Maegannon
03-25-2008, 08:08 AM
((This is open and free, and I'm going to pester FL people to come post cause I'm evil and I can. All names (save Fynnes cause it was just to good an opertunity to pass up. Sorry Fynne!) are used with permission!))
Maegannon juggled two full trays of ale precariously as she walked towards the rather large group of laughing patrons seated at the tables in the Pig and Whistle. She grumbled.
"So how did I get stuck getting the drinks?" she asked loudly over the roar.
"Because you're nice?" Xalisha yelled back, grinning prettily from her chair as Mae handed her a drink.
"Because you're gullible, Maemae. " Tra piped in, taking a mug for herself.
"They got ye there Mae" Thunderbelly rumbled, a chuckle in his throat as he grabbed himself a mug.
"Sorry Mae. Want some help?" Isabea asked as Mae set a mug of ale in front of her.
"No I'm okay 'Bea. Thank you though" She paused a moment. "Thunder, why are you sitting with all the priestesses?"
"Becoz I'm smart."
Mae snorted. The table of human priestesses snickered.
"HEY!"
"..and there I was, standing on a mound of dead bodies, my sword gleaming in the sunlight, women swooning at the sight.." Kaldore's voice floated towards Mae's extra large elf ears as she walked around to the head table.
"Right, Kal, my Felguard gets more action then you do." Cid said sarcastically, "Oh, thank you Mae."
"So they were the Orphanage kids then?" Myrdynn snickered.
"Thats what it sounds like to me." Orin chuckled
"No, I'm telling you. It was all true, and very sexy." Kaldore protested, his chest puffed out for emphasis.
"Kaldore, you couldn't tear himself out of a wet paperbag, let alone kill a hundred orcs. Stop trying to steal my thunder." Fynne smirked, his hands folded across his chest.
Mae threaded her way around the pub, winking at the always quiet Heidenreich sitting with Pilchard, Calliona, Melodee, Brockk, and Setzer. Each took a mug and thanked her. Why all the Draenei were sitting together was beyond her. She barely even noticed it, they did it so often. She caught snipits of the conversation, something about Myrdynn, but she couldn't understand most of it, so she kept on walking. Well, wobbling.
"Eh, Maegannon! Bring'er 'here so I can git some too!" Throwadin slurred from across the room. She sighed and wandered over. Dwaves.
A voice attached to no one in particular jumped out of the shadows, "Thank you Mae Mae."
Mae jumped, almost spilling the remaining drinks all over the place. "For the love of all thats natural and green in this world, Voridor, don't DO that!"
Voridor chuckled, "Sorry, force of habbit." and winked before walking back towards the main table.
She sighed as she walked the now empty trays back towards the bar.
Maegannon juggled two full trays of ale precariously as she walked towards the rather large group of laughing patrons seated at the tables in the Pig and Whistle. She grumbled.
"So how did I get stuck getting the drinks?" she asked loudly over the roar.
"Because you're nice?" Xalisha yelled back, grinning prettily from her chair as Mae handed her a drink.
"Because you're gullible, Maemae. " Tra piped in, taking a mug for herself.
"They got ye there Mae" Thunderbelly rumbled, a chuckle in his throat as he grabbed himself a mug.
"Sorry Mae. Want some help?" Isabea asked as Mae set a mug of ale in front of her.
"No I'm okay 'Bea. Thank you though" She paused a moment. "Thunder, why are you sitting with all the priestesses?"
"Becoz I'm smart."
Mae snorted. The table of human priestesses snickered.
"HEY!"
"..and there I was, standing on a mound of dead bodies, my sword gleaming in the sunlight, women swooning at the sight.." Kaldore's voice floated towards Mae's extra large elf ears as she walked around to the head table.
"Right, Kal, my Felguard gets more action then you do." Cid said sarcastically, "Oh, thank you Mae."
"So they were the Orphanage kids then?" Myrdynn snickered.
"Thats what it sounds like to me." Orin chuckled
"No, I'm telling you. It was all true, and very sexy." Kaldore protested, his chest puffed out for emphasis.
"Kaldore, you couldn't tear himself out of a wet paperbag, let alone kill a hundred orcs. Stop trying to steal my thunder." Fynne smirked, his hands folded across his chest.
Mae threaded her way around the pub, winking at the always quiet Heidenreich sitting with Pilchard, Calliona, Melodee, Brockk, and Setzer. Each took a mug and thanked her. Why all the Draenei were sitting together was beyond her. She barely even noticed it, they did it so often. She caught snipits of the conversation, something about Myrdynn, but she couldn't understand most of it, so she kept on walking. Well, wobbling.
"Eh, Maegannon! Bring'er 'here so I can git some too!" Throwadin slurred from across the room. She sighed and wandered over. Dwaves.
A voice attached to no one in particular jumped out of the shadows, "Thank you Mae Mae."
Mae jumped, almost spilling the remaining drinks all over the place. "For the love of all thats natural and green in this world, Voridor, don't DO that!"
Voridor chuckled, "Sorry, force of habbit." and winked before walking back towards the main table.
She sighed as she walked the now empty trays back towards the bar.