Once More With Feeling

[w0rmy]

Where the fuck are you Gerard?

“No! Get fucked, you revolting man!” Isleen snapped, throwing her hand in the air as if the rid a fly. She did not appreciate drunk, hairy men coming onto her, especially peasant such as this one before her. Her blue eyes were like ice and her plump lips pressed into a frown. “Did you honestly think, man, that a woman like myself would ever socialise with a disgusting being like you?” Isleen asked coldly, folding her thin but full arms over her breasts. She looked like an angry teenager, hell, she might as well be a teenager. Isleen did not act her age and people always assumed that the woman was younger. Only few days back, a round lady had asked where Isleen mother was and if she was lost. “If you hadn’t noticed,” she continued, tone still very cold, “I am a married woman and I am not one for infidelity.” Isleen held out her smooth, thin hand which bore the sign of marriage. The ring glinted dully in the poorly lit tavern. The man grunted, a little startled but the woman’s behaviour. It was obvious that he had not expected such behaviour and that it would no use to… seduce a fiery girl like that. With a shrug soon followed by a grunt, the drunkard stumbled off, tripping over his feet occasionally. Isleen couldn’t suppress the giggle which left her lips. The laughter was not muffled behind fingers, it would be heard by all.

Isleen looked around the inn but found no husband. She could not see her lover’s masculine figure and it disappointed her greatly. Why was he here? Was he… cheating? The thought of Gerard cheating made Isleen quite angry... but pushing out the thought, she took a chair and sat down. Isleen crossed her legs, her ankles were showing but did she care? Not one bit. Isleen wasn\'t  a proper woman after all, she was no lady of class... just some bar wench.

Gerard, Gerard, Geeeeraaaad. Where the fuck are you? Leave me all alone where big, sweaty, meaty, smelly, shitty, ugly men thrive! I’m going to shank you when you get here…

Isleen smiled through out the whole time she thoughts this. Their relationship was strange but she loved the man… even if the two had only been together for ten months. One thing however Isleen wasn\'t happy about how poor they were, she couldn’t even get the right gloss! And what was worse, Isleen had no good dresses. They were all the same colour, brown and green. She hated those colours. Why can’t she have some blue, or even a patch of purple?

“Stupid.”

[Kysis]

The sudden yelling startled Rico, his looking up sharply and blinking.  The rogue sitting across from him looked a bit irritated, but Rico told him to shut it, listening to the argument which was going on.  Actually, it was more of a one-sided beating.  It was the man’s fault though.  Too drunk to even think straight.  Rico hated those types, going back to listening to the fair lad across from him.  The two had been flirting for a little while, but Rico was not all that interested.  In fact, Rico was sure if the two of them did end up in bed, the rogue would just rob him blind.  Not worth it.

The laugh made him look up again, Rico’s eyes locking on the platinum blond woman.  Rico had always had a thing for blonds, especially with the paler spectrum of such hair, and blue eyes of course.  Not that he was building a description of his liege, but he was.  Rico was more interested in her at the moment than he was of the rogue.  The rogue was not too happy either, standing up and storming off.  That was easy riddance.  Good riddance too.

Rico stood, straightening the royal blue of his tunic, giving a sweep over his black pants and matching boots as he walked.  His cloak was neatly folded, tucked under his left arm.  Rico had a sword at his side, a nice one, a gift from the Lord Liari for his birthday last.  It seemed safest to be armed in such parts, and especially such a tavern.  Rico liked the danger, the thrill of it.

Sitting not to far from the miffed lady, Rico took a look around before addressing her, making what seemed to be an obvious observation. “Waiting for someone, m’Lady?”  After the last reaction he had seen, Rico knew to be cautious.  He did not want his balls cut off.  From the sounds of it, the lady was fully capable as well.  However, something struck him as off.  The way she spoke, it was not like a barwench would.  In fact, it sounded noble.  There was good breeding behind that voice, which was what made Rico the most curious.  Why would a lady be masquerading as a bar hand?

[w0rmy]

Isleen drummed her fingers against the wooden table top. This was boring. Where on earth was Gerard? If he wasn’t going to turn up anytime soon, she was going to deny him any sort of foreplay… tonight at least. But even that trivial threat seemed unlikely, Isleen just liked to torment the older man. It was fun and she loved seeing him scowl. Isleen sighed rather deeply and began to fiddle with her ring, twisting it around and around her long finger. Even though she was annoyed with the lateness, Isleen wished dearly for her husband. It was lonely.

Almost falling asleep where she sat, Isleen was startled upon being addressed so formally. She almost didn’t believe it. Her lips pressed together in a frown and for a moment, nothing was uttered. The woman took her time in scanning the other’s features, wondering what kind of family this man came from and most importantly, what was the stranger’s intention? Moving her left hand into the light, Isleen offered the smallest of all smiles.

“Oh, good evening.” She responded, tucking a strand behind her ear. “Ah yes, I’m waiting for my husband to arrive. He is late.” Isleen added bitterly, making it obvious that she lacked patience. She sighed and continued “I’m surprised that you came up me, sir. There aren’t many that come up to me and wish to strike a conversation. I hope you don’t have other things in mind…  That would be most unfortunate.” She raised an eyebrow however made no further comment. Isleen was rather eager for the response.

[DoTheLimbo]

“Leave me alone you silly woman.” Gerard had no patience for the bar wench that kept trying to get him to come upstairs to ‘clean’. He wanted to hurry up and finish his menial work for the night. Gerard glanced out the window, his mind obviously on leaving as the woman shrugged and walked off. He finished stocking some more alcohol on the shelf before shoving the wooden box under the counter. The Scowling Boar was so boring and Gerard couldn’t wait to leave and meet Isleen in Falcon’s Mask. He wiped down the counter quickly before gathering whatever tips he had earned that night. With not even giving a nod to the other employees, Gerard headed out of the inn. He was anxious to see his wife for various reasons. First, he hadn’t seen her all day because they had disjointed shifts. Second, he knew she would be pleased by the tips he had earned for the day. Third, he was late and Gerard knew very well that the woman would be angry. Clinking the coins in his palm, he stared at the amount. He wondered why he had to work so hard for such a measly amount. It was so unfair.

It took him a fair amount of time to travel to the other inn. He figured it was worth it. Gerard was unable to afford the drinks in Scowling Boar and he hated being reminded of it. At least Falcon’s Mask, it was much cheaper to get drunk. He shoved the coins into the pouch on his belt. They clinked together every time he stepped. Placing a hand on the pouch to muffle the sound, he rounded a corner before the inn came into view. Gerard paused to check his reflection in a grimy nearby shop window. Running his fingers through his hair, he frowned to see it had become rather greasy. He had been unable to get a bath in a couple days, allowing Isleen to take the little hot water they were allowed. Disgusted at the hair, Gerard continued on his way. He hoped Isleen wouldn’t notice, but he knew better. The woman hated it when Gerard was looking less than perfect. As he thought about Isleen, Gerard absently fixed his beige tunic. There were numerous stains that had been split on him over the course of working already. The stains matched the ones on his dark green pants. He went back to touch the things on his belt. There was the pouch of coin, beside that a dagger. Then on the other side, opposite of Gerard’s dominant hand, was an arming sword in a dark red sheath. He hated the sword. It was the first thing he had bought in Oberon and was no where close to the quality of the one he was forced to leave at home.

Gerard reached the inn finally. He opened the door, his body already beginning to relax a bit at the sight of a bar where he didn’t have to work. Instead he could be the rude customer. It was a pleasing situation. Walking in, Gerard tracked some mud into the floor on his boots but didn’t bother to attempt to clean the shoes off. His focus was now on two things. Getting booze and finding Isleen. He decided to get booze first. After all, he was finding lately it was smart to start drinking and then talk to Isleen rather than the other way around.

Once Gerard had ordered a few flasks of drinks, he leaned against the counter looking around for Isleen. His gaze scanned lazily over the crowd before finally landing on a fair woman. While dressed in plain clothes, Gerard couldn’t help but smile at the magnificent beauty the lady held no matter what. A surge of pride began in his chest but it was quickly squashed out as he noticed her talking to another man. The pride was instantly replaced with jealousy.

Grabbing the flasks that the bartender now held out, Gerard strode over to where Isleen sat. He set the flasks down on the table. A glower was dark on his face. He leaned down however and gave Isleen a rather rough kiss on the cheek, “They had me work overtime.” He explained his lateness before bringing his attention to Rico. Gerard wrapped his arm over Isleen’s shoulders, still standing. He was making it very clear that Isleen belonged to him. Gerard glared down at the other male. “Making new friends, I see?” His tone was anything but friendly and sounded more bitter than anything else. His fists ached for a fight. He loosened his hold on Isleen, moving away from her and closer to Rico, “You see that ring on her finger,” He pointed at Isleen’s hand but kept his glare on Rico, “That means she already has a man unless you Oberon commoners didn’t know.” Gerard held up his hand right in Rico’s face, showing the matching ring he wore. His ring was more scuffed and had numerous scratches in it. It also was rather tight on his muscular fingers.

[Kysis]

Rico took a little bit of time thinking on his answer, wondering what he should say.  The young Retainer was slumming, which Lord Liari would no doubt chastise him for.  But should he tell that to a woman who looked like a noble stuck in common clothes?  Or was she slumming too.  Rico had seen the ring, scanning it to appraise the value-- not for theft, but to decide if the woman really was disjuncted from their surroundings.  Rico could not really tell.  Oh well.

His mouth was open and ready to speak when it was interrupted, but a rather grungy looking man.  What would such a clean woman be doing with that... Rico could not think of a good word in English to suit his chain of thoughts.  With cool blue eyes, he watched the whole thing unfold, the speech, the jealousy seething in every word.  The man did not sound very secure in his position.

Commoner!?!?!

Gracefully, Rico stood up, one hand resting on the table, fingers tapping lightly.  The thumb of his other hand was hooked comfortably on his baldric, very close to the bottom side of the sword\'s quillion, and above that the hilt, carefully wrapped.  It was good Liari steel, of which Rico was proud to own.  A brown brow was cocked at the show, though a charming smile did light his lips.

"Excuse me, Sir." Rico made an emphasis on accentuating the strength of his Greek accent here, thick and full of life like his homeland. "I was only making sure the Lady was unharmed after that insulting advance by the drunkard.  Please, pardon my intrusion." There was a mocking bite to the formality Rico cultured into his voice, his giving a sweeping glance over the man again, just to make sure he had gotten everything right the first time again.  That man had absolutely no right to call Rico of all people a commoner.  Rico\'s hair was clean, skin unsmudged, hands unworn for the most part, minus a few rough spots from using a sword.  And Rico was the commoner?

[w0rmy]

Isleen’s gaze was averted upon seeing the arrival of her husband, her glossed lips curling into a smile. Though disgruntled about the late arrival, she was all the same relieved to see the familiar, handsome face. Absently, the woman lifted a hand to smooth out the wrinkles in her dress. She wanted to look her best in front of Gerard but that worry soon evaporated. It looked like Gerard had just come from work. He didn’t even bother to make himself look decent! Scowling but never the less greeted her husband. “Good evening, Gerard. This is…” Isleen frowned. Who was this man again? She was about to ask for a name till Gerard spoke over her, growling rather savagely at the other man.

“Oh Talon.” Isleen exclaimed, rolling her eyes and slapping Gerard’s arm lightly. “He is not doing anything, you silly, silly man. He is quite right, you know.” She added, folding her arms and pouting. “This absolutely, revolting man walked up and actually attempted to woo me. If you had arrived on time, none of this would have happened.” Taking hold of Gerard’s hand and entwining their fingers, trying to urge the man to sit. “Just sit and calm down, for Talon’s sake.”

She sighed rather heavily and looked over at Rico. She still didn’t know his name. “Don’t think anything of his behaviour, he is such a radical.” Isleen laughed, slapping her husband’s arm playfully. “His name is Gerard and I am Isleen. And who may you be?” Isleen flicked her hair back and waited for a response. She was rather curious to hear the man’s name. He sounded like a foreigner… but then again, so did Isleen. She had a slight Welsh accent. Isleen reached for a flask and lifted it to her lips, making it clear that the woman was no novice when it came to drinking.

[DoTheLimbo]

Gerard continued to glare at Rico. He glanced down at the man’s sword. Another wave of envy hit him hard. He now realized that perhaps this wasn’t just another commoner. Gerard wasn’t going to apologize for his previous assumption however. He noticed the thick Greek accent, it was almost as thick as his own Scottish accent. Gerard’s fingers twitched before curling up to make fists. He wasn’t very pleased or cared for the explanation Rico was giving. All he knew was that his adrenaline was pleading for a fight.

He opened his mouth to snap at the man again but Isleen spoke up before him. Gerard looked down at his wife. His glare softened as he saw her pout. The man’s gaze lingered on the soft lips. A soft red blushed on Gerard’s cheeks as Isleen reprimanded him. At Isleen’s demand more than suggestion to sit down, Gerard looked back at Rico. He gave a rather threatening look before sitting down beside Isleen.

Gerard grumbled when Isleen slapped his arm again. Folding his arms over his chest, his glare had reduced to a mere sulking frown. He reached out and grabbed a flask. The man tilted it back, taking a rather large gulp before setting it roughly back on the table. He continued to peer at Rico suspiciously, but allowed his wife to take control and still converse with the other male. Gerard glanced back at Isleen before taking another gulp out of his flask. It was apparent that the combination of his wife and his booze was able to quell his masculine pride for the time being.

[Kysis]

Ahhhh.  Instantly Rico knew who really wore the pants in the situation, and suddenly the situation explained himself.  A noblewoman and a commoner.  That would explain why the woman looked so out of place, and sounded it too.  She even called him a radical rather than something more uncouth, which he had heard enough of while in the tavern.  Rico just liked the imminent danger, not the vulgar language.  It was a breath of fresh air, really, even with the death glares he was getting.

When the other two had finally sat, Rico did so himself, listening carefully to the introduction.  The couple reminded Rico of a noblewoman and a hunting dog, in all reality, but he kept such thoughts to himself.  They had to be together for some reason, so Rico did not press it.  With that show earlier as well, the woman making such a huge deal over the wedding ring and all.

“Rico Licosa, Retainer to the Lord Liari.”  Rico nodded his head with that introduction, making sure to include his title, eyes finding Gerard with the speaking of it.  Yes, he served a lord.  He wanted that very clear.  Now, if only the man would stop posturing long enough to hear what he was saying. “How long have you two been married?”

In all reality, Rico did not care in the slightest, but it seemed like a natural direction for the conversation to go, considering how he had just met Gerard.  Very insecure man.  Mentally Rico was laughing, considering his own preference for the male gender completely made such jealousy ridiculous.  Not that Rico would say anything.  It was far too funny to just sit and watch.  Yes, Rico rather liked the Lady’s hair, but that was for other reasons.

[w0rmy]

As soon as Gerard had taken his seat, Isleen took his hand and entwined her fingers with his. Her hand though small fit rather snugly with the man’s larger hand. Isleen glanced at her husband and frowned, not particularly happy by Gerard’s sulking. Deciding to ignore the man for the time being, Isleen returned her attention to the stranger before her. She could tell that the stranger wasn’t a commoner. He was far too clean and polite, not to mention the garb he was wearing.

Blue!

 There was blue on the tunic! It was her favourite colour. For a moment, her gaze lingered upon the splash of colour… how she missed her dresses. They were probably in her old bedroom, slowly being eaten away by moths and never to be worn again… how sad. Blinking and with a light blush, she returned eye contact. She didn’t want to be caught staring at the blue of the man’s tunic, it would make it plainly obvious of her status. Not that the stranger probably wasn’t aware, no noble woman would be caught dead in clothes such as these.

“A retainer of Lord Liari? I have never heard of him.” She stated idly, “Well, it’s a pleasure meeting you, Rico, despite the previous… circumstances.” Isleen offered a friendly smile but said no more. She would wait for the other to strike conversation, it seemed to fit. Though, it would be interesting to see if her husband would pipe up. Isleen looked at her husband and grinned, as if trying to urge him on.  “Oh!” Isleen turned to face Rico again, rather startled by the sudden question. “Roughly ten months, why do you ask?” She paused, “Are you married too, Rico?”  

Isleen was proud of herself. She was actually having a conversation with someone that didn’t consist of slurs and obscenity. It was strange but somewhat relieving. Relaxing even. Not that is mattered really, the only person Isleen really spoke to was Gerard, she didn’t really like the other women at the Scowling Boar… mainly because they kept trying to woo Gerard. In fact, Isleen abhorred those women. Those hags.  

[DoTheLimbo]

Gerard continued to drink out of his flask. He continued to survey Rico with suspicion.  The man glanced over at Isleen before going back to caring to his drink. It wasn’t long before it was already empty and Gerard grabbed a second one. His soft blush stayed on his cheeks and was starting to darken. He refused to keep eye contact with Rico, barely paying attention to what the man was saying. Gerard just wanted the man to go away so he could talk to his wife. So, Rico was a retainer. He scoffed loudly after hearing that. Gerard wished he could just let the man know that he was a lord… or at least use to be. The man took another big gulp at this thought.

He listened to Isleen’s reply absently. Gerard set the second empty flask on the table with a loud thunk. He slumped back in his seat. The man was in a rather sour mood. He continued to hold onto Isleen’s gentle hand. Gerard glanced over at the woman seeing a rather expecting look as if to speak. He just grumbled under his breath.

Gerard glanced over at Rico before looking back at Isleen. Now that the drinks were starting to take affect on him, he pulled on Isleen’s hand. Wrapping his other arm around the woman’s waist, he easily pulled over onto his lap. Gerard did not care if Rico was right there in front of him, he hadn’t’ seen his wife all day and wanted to spend ‘time’ with her. Leaning up, he briskly kissed the woman on the cheek. He hugged her tight, his gaze looking down at his wife’s chest instead of up at Isleen’s eyes. Gerard didn’t care if Isleen continued to speak to Rico, but he had no plans to join in.

[Kysis]

At the scoff, Rico darted a quick glare at Gerard.  As Retainer, Rico made very good pay (it probably helped to be Kysis’ best friend), so it was hardly something to scoff at.  In Greece, that title would have given him respect.  However, it was Oberon, and apparently, no one but the nobles knew who Kysis was.  That was sad.  For the business, not for him, Rico was sure the Lord would prefer his private life to remain as such anyway.

To her question, Rico shrugged.  Would he blunt?  Perhaps. “I wish I was married.” His smile was forced now, must have looked bitter at least, if not sour.  “My Lord is actually engaged right now, to the Captain of the Guard.” Definitely sour.

And in suit, Rico really wanted to change the subject.  However, the sudden transition of where the woman was sitting (and where Gerard was looking) also gave him a quick cover for his dislike of the pairing in the household he served. “You two are still like newly weds.  It’s refreshing to see at least someone happy here in Oberon.”  In after-thought, that was probably too harsh of judgment which slipped in about Lord Liari.  The man seemed happy.  Oh well.  Isleen and Gerard would read it how they did.  At least it was not so much of awkward silence any more.

[w0rmy]

Isleen sighed and rolled her eyes... however, she made no attempt to leave Gerard\'s arms. She was also perfectly aware of where her husband\'s eyes lingered, she just didn\'t bother telling him off. There was no point. He was drunk. Isleen sipped her goblet, setting it gently back onto the wooden table. It wouldn\'t be long till she entered the state as well.

"The captain of the Guard?" Isleen scoffed, playing with a strand of hair before tucking it behind her ear. Why would anyone to marry that... poor excuse of a woman. She had only seen Wilson once and hadn\'t been impressed but then again, it was to be expected. Wilson was captain of the Guard so it was no job for a little lady, Isleen for example. In fact, Isleen found that thought very funny and have difficulty concealing her amusement. Imagine that, a tiny blonde ruling a band of sweating men? What a thought! "... I would never imagine such a woman to wed…." Isleen remarked, more to herself than Rico. "That\'s nice for her. And your Lord." The woman paused, a smirk gracing her lips. She would never express her opinions outwardly, especially since Rico was the retainer of the Lord.  "I hope they have a wonderful life together." Isleen smiled, sipping at her goblet.

Isleen nearly chocked on the liquid upon hearing Rico\'s next words. They were amusing. Gerard’s and Isleen’s relationship couldn’t be called happy. They were always angry. "I\'m glad you think so. We have a complicated relationship, people have trouble understanding that." Isleen shrugged lightly, "So... you said you wished you were married? You shouldn\'t have trouble really but then again, marriage isn\'t for everyone." Isleen twirled her hair absently, "I\'m sure there are plenty successful people who are not married. I have yet to meet one though."

[DoTheLimbo]

Gerard continued to hold Isleen on his lap. As Rico and her continued to talk, he nuzzled his cheek against Isleen’s chest absently. It felt good to be so close to his wife’s breasts. He took a deep breath, smelling the woman’s scent. It smelled so good compared to the usual dirty bar whores at the inn he worked at. His hand rubbed Isleen’s hips. He felt a tad bit frustrated at the layers of clothing that was preventing him from touching her skin. The  man didn’t do anything about it though and just continued to rub.

He glanced up at Isleen, a hazy glare on his face. Gerard turned his drunken glower onto Rico. Isleen had been rambling on and on about some woman. His thoughts slowly tried to figure out who it was as he decided he was going to finally join in on the conversations. After a few seconds, he mumbled, “Captain of the guard…” He made a rather disgusted face before bringing his gaze straight back to Isleen’s chest.

Gerard groaned as he swayed a little bit on his seat. He glanced towards the bar. He wanted more to drink. His hearing pricked up when he heard the word marriage yet again from his wife’s lips. He snorted at the words that his wife was saying. Looking over at Rico, he leaned towards the other male for a moment, “Just between you and me,” He began even though his tone was quite loud enough for Isleen to hear too, “Don’t do it. Don’t marry. Once you do, you’ll regret it the next week.” He leaned even farther towards Rico, almost tipping Isleen off his lap. His tone stayed quite loud however, “They eat your soul.” He jerked his head towards Isleen. Giving a rather tense nod, he leaned back again as if proud of himself for giving Rico the warning.

[Kysis]

At the wishing well of Kysis and Captain Wilson, Rico scoffed, rolling his eyes.  Rico did not wish them well, nor could he ever.  The Captain was an mean woman, enjoyed seeing Rico squirm, making him uncomfortable whenever she could.  Rico had a room just down the hall from the two love-birds.  It was hard not to hear them.

Does Oberon let men marry men?  If not, I am stuck in a nasty dilemma here. Rico kept the thought to himself, sighing.  Seeing Gerard happily in a drink made Rico crave one, to take the edge off his mind.  A witty edge might help though, especially if anyone recognized him to be more than just the Lord Liari\'s Retainer, but also his bard.  Rico doubted anyone would know they were former lovers though.

What would happen to their marriage if that tid-bit got out?

The devilish idea struck Rico\'s mind, smirk twisting onto his lips.  Perhaps... Gerard\'s comment just opened the door too, Rico glancing from Gerard to Isleen, wondering if he would step on her toes by commenting to his remark.  Rico hoped not.  Perhaps Isleen would like a bit of noble gossip, since she seemed not far removed from such a thing (despite her rather grungy husband).

"Well, I am not sure if the Captain will even get to his soul, quite frankly." Rico leaned in now, giving them a conspiratorial look, lowering his voice closer to a whisper. "Kysis has a bit too much fondness for the male body to let her claws dig too deep." Rico gave a quick look around the room, as if being sure no one was looking, or listening.  However, Rico would want at least a few ears to hear.

Rico really did not want that marriage happening, and with the scandal of the prince still fresh on people\'s minds, this might be the perfect way to drive a wedge between Kysis and that man-beast-woman-thing.  Perhaps if the king even got word of it... Rico had to stop his mind from running so he would not shake at all, remaining calm, watching the couple before him with mischievous eyes.  He wondered who they might talk to.

[w0rmy]

Isleen eyed her husband’s lewd behaviour with frustration and possibly, disgust. She was in no mood for such a thing. She slapped Gerard’s ruefully and returned her gaze upon the young man. She opened her mouth to speak but was rudely interrupted by Gerard. “Excuse me, Gerard?” Isleen glared at the man, her full lips pressed together into a pout, “Let me say something. Unless you were lying, I was pretty sure you were desperate for my hand in marriage.” She paused, her lips curling into a mean smirk. She lifted a hand to twirl her hair, “You know Gerard. I only married you for your money and your looks… if it weren’t for the latter, I’d have left.” Isleen giggled to show she wasn’t serious… though, some money would be nice.

“Oh?” Isleen forward, her eyes alight with curiosity and longing. She loved gossip. Especially noble gossip.  “He is fond for the male body, you say? How interesting! It reminds me of father…” She paused, resting a finger upon her cheek as if in thought. “Anyway, if Lord Kysis is so fond of the male body… why on earth is he marrying this hag? I’d imagine he is a good looking man, yes?” Isleen laced her fingers together and stared rather expectantly at Rico. “… you don’t seem very happy about the marriage. Why is that?” She paused, her lips curled into a sneer, “Is it a jealousy issue, Rico?”

[DoTheLimbo]

A scoff left Gerard’s lips at the words spoken. He ignored the slap from Isleen. He was use to her small little punishments and they had no effect on him. The man rolled his eyes as Isleen spoke up in defense. He stayed quiet though letting the conversation continue without him. Gerard glanced over as Rico leaned in. His frown darkened a bit as he obviously was trying to process what the other was saying. The drunken blush on his cheeks darkened and he quickly brought his gaze away from Rico and to his wife’s chest.

He continued to rub at his wife’s hips. Leaning forward a little bit, he nuzzled his face against her shoulder. Gerard wanted another kiss from the woman now but she was already enamored with gossiping. Looking rather bitter, he closed his eyes and rested against Isleen.

His leg gently bounced Isleen as she began to talk about her father. Ugh, how he hated that man. If it wasn’t for him perhaps all of this could had been avoided. He moved his thoughts away from that however and instead opened his eyes to stare at his wife again. Gerard decided he would fall silent again and let the two talk.

[Kysis]

Ah-ha.  Rico had judged her correctly, former station and interests.  It seemed Isleen really was a fish out of water, which worked to Rico’s every advantage.  She would listen to any gossip he put out there.  Good.  Rico kept a smile on his lips, its shining in his eyes.  Perfect.  Did Isleen gossip with others, though?  That would decide just how effective this went.

At least he was not the target of her wrath.  Rico almost felt bad for Gerard.  Almost.  From the looks of it, he probably deserved Isleen’s sarcastic jab.  Rico had noticed her looking at the blue of his tunic before.  Was that regret he saw?

It didn’t matter.  Rico pulled his brain back into its tactics, the plans he started to formulate.  And then she accused him of jealousy.  A blush rose to Rico’s cheeks, just a light pink dusting, before he could stop it.  He blinked a few times.  It was like he had been running only to find himself running splat into a brick wall which he had not seen.  Oh dear.  If she saw it as jealousy, she might not take what he said as true.  That was not good at all.

“Jealous?  Hardly.  Even with the engagement, he still tries lavishing affection on me.  It makes things rather awkward.” Rico sighed.  He would rather not lie, but saying that Kysis had a keen interest in the male body was pushing it.  Yes, Kysis had lost his virginity to a man, but that hardly meant his like for the Captain, a woman, was untrue.  It was very true, and Rico wanted to break that.  How to answer that question right before the accusation, though?  Rico had almost forgotten it.

“And have you seen the Captain?  She might as well be a man.  I would not be surprised to learn she is.” Rico decided to divert attention away from himself by picking at the Captain, whom Isleen did not seem to like.  Hopefully she did not notice his blush in the lighting, or forgot about it.

[w0rmy]

Isleen squirmed in her seat. It was rather difficult to get comfortable when her hips were being rubbed. It was annoying and she wished that Gerard would stop. She slapped his hand. “You say…”  She leaned forward, her lips curled into a neat smirk. “So you mean, he tries to woo you?” Isleen let out a tinkling laugh and she made no attempt to silence it. It was so amusing. “What about you? How do you feel about it? Yes, you say it’s awkward but…” She trailed her fingers in circles upon the table top. Her eyes were dark with malice and excitement. It was such juicy gossip and she couldn’t wait to tell everyone back at work. Isleen looked Rico up and down, scanning his features with utmost interest. Such an interesting boy… “Oh yes. I have seen Wilson.” Isleen scrunched her face up in disgust. “I wouldn’t be surprised if she was a man either. Just look at her! No definition of waist or hips, it’s rather…” Isleen giggled. “Funny but icky at the same time. But I suppose a ‘lady’ can’t run a guard, yes? They need a man to do work like that.”

She twirled her hair absently, apparently in deep thought. “Rico, my dear.” The woman said suddenly, “I am curious but… why are you telling me this? You are meant to be a retainer of this… Lord? Yes? And yet… you’re not acting very loyal.” She tapped her nose. “Has Kysis displeased you? Feeling a bit rebellious?” Isleen paused, leaning forward so that only Rico would hear. “Or are you really jealous? It’s okay if you are!” She patted Rico’s hand. “I know how it works.”

[Kysis]

Rico had to think fast.  He could feel the lump forming in his throat, the butterflies battering his stomach.  Oh no.  If she knew, the rumor might fail.  Miserably.  There would have been no point in Rico telling it.  No new ears would hear it—

Before he started pulling out his hair, he had to say something.  Rico kept his smooth smile intact, not moving his hand away as Isleen’s ended up atop it.  It was not hard to be friendly, or to fake it.  How else had he ended up in a woman’s bed?  Faking interest and a tad too much to drink, both times.  Now he could spin a tale.  He did play at being a bard sometimes, right?

“As the Lord Liari’s Retainer, my first concern is his safety.  My second is his happiness.  I cannot make him realize just how unhappy a fruitless marriage would be.  I am worried everything will go awry and there will be one scary beast of a woman to deal with.” His tone was measured, showing a little bit of concern, but not enough to set off alarms… he hoped.  What Rico really wanted was for the Captain to leave Kysis.  If she left Kysis, he would realize just what he was missing by not being with Rico, and come to his senses.

Wouldn’t that be nice?

That smile alone kept the smile on his lips.  Rico wanted the rumor spread.  If he had to slip a few details about his moments with Kysis, so be it.  It was all to a higher end.

[DoTheLimbo]

Gerard was getting increasingly bored with the gossip going on. It seemed Isleen had found a friend. He groaned lightly to express his dislike of the conversation. At this point, he just wanted to take Isleen to the back alley or back to their quarters. He was done socializing and now that he had an adequate buzz, he was fine with leaving. But no, Isleen had to socialize and gossip away. Though at least, she was finding friends in Oberon.

When he got slapped again, Gerard suddenly stood up. He held onto Isleen to make sure she wouldn’t fall to the ground. Once standing, he set Isleen down on the chair. It wasn‘t as if he was interested in this sort of talk anyways. He walked away without excusing himself. It was obvious he was going back to the bar to get more booze.

Gerard reached the counter of the bar. He sat down and groaned loudly. Placing a hand on his forehead, he slumped forward. A sudden wave of weariness was upon him in a flash. He waved for the bartender to bring some more drinks over. As he waited, he began to lightly sleep. It was a little bit till the drinks were placed in front of him. He glanced over his shoulder towards his wife and Rico. They were still chatting it away. Not bothering to thank the bartender, he grabbed the drinks and slowly began to walk back. His feet slid against the floor as he went as slow as he possible could go.

Once he reached the table, he set down the drinks. Glowering, he looked over at Rico before sitting back down in another chair. He didn’t bother to say anything towards the conversation. After all, he wasn’t one to gossip or anything. He just wanted to spend time with Isleen.

[w0rmy]

Isleen startled upon the feeling the sudden movement of her husband. She watched him with a frown, her eyes dark with annoyance and curiosity. It had distracted her and Isleen didn’t want that all.  She wanted all of her focus upon Rico and that lovely gossip of his. Once Gerard had left, she settled into the chair by crossing her legs neatly, resting her little elbows against the table. Isleen was keen to hear more. “Yes, it would be a pain to get divorced… she would probably rip him apart in rage.” She shook her head in disgust. “She is like a work horse. The build of a work house, how icky. I don’t know how anyone could find that attractive.” Isleen shuddered. What a horrible thought.

“But… you care that much about your Lord?” She smiled. It certainly did interest her. Not once in her short life, had Isleen ever met someone so loyal. Was it even possible to be that loyal? The Welsh woman didn’t think so. “How long have you been by your Lord’s side? A while?” While waiting for an answer, Isleen examined her nails. Oh how she couldn’t wait to get back to work… she could tell everyone. They would love it. Love it.

[Kysis]

This was going very well in Rico\'s eyes, despite the distraction of Gerard.  Rico did not care about the man.  Of course, if he knew where Gerard worked, it might be a different story.  But he did not, so his main interest was in Isleen, and having her pass on the information he was giving out.

But then she wanted more information on his relationship with Kysis.  Oh dear.  Rico did not want to give much information, but he had to.  To make this work, he absolutely had to.  But could he give any specifics?  Did he have to be vague?

Hopefully, being vague would satiate her hunger for more details.

"We grew up together." Rico tapped his fingers on the table, thinking as he strummed them there.  Ahhhh, the husband was back with more ale.  Wasn\'t he sloshed already?  Obviously not enough.  Gerard would probably be unable to remember anything of the night, so Rico did not bother addressing anything to him.  Isleen was his focus.  "He\'s saved my life too many times to count.  I want to return the favor, but I don\'t know how."

Perhaps Isleen could give him tips?  She didn\'t have to know that Rico wanted to get Kysis back for himself.  Rico wanted the marriage gone before it happened.  He wanted that blasted baby gone, period.  In fact, Rico hoped that when the baby popped out, it had black hair.  All the more reason for Kysis to leave that ox-beast-woman-thing.