Whiskey in Mind

[quarrelsomecat]

WHO || Tybalt, Amrita anyone who might be wandering by or having a drink.
WHAT || Tybalt indulges in his second favorite pastime and runs into another squire on his way out.
WHERE ||  The Castle Bar, first floor
WHEN || Tuesday, Mar 12th, early evening
HOW || Prose OR Actionspam

Tybalt had spent most of the day in the training room, practicing with his sword and generally doing a little too well at avoiding the company of his fellow squires. It wasn't as if he particularly disliked any of them, he just had never been the best at social interactions. In fact, in general he was terrible at them. His blunt honesty had a tendency of stirring up fights, and Tybalt's enjoyment of those fights had never left much drive to stop being the prickly feline he was. He could be plenty civil, but he bristled at anything he considered a personal insult. It just wasn't very conducive to making friends.

He spends most of the latter half of the day in the castle bar until late in the evening when he finally decides to head to his bedroom. It's possible he might even get into actual conversations with people at the bar. He's his most personable when he has a drink in his hand. Otherwise it's just as likely to bump into him on his way out. A bit softened around the edges by alcohol and less prone to start a fight.

Come prod the feline prickly pear.

Comments

Fortitude Save maybe?

[quarrelsomecat]

[Tybalt had been doing his best to ignore those knights. He really was trying not to start fights that Wynn might hear about later. Still he had been tempted more than a few times, and had no problem snickering at them when the pair of them collapsed.

He straightened when the woman arrived however, a well dressed lady, and one who seemed to know very well what she was doing.

After a moment of watching them he cleared his throat, getting to his feet with a little less-than-steady legwork of his own. And how lucky he was not to lose his balance, because there was little a cat liked less than others being witness to any slips of pride. Thank whatever gods or powers were responsible for his constitution (and his liver).]

They seemed to be enjoying themselves quite a bit.

[layonhands]

[ a fortitude save vs. drunkenness! 15 or above will be fine, 10-15 is a little tipsy, less than 10 equals oh god, going straight to his head...

Risa looks over at him when he comments, and then clucks her tongue as she shakes her head ] Too much, maybe.

I don't know if they're ever going to learn if I just fix them up so easily.

[quarrelsomecat]

[21, Tybalt is a very lucky feline. He gives a slight smirk at her comment, eying the drunken knights with a shade of amusement.]

I say let them suffer their hangovers. They knew what they were getting into when they started.

[layonhands]

[ she looks sorely tempted by the idea... ] I don't know how compassionate that would be.

[quarrelsomecat]

[Oh that was a grin]

A little tough love could do them some good. How will they learn if they don't have to face the consequences?

[layonhands]

It would be nice not to have to run every time someone put themselves in a bad spot here.

[quarrelsomecat]

We could just move them back to their rooms and leave them to suffer their own bad decisions where they won't be in anyone's way.

[layonhands]

If you're offering to help carry them. I don't think I can handle it alone.

[quarrelsomecat]

Why not. We are a team, are we not? It would be irresponsible of me not to help a lady in need.

[He straightened his jacket and gave her a smile. It was probably improper not to refer to her as Sir, but his upbringing was deeper rooted than the Knights code. What he remembered of it.]

[layonhands]

[ she doesn't seem to mind, smiling slightly and extending a delicate hand ] Risa, by the way.

[quarrelsomecat]

Tybalt.

[He shakes her hand with a slightly lopsided smile and a gentle grip. Not how he expected his evening to end, but despite outward appearances and attitude, the prickly cat wasn't a bad guy. He could be really rather charming and friendly if he had a reason to be.]

Do you know where their rooms are?

[layonhands]

No... but luckily, there's a spell for that. [ she draws up the sun shaped pendant at her neck and holds it aloft. ] Show me.

[quarrelsomecat]

A spell?

[Tybalt arches a brow at that, watching her and that pendant with interest. He hasn't seen a lot of magic first hand, so spells are interesting.]

[layonhands]

It helps me find the easiest path to whatever I'm looking for.