Tongue Tied
Dragonsfall Weyr
Amber Hills Hold
Vintner Hall
Healer Hall
Hidden Meadows
Dolphin Cove Weyr
Dolphin Hall
Emerald Falls Hold
Harper Hall
Printer Hall
Green Valley Hold
Leeward Lagoon Hold
Barrier Lake Weyr
Sunstone Seahold
Citrus Bay Hold
Writers: Devin, Patrick
Date Posted: 19th March 2007
Characters: N'call, N'vanik
Description: N'call's difficulty with women is a source of entertainment for N'vanik.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 2, day 15 of Turn 4
"You're just, not my type." She told N'call as they sat at the table. "I'm sorry." She patted his arm in sympathy and left. N'call sighed.
"Just my luck." He mouned slamming his head into his crossed arms on the table.
"Now _that_ was the funniest thing I've seen all day,"
N'vanik said from farther down the table. "Thanks. You're a _real_ big help to my self esteem."
N'call gave him a look that could burn Thread. "How would you do it?" He asked bitterly.
N'vanik shrugged. "Something like 'Hey, want to have some fun? Let's go to your weyr.' That seems to work well enough."
"Yeah for you." N'call shoved his head back onto the tabel and continued to talk through his arms. "I can never seem to get myself to say that, or say anything that makes sense. At least when I want to anyway."
**And the fact that your face isn't marred doesn't hurt.**
"You could keep it really simple." N'vanik moved down to sit across from N'call. "'You. Me. Sex. Now."" He chuckled. "Or are four words too much to handle?"
"Oh its not he words that I have trouble with, its making my toungue say them in a way that isn't rude. Knowing my mouth I'd probably end up saying somthing like, 'You. Sex. Me. Now!' and then I'd slink off somewhere to feel stupid." N'call raised his head from te table and tilted his head back, brushing the hair out of his eyes.
N'vanik rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Yeah, slinking off is really going to improve your chances."
"What else am I supposed to do?" N'call slammed his head back on the table. Glad his arm was there to soften the blow.
"Stop whining for one. That's just pathetic." He thought for a moment and shrugged. "Although I guess some women might go for the sorry loser thing."
N'call sat up and gave N'vanik a look that could have peeled his skin, if he'd had a mind for it. "We prefer to be called pouters." He said with mild disdain, trying to make light the situation.
N'vanik didn't even try to hold back his laugh. "Maybe you could start a club? The Dragonsfall Pouters Club.
Has a nice ring to it." He kept on laughing.
Despite his bad mood he couldn't help but grin with N'vanik's laughter. "Maybe I should. We could meet and all moun about our problems." His grin stayed.
**I guess laughter really is the best medicine.** "But I just can't _start_ conversations. You know. I just get my tongue all tied up." He'd never talked much to N'vanik before, but the man was pretty good at listening, except when he was drunk.
"That's what makes watching you such good entertainment," N'vanik said. "And the way she patted your arm was just priceless."
"I'm sure it will provide you with worthy material for sevenday's to come." N'call said at his most sarcastic.
"If I get bored, I'll send women your way just so I can watch," he grinned.
"I'll be sure to watch my back then." N'call grinned back, glad this hadn't brought him down too much.
Last updated on the March 22nd 2007