offhandedly, not bothering to look behind him to Ryvian. He had a good instinct for when his brother's gaze drifted his way. "It's looking at yourself, so you've got to be the most narcissistic individual I know." Nyvian teased his brother with a toothy grin, and then made a show of crossing the room and climbing onto the couch and his slightly lazier twin.

"I've got a few in mind. Have you noticed that I'shan has one particularly fine ass?" They were probably aiming for the same people, and if that was the case... may the best twin win. Which was Nyvian. He was younger, but clearly the more mature of the two. If they were smart, and by some point they would be, they'd join forces to lure some partners for the evening. Somehow the idea of sleeping with twins was a turn on to half of the Weyr's members. Not that anyone would actually get that, but it was a solid building block to any hook up.

“Not really. You’re wearing far too many articles of clothing,” Ryvian smirked at being called out for his staring and not caring. It wasn’t the first time and wouldn’t be the last time and it was clear Nyvian knew as well but didn’t seem to mind. Seriously though, how was he expected to keep his eyes off of his mirror image when it looked that hot? Ryvian wasn’t exactly known for standing in front of reflective surfaces for hours on end but he definitely knew how to appreciate what he had and play it up for everyone else to notice as well. The fact that Nyvian had the same face just made it easier to contemplate how he looked when wearing or doing certain things.

“I’shan’s ass is definitely in the running for being one of the finest around right now,” there wasn’t any doubt in that field, just like there wasn’t a doubt that they both had the bluerider marked for some fun. Did the rest of the list match up? It usually held up well in comparison with only a slight difference but given their small crowd they had invited on top of the Candidates, Ryvian suspected it’d be pretty similar this time. Well, assuming everyone turned up and why wouldn’t they? They had all been to their parties before and knew what the night would hold for them if they showed up and stayed for more than one drink.

“Should we bet on who gets laid first tonight? Who gets I’shan tonight?” He was only partially joking as he looked for the extra ways to make sure they both stayed properly distracted from thinking about the recent Hatching. It sucked, but he’d rather be sucking someone off. That was a good mini goal to start the night with. He was certain he could grab D’hys or maybe Z’ia if either man showed up and drag them to the bedroom for a little thanks for showing up gift.

But there was one main goal, his usual goal though Ryvian couldn’t say why it became something he was so fascinated with. “I think I’m gonna try to get Indivara tonight.” He tossed a quick glance to Nyvian to see his reaction. Indivara had been a goal of his since the girl started chasing after the pathetic losers of flights. She was a spitfire and Ryvian had always enjoyed her friendship but lately he wanted to enjoy her a bit more while naked and with her beneath him. Although given the girl he was chasing, it’d be him under her as she rode and dominated him. That thought gave him a bit of an excited shiver. Besides, if anyone needed the distraction that night, it was Indivara. She took being looked over by dragonets harder than the twins with only Kerrin rivalling her anger and pain.

"Do you want me to get naked, then?" Nyvian offered with a half laugh. The offer wasn't serious, and besides his brother had oogled him enough while they took baths together or went to bed together (not together together). Nyvian was a little more subtle when he appraised his brother, on the times he did so. It was nice to be able to see exactly what you looked like without having to stare in an old mirror or through the water's surface. They were identical twins, and nearly every single feature on their bodies was perfectly the same. It gave most people trouble when it came to telling them apart. A good portion of the population at Katila had given up, uniting them with the common nickname 'Vian'. Few people now placed an earnest effort in telling them apart.

"Or Z'ia's. Short and spunky, and his ass is a handful." Nyvian was not beyond appraising any fine specimen. Since the twins had been old enough, they had gotten around with a fair amount of ease. They were attractive and likeable, and known for a giving someone a great time in bed. Some people boasted that they had taken both at the same time, but there was little evidence of that actually being the case. It was far more likely that they were mere fantasies.

"You probably will, because you're the bigger slut. I'll bet a mark at least on that." It wasn't exactly true. Both brothers seemed to get around fairly well. Nyvian was just as notorious for being found in a dark corner. "If you're going for I'shan, I'll lose the bet. It'll take you a little while to get naked. Did you invite E'si? You can get him to sleep with you in a few seconds. As well as A'liran." It was a roundabout way of saying that he was getting I'shan tonight, or at least sharing with Ryvian. It wasn't that he didn't want his brother to get who he wanted, he just wanted to win their bet... and well, outpace his twin. They posed little challenges to one another often enough, and if Ryvian took the bait they'd both be after I'shan tonight.

"Huh?" Nyvian cast a surprised look to his brother when Ryvian admitted that he had different plans for the evening. "You're going for Indivara finally?" Nyvian valued her friendship, not enough to keep from entertaining thoughts of sleeping with her... but his brother was clearly more interested and invested. He took a polite step back from Indivara to let his brother chase after her. It should be fairly easy, considering that Indivara was a popular flight moth. "Good luck - leaves more for me. Think I can reel in two of them?" Okay, maybe failing to Impress wasn't so bad after all.

Post-Hatching blues were normal for those that failed to Impress to a dragonet, and it was pretty common knowledge that it hit those that were ‘southern’ harder than it generally hit those that were ‘northern’. It was even more common knowledge that being anywhere near Indivara after a Hatching was liable to end in drawn blood. It was likely for that most notable reason that Indivara was avoided like the Plague itself – the killer disease, not Z’ia’s firelizard – as the girl stalked across the grounds of Katila and into the bathing houses, slamming a door closed and barring it shut as she flung her clothing in a corner and sunk beneath the heated surface of the water. Fuck. Her. Life!

Blood Sucker perched delicately on the edge of the tub as Indivara scrubbed, watching impassively as his human’s emotions swam all over the radar. Shit Head was perched on the wall, peering timidly at the pair with a firelizardy scowl; Blood Sucker had slapped her around the face when she tried to get into Indivara’s personal space. Looking over, Indivara invited the firelizard to her with an outstretched, dripping arm. Shit Head swooped over, landing timidly but cheering up as Indivara plopped her into the water and started scrubbing her. The little gold crooned in delight, scrabbling to stand on Indivara’s knee as the girl reached for Blood Sucker.

Finishing the firelizards, Indivara dropped under the surface again, scrubbing her face and consciously attempting to ignore the rough texture of her scars. Rising once more, Indivara slicked the water off her face and back out of her hair as she wound the long length into a knot and secured it out of the way. Moments later, and Indivara was wrapped securely in a towel, standing in front of a mirror. Scars peeped out from atop the towel’s rim, stark against her skin while the ones across her face screamed for attention. Glaring at her reflection, Indivara spun around and went to the pile of clean clothing. A pair of tight fitting dark coloured pants were pulled on, tucking them into the boots she had chosen. A mid-thigh lengthed shirt was pulled on and fastened at the waist with a belt; it was unbuttoned enough to make more modest women flush, but not enough to actually give anything away. Her hair was released, roughed dry with her damp towel, and flung back over her shoulders.

With firelizards alighting on either shoulder, Indivara kicked her dirty clothes into a corner. Someone would wash them, or steal them, though the number of people who could fit into her clothing and willingly wear it was minimal at best; she’d get them later, if they were still there. Leaving the bathing house, Indivara wove her way through to the outskirts of the main buildings, and easily to the familiar set up that belonged to the twins. While Indivara wasn’t quite sure who would be on the list tonight, she had a rough idea of who the ‘regulars’ would be, and that almost always added up to a good time and a fun party; the exceptions being party poopers that shut shit down. But that was neither here nor there as Indivara let herself in.

Shit Head took off, chittering to the twins’ firelizards as she alighted on the table top, flickering her wings. Indivara frowned at her slightly; she should have oiled them. Oh well. Blood Sucker remained dedicatedly upon her shoulder while Indivara followed her gold to look over the table top. Not much, but everyone else would bring something. Getting Indivara to actually bring something was very rare. Unless she managed to flog something she knew would be missed off the goldriders, or the Weyrleader or other important Ranker.

Come to think of it, that was probably why some of their parties got shut down. Whoops. Indivara shrugged mentally as she filled a cup with something that was booze, but most dragonriders wouldn’t touch with a barge pole. Who cared, so long as it had alcohol in it? Drink enough and Indivara was pretty sure most of it all ended up tasting the same, anyway. The girl took a drink, eyed the drink in surprise and refilled it. It was actually better than she’d anticipated. Fancy that!

“Shove over.” And with a glorious amount of inelegance that would have had Jada fretting, Indivara sprawled onto the couch with Ryvian.

Party? Parties were fun, and I'shan liked fun.

He'd considered chasing down his successful candidates immediately after the hatching. A couple candidates he was fond of had managed to  Impress, and two of his own searchees had Impressed browns. Browns! It was a first for the bluepair, who previously had searched green and blueriders only. It was a delightful surprise, and while it wouldn't have mattered much to someone like B'jin who always seemed to land the golds and bronzes, it was a thrill for the already-excitable bluerider.

Shards, B'jin was probably counting his new brownrider as a failure for some reason, knowing his adorably snooty ass!

Ilveriath landed outside, quickly lowering his neck to allow I'shan to dismount. The dragon nosed I'shan affectionately and then retreated, returning to their hut to nap until his bonded needed a lift home.

I'shan burst through the door, his entrance accented by a loud screech from Squee. The fire lizard darted into the room. He called out to his fellow fire lizards, looping around the room one time before coming to an awkward sliding stop on the table, nearly colliding with Shit Head in the process. The little brown immediately flopped over on his back, paws up in the air in a joyous invitation to play.

"What's up?!" I'shan called out, grinning as he paraded himself through the door and looked around the room. It was nice to see so many familiar faces, though it was a shame to see so many disappointed. He could only imagine the sting of rejection, having Impressed his own blue at his very first hatching, but he sympathized nonetheless. On top of that, I'shan had always been something of an escapist. Parties were a good way to keep all kinds of sorrow at bay. It always worked, at least until morning.

The bluerider nodded pleasantly at the twins. He was rather fond of them, though he made a show of calling them by the correct names sometimes and incorrect names at other times; whether or not he actually KNEW the correct names or not was anyone'e guess, for it was well within plausibility for the excitable bluerider to be messing with them. "Ryv, Nyv! And miss Indivara," he said in cheerful greeting, winking to Indi after his polite nod to the twins.

Ryvian didn’t quite like the way his brother said ‘finally’ in regards to getting Indivara into bed. Sometimes having a twin was a bit of annoyance with how well Nyvian knew him and how deep his speculations could run. What exactly did he think was going on with Indivara and him and would he sabotage attempts or try to get them to work? Even with trying to activate his own twin powers, Ryvian settled for a simple shrug, deciding it was best not to dwell too long on that topic, especially, as it turned out, the girl in question was waltzing through the door. A mischievous grin was given to Nyvian before Ryvian tracked the girl’s movement to the bar area and over to them

As she flopped down beside him, he couldn’t help but think how well the start to his goal was going. It wasn’t unusual to hang out like this with Indivara flopping down wherever and however she wanted nor was flirting with her all that uncommon either but Ryvian took it as a positive sign, as he did pretty much everything in life. “Hey, Di,” Ryvian used the playful nickname he sometimes snuck in as he draped an arm around her shoulders. Turns of getting punched and kicked for calling her Indi had taught the elder twin to use her full name but he still couldn’t resist using his own nickname for her. “Nyvian thinks he has a chance with I’shan and Z’ia tonight. Give him five minutes and he’ll likely add D’hys to the list as well if that guy shows up.”

While it wasn’t exactly the right bluerider, Ryvian grinned at I’shan as he made his grand entrance. That was a man that was always fun to have around and it would have been disappointing if he didn’t show. Of course, for a while there it was hard to say if I’shan would put in an appearance given how whipped he was by N’gelt but he had loosened up again and the twins took advantage of it with the invites. “Yo, I’shan! Grab a drink and join us, man.”

Tryst watched Squee circle around and land inelegantly by Shit Head before flopping over. Should he go play? Was it really a question? Giving Lace a little nuzzle and encouraging purr to join him, Tryst flew over and pounced on Squee to take up the invitation to play. It was a party! Everyone was supposed to have fun! Ryvian cast the blue firelizard a quick glance to make sure he wasn’t about to destroy everything and returned his attention to the friends surrounding him.

D’hys was not known as someone who hung around with Candidates. In fact, he’d be lucky to know a name of one. That was, if the twins didn’t count and D’hys actually didn’t view them as simply Candidates. They were brought South with their parents during the Plague’s exile and lived in Katila as long as he had. They may have been annoying brats back then and even now they still kind of were but they weren’t whiny Northerners that were a waste of time to socialise with until they proved they could Impress and make it through weyrlinghood. Z’ia had come South in the same manner and while D’hys had taken minor note of him, it wasn’t until his graduation and Aveleth’s chosen honorific that truly caught the bluerider’s eye.

So the fact that the twins weren’t recently from the North, they were hot, and they threw decent parties was enough to make D’hys accept the latest invitation even if some of the whiners might show up. Besides, he had been successful in making out with V’zire at the Feast the previous night and now he was likely to score a time or two at the party – but he’d have to be careful. It was far too early to ruin the game with his precious little greenrider!

D’hys sauntered through the open door and quickly assessed the room, checking out who was already there and where the best location was to start his prowling. It was a pretty easy pick when he saw the twins and I’shan in the same area. Coming up behind I’shan, D’hys nodded a silent greeting to Ryvian and Nyvian and slipped his arms around I’shan’s waist. “Hey, babe,” he whispered against his fellow bluerider’s ear, “want a spin of your own with me on someone else’s bed?” I’shan hadn’t confessed to it but D’hys felt it was obvious why I’shan had been lurking near D’ren’s window that day he had been fucking Z’ia in that enticing bed. Even if there was a chance he hadn’t been lurking for that reason, it was still fun to tease I’shan with the idea, especially right in front of the hosts and owners of the bed they’d steal.

Indivara’s bright blue eyes shifted slowly from where she’d been looking mildly at her mug of alcohol, to slowly peer sideways at Ryvian. It was a dark, not-quite irritated expression that clearly indicated that while she would allow Ryvian to cozzie up, she wasn’t inviting it either. “Hello, Ry,” Her voice was as dry as her expression, but a small smile flickered around the corner of her lips. Indivara enjoyed calling the twins by names, entertained both by the expressions of surprise it could garner from onlookers when she was always right, and the rarer expressions of pleasure from the twins themselves. They didn’t always react, and sometimes Indivara wasn’t even sure they noticed; but other times, they seemed so smug. It was odd.

Laughter sprung free as Indivara was made aware of Nyvian’s intentions for the night, eyes sparkling with amusement as she turned to look at the younger twin for a moment. A wicked smirk came to life on her lips as her gaze returned to Ryvian. “I’m surprised he wasn’t on the list first!” Laughter was in her voice, and she hid the scar twisting smirk behind her mug, taking a drink even as she tracked I’shan’s little journey to join them. The girl snorted into her mug at being called ‘miss Indivara’, but amused pleasure was in her voice when she returned the bluerider’s greeting.

An elbow dug into Ryvian’s ribs when the flicker of movement near the door alerted the girl to D’hys’ entrance, and she was quick to point it out to the twin. Biting her bottom lip with a knowing smirk, Indivara leaned back into the couch and watched with delight as D’hys crept up behind I’shan. The man was creepy as fuck, with the way he walked without sound while towering over everyone like a buffed up mountain. The man was hot, and the feral smirk Indivara was wearing as she unabashedly checked him out said as much. The look in blue eyes, however, that rose to meet grey solidly was neither inviting nor dismissive; it was the same expression Indivara treated all her friends to.

Indivara wasn’t blind; her friends were hot and she was as happy to remind them of that fact as she was to shoot holes in their egos when they were reminded too often. They were also proud sluts and loud big mouths. Indivara was no different; she enjoyed sex, and she enjoyed comparing stories with her friends. That, at point, was why she refused to allow them to sweet talk her out of her clothes. Oh, she played along, and she was pretty sure most the Weyr was convinced she’d slept with the twins, and half her other friends too, and even if she did deny it (which she never did) no one would be likely to believe her anyway. But when it came down to it, Indivara didn’t trust them not to gossip about her. She was sure they did with those that had slept with her, but she certainly wasn’t about to give them their own fuel!

“Starting early tonight, D’hys.” Indivara teased, smirking up at the man. There was a touch of a questioning lilt on the end of her words, but mostly it was a statement of amusement. Scrambling up the side of the couch, Blood Sucker looked around with interest to see where his fellow firelizards were and what they were up to, the young blue chittering distastefully as Shit Head winked between to land on the couch at Indivara’s head, her eyes whirling in distress at the prospect of tumbling around and playing disdainfully with the other firelizards.

“Oh, don’t be such a snot, Shit!” Reaching up, Indivara shoved the gold off the couch, making the gold screech with angry surprise. Blood Sucker trilled in amusement and licked Indivara’s cheek before fluttering over to pounce on Squee and Tryst.

Nyvian had never been able to explain his brother's, and his own, failure in seducing Indivara. Nyvian quickly got over the blow that would have been caused by his friend not wanting to join him in bed. His pursuit of Indivara was considerably less frequent, since he liked to put his effort into more fruitful ventures. Indivara was a good friend, but she had yet to prove that she was a great lay. Let Ryvian chase Indivara's tail - while his brother was distracted by that silly pursuit Nyvian could make multiple conquests.

"Hey," he greeted Indivara with a grin, having always found her attitude to be charming. Besides, she was already pushing his brother around a little bit, and Nyvian enjoyed Ryvian's small plight. He could have mentioned the Hatching then, all three of their failures. It was a good enough moment to bring it up, but he realized that the reason of this party was so that they wouldn't have to think about it. Nyvian had a restless night after the Hatching, he'd been plagued by his failure. Now was a good time to put it behind him and try to look forward to the next Hatching. At least he had his brother to wait it out with him, though if there had been a dragon in the previous clutch for Ryvian, he hoped that it would have picked him regardless if there was a dragon for Nyvian as well.

"Think?" the younger twin scoffed. "I have far more of a chance than you do. D'hys was on the list, but I figured it was so obvious that I didn't have to bother mentioning him." Both twins were perfectly identical, but that hardly stopped from one claiming to be better than the other. Nyvian liked to think he was a little bit more charming, and well, Ryvian had said his attention was focused on Indivara... so who would possibly snatch his potential hook ups from him?

Oh, that's right, D'hys would.

Not that D'hys wasn't an option, but merely moments after I'shan had entered the hut D'hys had followed and sidled up to him. Well there went that idea. He waved lazily to I'shan, an easily smile upon his attractive face. "I'm Nyvian," he added helpfully. He was fairly sure I'shan had looked at him first when he greeted them with 'Ryv'. It was almost expected for everyone to be wrong. Normally Nyvian wouldn't bother correcting them, but since he did think it a fantastic idea to pursue I'shan tonight he wanted to make sure the bluerider knew his name.

D'hys didn't need the clarification because D'hys didn't care, which was sort of charming in its own way.

"Go on, Lace." He ushered his green flitter away from his shoulder. She was not as eager to play - far more shy and sensitive than Tyrst. Instead she flew over to Shit Head, chittering some concern to the gold. She had no idea what had made her screech, but Lace was determined to console her!

"You guys want some drinks? Only time tonight I'm offering to fetch some for you," he called out to I'shan and D'hys. Nyvian wasn't really intending to interrupt them, but he knew that some wine would be the perfect start to everyone's evenings. It wasn't a party without someone getting ridiculously drunk - and Nyvian had plans so it obviously was not going to be him.

D'awwww, Indivara was so ladylike and precious, even while snorting! The thoughrt barely crossed I'shan's mind before he snorted himself, unable to keep a straight face at the idea of Indivara being ladylike. He laughed and waved to her to before finding himself distracted by other greetings; one twin had offered him a drink, while the other had corrected his usage of their names. They were so cute! "I would love a drink," I'shan asserted, smirking at the pair before slipping towards the table to find something.

He didn't make it far. He was stopped abruptly by a pair of strong arms around his waist. He paused, laughing lightly as he realized who exactly had a grip on him. "Hello, D'hys," I'shan said, placing his hands impishly over D'hys' before turning his head to face him. "Maybe," he purred, wriggling just a little before slipping free.  Unlike A'liran, who was soften seen snooping around the handsome bluerider these days, I'shan knew not to try too hard. "I'm trying to kick the habit."

But in this environment, with so many emotions and so much drink, he wasn't sure if he would be able to. Time would tell; true to his nature, I'shan decided to worry about it later.

He approached the table and fixed himself a mug of ale before seating himself lazily beside Indivara. He took a long drink before stretching his arms out, brown eyes sweeping among the others in the room. "So, what's up guys? Anything cool going on? Any scandals?" he asked. "Anyone else coming?" Shards, the room was already so charged with emotional highs and lows, sexual tension and booze that he wasn't sure if the room could handle much more sexy!

“Are you? What a shame,” D’hys replied with mock sadness in his voice and eyes alive with mischief. He’d let I’shan go for now but later in the evening he’d make sure they collided again and see exactly how easy it’d be to convince I’shan some habits were better off kept. Now that would be a fun game; a public relationship with the precious V’zire while secretly meeting up with I’shan when his precious N’gelt wasn’t looking. Throw in a taste of A’liran when he needed a little extra spice and he’d be a happy bluerider fucking with several lives at once.

With that new idea in place, D’hys watched I’shan dance off to get drinks for a moment before turning to the twins, one of which that had offered to get drinks. “Nah, time for drinking later. First,” D’hys grabbed Ryvian’s hand when the twin wasn’t paying him much attention and yanked the older twin off the couch and stumbling a few steps away from it. Smirking, the bluerider stole the now-vacant seat between Indivara and Nyvian. “Hey, babe,” he greeted Indivara quickly, purposely undressing her with his sweeping gaze to show he was tempted to consider her a real playmate instead of someone he traded flirtatious comments and barbs with at times before focusing on the twin.

“First, we should remind everyone what your parties are about, twinsie,” D’hys waved lazily to his crotch, indicating the man could blow him then and there in front of everyone and he’d be fine with that. No one currently in the room would rat him out to V’zire and if they tried, they weren’t reliable enough to be believed anyway.

“Just the usual, no major scandals, and we invited the usual crowd plus a few others that might be fun –hey!” Ryvian found himself suddenly being removed from his very cozy and prime location between Nyvian and Indivara and stumbling away from them. That’s what he got for being a good host and talking with one of his sexy guests! He should have known better than to take his eyes off of D’hys for any length of time since the man was sneaky and liked things going his way. Then again, with the crowd gathering in their hut, it would have been hard to assume the bluerider would hone in on Nyvian or Indivara first, especially with the greeting he gave I’shan.

Frowning only briefly at his sudden predicament, Ryvian chugged back the last little bit of his drink he thankfully didn’t spill anywhere – especially on Indivara – and set his cup down on a table. Well now what? Oh, that’s right, pick on D’hys a bit. “You know, D’hys baby, you picked the wrong twin. He might go down on you in the bedroom but I would have been more likely to entertain my guests.” The smirk he smirked at the older man but his gaze went to Nyvian. Whether his brother wanted to prove him right or wrong was up to him and Ryvian wouldn’t mind either way. He just wanted to get a little dig in at the bluerider that liked to control everything and remind him he should pay attention to which brother was which. Then again, the sexy jerk probably knew exactly who he was trying to get naked right then. He was annoying sometimes like that.

He left that group for a bit, thinking he’d be nice and mingle with everyone trickling in. Indivara wouldn’t sneak out just yet so there was still time to make a proper move on her.

"I think us not Impressing was a bit of a scandal," Nyvian interjected with a small smile. His intention, however, was not to be a downer, because this was one of the parties he was throwing, and he refused to have any moping. "Then again, everyone else must be considerably lucky to not have to live with us off limits for another couple of seasons." He looked mildly startled to have his brother peeled off the couch, though his replacement was far from a disappointment. D'hys always had a way of wiggling himself into conversations that he hadn't been invited to, but were always welcome to once he was there. He gave his brother a helpless smile, as if to apologize for D'hys' intrusion. The twins spent nearly all their time together, so it was a wonder why Nyvian wasn't completely eager to be apart from Ryvian for just a little while.

He just preferred his brother's company to most, okay.

D'hys was his guest, and well, D'hys was hard to ignore, especially with an opening statement such as that one. The younger twin laughed lightly at the suggestion, and reached over to sympathetically pat the bluerider's shoulder. "You definitely picked the wrong twin," he commented with an easy smile. "Most people open up their parties with a rousing speech about partying, you know. Sucking dick, while a wonderful suggestion, is not on my immediate agenda." It could be scheduled for later, however. Nyvian was not one to knock D'hys off of his conquests lists for the evening. The bluerider was a fairly solid lay, and everyone knew how much the twins enjoyed getting around. They were young men! They were young men in a Weyr filled with attractive women and men who were far more open about getting laid than holdfolk.

That's why most Northerners sucked (or didn't, to be exact). They were all holdfolk and believed in getting married and having babies. None knew how to have a good time, excluding a few rising stars. But, the rising stars had Impressed, meaning they were already quite suited to the lifestyle at Katila.

"Indivara, you in the mood to start us off with D'hys' suggestion?" he inquired lightly, knowing that the obvious answer would be no... well, unless Indivara decided to prove his assumptions wrong. There was always room for that, but he didn't think D'hys would be so lucky tonight. The bluerider would have to work a little harder than that.

Erisi was still pissed at the twins.

Then why are you going?

'Because they're fucking twins.'

That made the least bit of sense to the Green dragon, and so she let it be. Charath could harass her young rider at any time, and likely would do so again before the night was over. For now, she was amused by listening in on her bonded's loud thoughts. It wasn't like he was necessarily trying to keep her from overhearing him! The young man was still bitching and moaning about recently realizing that Nyvian and Ryvian were twins. He had slept with both on multiple occasions, though now that he thought about it... he could have only been sleeping with one. But how in Faranth's name was he supposed to know!?

They were identical. He couldn't tell them apart if he tried. Both had already been subjected to his intense staring, trying to discern the minute differences in their faces. He would have been successful if there were some. But there was none. They were completely fucking the same, acted the completely fucking same. They were one identity in two fucking bodies, and it gave him a small migraine to try and discern when he was sleeping with one if they were really the one he was assuming they were. It was just... a whole clusterfuck. So, Erisi had given up on telling them apart. Both were excellent lays (as far as he could tell, if he had slept with both - he think he did, okay).

The young man was likely the only one in the Weyr to be so late to realizing that Vian was not a single person. It was embarrassing, and Erisi refused to own up to it. It wasn't his fault he had only seen one at a time. Whenever he ran into a twin, the other one had not been in sight.

Wait... was that fucking intentional?

I hope so. This is hilarious.

'...You knew.'

What?

'You totally knew!'

Charath shut up, which Erisi took for confirmation of his dragon's own treachery.

He arrived at the party just as people were starting to congregate into little social groups. I'shan was over on the couch, which meant that he was as far away from it as possible. Erisi was nearly incapable of forgiveness, at least when it came to someone completely dismantling his previous life and forcing him into a new one. There was something about such life changing events that he did not desire that made I'shan completely unforgivable. So, fuck I'shan. There were plenty of people who he'd like to socialize with more. Besides, Indivara was on the couch too, and her face was hideous.

It was sad. She probably wouldn't have been too bad if she hadn't been horribly scarred.

"Okay, so, which one are you?" It was no question who he was greeting so casually. Ryvian had happened to be far enough away from the couch to be Erisi's obvious choice. The twin was still hot, if not completely infuriating... but Erisi found those to be pleasant mixes from time to time. C'mon, he put up with D'hys dragging him off every now and again. "I'm not going to bother to guess," he continued. Erisi likely wouldn't care if he was being told the wrong name. He'd likely still call the twin he was with Vian.

Ryvian turned around from the small spread of food to find Erisi being his usual grumpy self. It oddly worked on the man and the twin was pretty sure he’d told Erisi that a time or two before or after getting him between the sheets. It was part of the fun of playing with him! The weyrling was completely different in bed, usually, it all depended on if he was getting his way. Ryvian liked to play around but he wasn’t much into mind games or games of dominance in bed like someone like D’hys. He just wanted to have fun! The same could be said about Erisi not knowing he was a twin. Ryvian hadn’t purposely led the weyrling to believe that and neither had Nyvian. They didn’t hide when one was with Erisi and they figured everyone within the weyr knew who they were and that they came in a pair. Why wouldn’t someone know there were twins – sexy ones at that – running around?

“Ryvian,” he grinned, knowing full well Erisi would never know which one was which and he’d still call them Vian like everyone else. Sometimes he wondered how many people remembered they had their own names and what they were. “And no guessing needed. It’s why we get called Vian. We answer to that as easily as our proper names.” Indivara was good at getting their names right though it sometimes seemed like luck. At the thought of their female friend, Ryvian glanced over at her and saw her still sitting far too comfortably beside D’hys. The man was hot and amazing in bed but he was so frustrating as well! He got lovers easily and didn’t care if they were marked as someone else’s target that night. No doubt D’hys would end up with Nyvian, Indivara, and I’shan before the party ended. Bastard.

“Glad you still wanted to come by. You know the drill. Make yourself at home and have fun, Erisi!”

Erisi still wasn't sure he believed Ryvian when the twin told him his name. He also wasn't sure he wanted to call the twin 'Ryvian', just in case the Candidate was pulling a fast one on him. When he thought about it, though, he doubted anyone could tell them apart anyways. Who in Faranth's name would know if he was calling the twin by the wrong name when they couldn't confirm who it was to begin with? Erisi was probably safe to call Ryvian whatever he sharding well pleased. The twin deserved it after holding back the not-so-secret secret that he was a twin. Erisi desperately wanted to know if he had slept with both, or who he had been sleeping with the most. Unsurprisingly, the twins were tight lipped over the ordeal.

He was sure Ryvian derived some pleasure from having to tell Erisi his name, but the Weyrling refused to be ruffled by having to ask for it. "I think that's part of the problem. I'm never sure which one I'm ending up with. I still don't know, for a matter of fact." Maybe if the twins had insisted on being called by their respective names, Erisi hadn't been caught in the embarrassment revelation that they were twins. He would have caught on far more quicker if they had not liked being called Vian!

"I actually," and he reached around Ryvian to grab a glass of wine off of the table, "just came for the wine." Unsurprisingly, he hadn't brought any himself. If he was going to attend to this party, he expected to be treated like the Lord Holder that he should have been destined to be. With a smug smile, he took a small sip. "I'm supposed to be catching up to Valerian, where ever he may be. Charath has a built-in radar for him, so I'm not too concerned."

I do not!

'Where is he?'

I'm not telling you after that.

'I am sure he is direly missing your company.'

Fuck off.

“Hullow,” Indivara drawled in response to D’hys, an eyebrow arching up above her eye, the action pulling at the scarring that had come to a halt so dangerously close to the blue within. It was something Indivara had been reminded of so many times as her face was healing – how lucky she was not to have lost her eye! In the end, it had taken decking someone and giving them a black eye to shut up the constant comment. As if the girl hadn’t been aware of how close she’d come to losing it! It had taken weeks before the swelling had gone down enough that she could actually use it again!

The clearly examining look D’hys’ gave the girl was met with Indivara’s more or less infamous and very frank you-just-got-friend-zone’d expression, not an ounce of apology at all visible as her eyebrows went up slightly and a smirk flickered over the edge of her lips. D’hys was a slut, too, and one she knew was wont to collect notches on the bedpost, though she hadn’t heard much in the way of what type of gossip he was. Considering his current courtship with V’zire, Indivara was inclined to think him close lipped about his exploits – at least presently! But she was not so inclined to add to his ego, and the girl had no desire to see the look of disgust or horror in the vain bluerider’s eyes when he got a good look at her scars.

Nyvian’s suggestion had Indivara respond by flicking the bird in Nyvian’s direction, giving the twin a sideways look that clearly said he should know her better.  As if Indivara would ever get on her knees for any bluerider, no matter how hot he might be! The man in question’s ego was probably bigger than he was, and Indivara certainly wasn’t about to increase it; especially not when cutting it down to size would be far more enjoyable in the long run! But first, she had a twin to scold!

Leaning across D’hys provocatively, Indivara smirked wickedly at Nyvian, fluttering her lashes sweetly, a play that would take far more alcohol in the young man’s system before he would ever become stupid enough to buy, but one that was far too much fun to pass up. “Have we taken up the dream of viewing what we’ll never experience, Nyvian? I did not think you would give up on your dreams so easily.”

D’hys wasn’t concerned by the brush off he received since he hadn’t been putting any effort into scoring with the girl in any way that evening. There were chances enough down the line to get her bent over for him, especially with the way she was known to linger around flights now. He’d have to make a point of entering a flight Zeianth and he weren’t interested in so he could grab her for a spin; especially now that he was supposed to behave and show an interest in V’zire. Given the current crowd, though, he knew he could get away with a little fun in public and a lot more in private afterwards. Throwing one arm around Nyvian’s shoulder and letting his free hand idly toy with Indivara’s hair while she leaned over him, D’hys left them both to their bickering as his attention turned to scoping out everyone else that had turned up.

It wasn’t too surprising to see Erisi in the small crowd and already hitting up a twin. The man’s interests seemed to align nicely with the twins though D’hys also knew the poor little weyrling hadn’t known they were exactly that and assumed he was always socializing with one man. He had sadly not been present when the truth was found out as that would have been a fun sight to see. It wasn’t the end of the world though and D’hys had no interest in even teasing Erisi over it. Their relationship didn’t exactly involve a lot of talking as they were purely sexual and he was happy to keep it that way. In fact, he could use Erisi that night but D’hys felt his interests were already aligning with the twin at his side. Ryvian and Indivara could keep each other entertained; he’d get to them another night.