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The Zora had failed to time his departure from the counting house. The Zora was a few rupees richer, but it only made the aquatic native nervous around the dense crowds that filled Castle Town in come the midday bell. It was around this time busy housewives shopped for the bits and bobs of dinner. It was when men working since the early hours of dawn would sit to refuel or smoke while playing a few harmless games of dice. But with a freshly filled bag of rupees the Zora was not feeling generous towards the crowded markets. Such a place at this hour was oft rife with pickpockets and clever hoodwinks trying to sell off the latest in the rarest goods from the farthest, never-before-heard of villages. At least Hyrule was a great deal cooler than the Desert, but not by much as the streets filled to capacity with writhing bodies and chattering prawns. The Zora stood with his back to a wall as he watched people hurry by either squeezing between the throngs of shoppers crowding a stall who just put their morning eggs on sale, while others tried to physically pull customers in, taking hold of their elbows to recite their well practiced sales pitch. The Zora became blue in the face, which wasn't that hard to do given.
A crawling ache in his stomach warned him of the despair awaiting him if he crossed the main roads. It was not much long after his encounter with Maude and that loud-mouthed duchess, so he was long since able to decompress, but it was having to deal with the money counter that was always a chore. They were always an anal retentive lot with an abacus in arm and a quill always drenched with ink at the ready. But the ones of Hyrule, one of the larger economic centers of their world, it was ever worse. Having what goods he hauled into town were tediously inspected for quality, the sound of rupee hitting the scales and the bickering between merchants and the counters was always the lowest point of his visits in the larger capitals.
Feeling like a mouse cornered by a voracious cat the fish ducked away into the alley. While not idea the merchant wasn't about the squeeze his way through the crowds like some sardine. Reaching behind him he would quickly pull his hood over his face, gloved hand pressing against the walls of the narrow passages as he hurried through. He could hear voices in some corners. Yokel or hooligans mucking about he supposed, but he just wanted to get away.
'Hey fella, you got ah light?' And old man with a peg leg and pipe leaning out from around a corner would all out to the Zora.
He looked up at the man. One eye was clearly glass and he was moving awful quick for an older gentlemen. As soon as the stench of alcohol hit his senses the harassed hermit would stiffen.
Feeling his scales tighten, the bristling pincushion of a fish would duck out into another corner. He looked up, taking notice of a dim red light painting a doorway that had a sign outside which simply read 'Open'. He would take his opportunity and push into the building. Suddenly -- silence. The noise of the Market streets had faded into a faint, almost indiscernible whisper as patrons seemed to keep to their own space. It was sparsely occupied with a few hostesses carrying trays of drink and meals to specified tables. Nex was red from his harrowing near death experience, but he would soon take notice that much of the establishment was indeed occupied by women. Now the Zora was all for equal opportunity employment, he just preferred male servers. He lowered his head and slowly backed up against the wall. He shuffled to a corner, eyes looking up to the walls. Across the far way, to the left of the bar was a stage where a singer tickled a piano with a gentle, familiar, tune. He would also take note of the dim, red lights that also marked the outside of the building. He than looked at the hostesses once more, and the patrons just idling their time away with conversations of varying topics.
"I have made a terrible msitake." The Zora would back up into a corner and just idle for now, at least until his senses could return to him. He was feeling a little overheated. One of the hostesses walked by and offered him a glass of water, which he accepted. "T-thank you..."
'Course sugar.' And she would leave him to his distress.
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[attr=class,bulk] Midday in Castle Town was indisputably the worst time to be around. Maude didn't often take trips to the city because of how passionately she despised it, but her rural homeland didn't often have all of the goods she needed. She could get along fine for a while off of the farmer's markets, the butcher, and the general store. Unfortunately, that was about all the area had. So if she was looking for something more like clothing, textiles, tools and equipment, etc. she had to drag herself up north. Trust her, she put it of for as long as she could. If there was anything around the farm that could be done before relenting to go to Castle Town, it would hold her undivided attention. She'd paint the house before she came here, but even her overworked mentality couldn't save her today. Oh how deeply she regretted it. [break][break]
If she'd been smarter she would have cleared out a while ago. However, the downside of waiting as long as possible to visit was that she had quote a few things to finally take care of. It all took longer than she hoped and now she was in hell. The streets were crowded. She was constantly bumping into people or being touched out way or another. The noise was overwhelming. The entire thing left her overstimulated and angry. Before long, she couldn't stay to even be outside anymore. She took off the beaten path to find some shelter before she took her frustration out on a stranger. Loud cities had a way to messing with her head until it was hard for her to think. She probably could have retreated into a nearby restaurant or cafe, but she couldn't even consider that. She just had to go right now. She marched furiously down a side road or two. It didn't really occur to her that her surrounded had turned a bit dangerous. Although, anyone to approached her looking as furious as she did was a brave soul. Once distanced from all the people, her mind cleared a bit and she was able to calm down. Even still, she could yet conceive of returning to the gate and trying to leave. She needed a minute more and a drink. [break][break]
While slowly strolled the ally, she found a place that looked like it might be a bar. It was surely a bit suspicious if it was one, but Maude had visited some disreputable places in the past to feed to alcoholism. Not every pub will cut you off after you've had too many. And she could defend herself if need be. Just a drink or two to calm her nerves and pass the time, they she would be trekking out of this goddess forsaken city and on the way home. She walked in and found a table near the back. Either because her head was still buzzing a bit or because she was just a bit dense in some regards, it completely slipped Maude's notice that this place was a different kind of seedy than she was used to. The only thought she had on it was that the waitresses were woman, which meant that she was less likely to have to hit someone for touching her. [break][break]
She all just collapsed into her chair, grabbing her bag next to her and closing her eyes for a moment to enjoy the silence. She wished the piano player wasn't here but she could deal. She flagged down a waitress and spoke with them gruffly about what they served. The woman was incredibly friendly she found. It was kind of nice to see someone who could stay peppy while working. Maude wished she was more like this nice lady. Maybe she'd come here again to see her. After ordering some liquor, Maude tried to relax a bit. She finally took in her surroundings more and spotted something odd. Someone odd, more like. Not to far off was just about the oddest person she knew, her favorite stalker Nex. [break][break]
Maude didn't remember Nex coming to bars very often, but she supposed that she really only saw Nex when they were haggling or harassing one another. She stared at him until they made eye contact, as she had been informed that eye contact when talking was important. And with a dower , slightly displeased look on her face, she raised a hand and waved at him. She wanted to be polite to her acquaintance after all. Maude strives to maintain relationships even if it was with someone she didn't particularly like. And she seemed to see Nex often enough anyways. It seemed unnecessary to her to constantly reestablish familiarity with someone. She didn't have to say hello, but Maude didn't pretend to understand social customs, she did followed the rules. And the rules dictated that she look straight at Nex, deep into his eyes and make sure he knew she saw him there and she knew who he was. Surely, he would make him feel more comfortable as it was the courteous thing to do
All and all the establishment was quiet, quaint and downright queer. There were not too many people drinking at this time of day, so why it was opened so early was beyond any economical sense, but as Nex stood in his corner he came to notice a few things wriggling out of place. The bar served a limited selection of alcohol, all mostly cheap, further solidifying the fact that it was just open for jobless drifters to sink their last rupee into. What food they did serve looked as if it was scraped off the bottom of a burnt pot, or reheated after three days passed. The Zora was taking up all these signs and was starting to become aware of something off. His head would lift up from the edge of his glass. He was hesitant to take a sip, but eventually his drying tongue would scream for a sip, of which was almost spurt from his nose as Maude casually strolled into the establishment with a swagger of fury he only knew the maiden to display with propensity.
Nex had barely pulled his lips off the glass before his scowl began to form. Maude was -- starinnin his direction. Her gaze all but burned a hole though his cloak as she insisted on maintaining her focus just in case he missed her. Why was she like this? Nex was having a good time hiding out and skulking in the shadows. He started to feel warm again as she flagged him down. Sometimes he felt he was the only sane one among his acquaintances. He glanced off to the side and noticed one of the hostesses eyeing him as if bumping into a friendly face in this place was endearing!
He sunk against himself, head tucking into his shoulders like some sea turtle, which they could not dip their heads quietly away like their landlocked cousins. But he tried! Finally relenting the Zora meandered toward the table, his hand up, trying to calm the farmhand down.
"Sssh..." He bristles before pulling out a chair to sit. "What are you doing flailing around like that?" His voice was low, a strained whisper.
Setting his cup of water down he would pull his gloved hands against his chest. The male looked to be trying to vanish in his seat, but he was never good in public and the last time he was in a pub it ended with a very messy deal. So good for him for trying to keep the peace! But that wasn't the issue. No it was far worse.
"Do you understand the situation you put us in?" But before he could earn her a hostess approached.
'Nice ta see friends in these parts. Whaddya'll be havin'? Will ya be sharin'?" Her question was placid enough.
It was common to split pay amongst parties at places like this. Nex had turned his head away. He was never good with talking to women and it showed as he seemed to lock up whenever a mature woman sassayed his way. And the hostess was quite mature!
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[attr=class,bulk] Maude had only intended to acknowledge Nex before continuing to go about her business. She was surprised when he got up and started towards her. Perhaps she had messed up the "saying hello" thing and accidentally invited him over. Or perhaps she had done much worse since he seemed mad about something. Before she could even make out a greeting, he began chastising her. She could understand what about though. As far as she knew waving had not yet become an offensive gesture. Although it sometimes seemed as if things became offensive simply when she took part in them. Then again, Nex also seemed to get upset at the strangest things with her. She remember him refusing even common handshakes. She hadn't yet recovered from the overcrowded streets of the city and her irritability did not leave her the energy to think through this mystery. Instead she just scowled at him and whined, "Goddesses, would you shut up. Do you go anywhere and just be quiet for any amount of time?. She was surely not a big advocate for vacation of any kind, but Nex should really find a way to relax. [break][break]
Thankfully, the hostess that addressed them also brought with her Maude's drink, which she was happy to have. Maude continue to be impressed that everyone here was so cheery. Even still, for as much as she appreciated this woman, she did have to protest, "I don't think 'friends' is the right word, more like business partners." Maude's description of her and Nex's exact relationship seemed to swing back and forth each time she met him. However, today when he was already getting on her nerves, she was content to leave it professional. Of course, that did the kind of business they dealt in together up for interpretation to those around. [break][break]
Maude watched as Nex tried to stop himself for ogling their waitress. If made eye contact with her again, he's see the most shameful and judgmental look upon her face. Maude knew Nex wasn't one for social situations, but she hadn't taken him for a pervert. The woman was just trying to ask him a question, goddesses. She supposed she's have to answer. "Separate checks, unless you intent to find to pay me back somehow later. Her voice was as flat and emotionless as ever. Typically, her lack of inflection made Maude come across as disinterested or sometimes vaguely testy. However, in some contexts a low, slow, enunciated voice could be interpreted as seductive. "Or you intend to treat me?. The hostess watching the two of them closely. Whether she understood Nex's dilemma and resulting embarrassment or she was under a less flattering impression of the situation, she was probably quite amused by all of this and just having a good time during her shift.
Maude was incorrigible. Nex felt his head sink. He rest his arm against the table, which wasn't much of a stable ground. These tables were old, a bit wobbly. One can see the surface of the table was worn from having met with a great deal of spills. Drinks sometimes slid to the side, needing one to anchor their tankards and glasses, but in older places like this it wasn't unexpected. Most of their rupee went to rent and anything left over would be for the food and drinks and finally workers. If one didn't have a close carpenter friend handy maintaining the furniture and other surfaces a touch difficult. The floors occasionally squeaked with steps. Upstairs the sound of movement was defiantly audible. Each lean or marginal lift was heard against the weakening planks. Nex could hear each movement and it made him twitch. His gloved hand came upon his face, pressing into his features. There was a quiet whisper in the back of his head that long regretted his becoming dry. It was times like this he wanted to drink away the stupidity. But he couldn't. It didn't work! It only made him angry and short tempered. He sighed audible, letting Maude go on and on.
He would pick up his cup, sipping lightly against the liquid. At least it was clean. He stared at her, those cerulean eyes dripping with unspoken thoughts as sharp as his teeth. "As if I am not good for it." He was not a bum and could pay her back at a moment's notice. "Besides if you're handling payment I don't have to touch anyone." His aversion was made clear to Maude, though he did not usually make it a visible disparity in his social circle.
However small it was.
He would snort, water clawing its way into his nostrils. It wasn't so much as such was a discomfort, he was a Zora so he had ways to mitigate drowning. Reaching up he would pinch his nose so as to avoid the unsightly case of the cool liquid returning into his glass. He closed his mouth, swallowing as he set the half-empty cup on the table, the glass sliding a bit to his left. He winced as it slid eventually coming to a stop right at the table's edge. Assured it would go no further he would look to Maude, closing his hands on the table as the woman left, quite cheerful at the request from the woman. Nex watched as she departed before leaning forward. Maybe he had done something to deserve this? No - no it was the Human who was wrong. Maybe she enjoyed situations like this. His cousin was quite a sadist and it ran true that a man with a horse rode on its back. He never carried his horse. Reaching up to rub at his chin, eyes pinching up as his jaw became slaw, he exhaled in something akin to amusement, or maybe he was on the verge of tears.
"We should probably go before she comes back." His urgency was apparent. "If we are quick we can grab some beer and be out before she could finish." He was planning his escape as if looking to escape the clutches of some ogre. She was a large woman, sure: tall, dark hair and quite fit. She looked to eat well and could wrangle a bull like the best of them, but what was Nex insinuating about her?
The hostess seemed quite nice, as did they all, and even many of the patrons, most men, were in good spirits and chatted with the hostesses at their table. The establishment was relaxed and seemed to have an air of friendliness likely encouraged by the proprietor or proprietress! It was frankly a good business model of any did see. You wanted to stay! It was quiet, the lights were low and the soft tun of the piano was instantly forgettable. As Nex fretted the hostess returned!
"Oh, darling, sorry I forgot to ask. Do you two prefer the company of men or women?" She set down a menu for them.
It seemed the usual faire of a place like this. Some appetizers, simple soups and, oh look! The special of the day was fish stew. Nex did not offer the woman eye contact, but did point down to the special, handing the menu right back. He wiped his hands with the end of his cloak and would look to Maude, motioning his head to the bar. Surely she could see something was amiss! He motioned his mouth, indicating for her to: 'look'. But it was hard to say what was out of place. The women behind the bar seemed quite well dressed, like dancing girls. Given the stage they likely worked both the bar and miniature theater. It seemed quite nice, but a private hole-in-the-wall place that encouraged a closed clientele.
@maude ● 821 ● Waiter, there's a fishhead in my soup...
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[attr=class,bulk] Nex was very high-strung this evening. He could barely take a sip of water. Maude wondered if a fish like him could even survive without it. Maybe Nex was suffocating right here in front of her and she didn't know it. Well, whether or not Nex was dying, she wasn't in the mood to get up just yet. Her attitude hadn't yet recovered from the day's stresses, not that her fishy friend was helping. She was staying exactly where she was for the time being. Nex could always leave on his own in he wanted. Why she was waiting on her was a mystery. They haven't come here together or anything. Was that the impression others were under? How silly. Like she said, they were just business partners here. Even still, she was almost worried about the little guy. She tried to gently prod to make sure he was ok. "What's wrong with you? You're more skiddish than a cucco in the woods. Are you being chased?" If he was about to pull her into trouble, she wanted to know. She would have continued to pester him if they hadn't been rejoined [break][break]
What an interesting philosophical question the woman posed. Maude looked at her curious in deep consideration. Did she prefer the company of men or of women? Well men were often times the simpler breed. They tended to be more jolly and uncouth in gatherings so as to allow her more freedom with her presentation. Yet they were also such brutes. Of the times Maude had been harassed a majority of them were by men of a specific breed. They all seemed to take her for a far more promiscuous woman than she was. Maude, in fact, had great distaste for anything so debauched and easy of virtue. She'd never do anything to tarnish her chastity. On the other hand, women could be equally wicked. Gossiping behind people's backs and judging them. It was a pressure Maude struggled to keep up with. Sadly, not every woman could be as decent and saintly as their hostess was. After a thoughtful moment, she answered "I do not think I have a strong preference one way or the other." By this she, of course, meant that she hated all categories of people equally. Why talk to a man or a woman when you could talk to no one. Obviously that was not what she communicated. She glanced at the menu, looking other the items judgmentally without any further question as to why she had been asked in the first place.
It was almost as if the entire world was going mad and he was the only sane one left. Putting the glass to his mouth he took a deep sip to try and cool off. He was warm, and it wasn't because of the lack of open windows, which were covered over by rich maroon curtains that seemed out of place to the rest of the style of the facility. It seemed a bit gaudy but was, in a way, quaint. Nex was not here to admire the decor, but it was the only thing distracting him from the near by tables where people pleasantly chatted with the hostesses, and occasional host, about things they liked, their jobs and just light-hearted flirting that gave the fish a churning stomach ache. It was an act, all of it was just surface, superficial interactions that he despised. They were disingenuous and just made his skin crawl. It was not to say the hostesses were not genuinely well mannered, but the discussions being had were hollow. It was pretense for what they would be doing in short order.
Speaking of Nex's stew was brought. A murky broth with fish innards and a salty sweetness that he needed in his stomach right now. Taking up his spoon he would thank the woman as he stared at Maude. The hostess gave the farmer a warm smile, quite patient with her lack of decision. The woman in question reached over to hover her hand over Maude's shoulder, as if waiting for permission to make contact.
'Now if you want something nice to go with your drink darlin' I'd suggest the tomato soup. Ain't just tomatoes in it so it's really quite nice.' In fact it matched well because all it was was the bloody mary, sans mary.
Nex slurped his soup and looked across to Maude. "Don't you think it's a little strange, a place like this open at this hour?" He tried to lead her to understanding the situation they were in, but it seems she would not become aware until something of great discretion occurs.
And it soon did. As the hostess departed, with or without Maude's order, a man and woman would settle at the table. They looked similar, dressed alike.
'Hi,' The woman cheerfully bade. 'Mind if we take a seat?'
'You two are looking great today, have you like the place so far?' The young man asked.
Hylian, as noted by their sharp ears. They were dressed in dazzling, yet gaudy outfits that seemed to show off curves and more skin than was necessary, but it was summer so it was to be expected.
"We're twins!" They said together.
'I'm Mary!' The woman offered.
'And I'm Stu!' The man regarded in addition.
"We're here to keep you company!" They added, full of cheer and smiles.
'They said you hadn't a preference so sent us by, is that okay?' Mary asked.
'If not we could certainly address your concern and alter arrangements!' Stu offered politely.
Nex's spoon hand started shaking.
@maude ● 508 ● Why are you buying clothes at the soup store?!
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[attr=class,bulk] Maude did not give the woman permission to touch her. It wasn't her intention to eat while she was here. Alcohol was really all she was interested in even if this probably wasn't a bar. The expectation was probably that she participate in one of the establishments more popular services, but Maude couldn't read any such situation, so she just declined a meal. Whatever they served here, she could probably cook better for free she still have to make dinner when she got home. She did order another drink though. Two shots were hardly enough to even buzz her so she could still travel safely. Seeing Nex's meal confirmed her suspicions. Yet she was almost happy to see him eat. She wondered sometimes if he did. The only food she'd known him to carry on him was that which she traded him for goods. Nex was a pretty sell if she offered to fix him a meal. Although, he had the oddest preference. Anyone else probably would have put it together that Nex was requested soft foods both because her nature as a zora and his facial injury made it difficult for him to consume anything else. Nex was too secretive to say as much out loud but it was a safe assumption. Maude did not inference as much so she just thought it was another strange thing about him [break][break]
"No." she answered curtly. She wasn't sure what this place served exactly, but there were plenty of afternoon restaurants open until even after the Caste Town rush hour. Or maybe it was a dinner place that opened a touch early. Maude had been out to bars until very late into the evening, so she didn't see the issue. She hadn't planned to argue the point further yet her silence was interrupted by two more additions to their small table. It was, once again, very clear and obvious to most people what these two had come to their table for. However, for the long stretch of time in which they talked, Maude only stared at them blankly, waiting for them to explain why they had come into her presence. At first she wondered if they were selling something, which wasn't wrong. She considered whether they had just wanted companionship, which was also not incorrect. It wasn't until they connected back to the waitress's question from earlier. She hadn't realized there was a consequence to her answer. If she'd known she would have turned down the offer more clearly. Still, she didn't want to be rude. Every first introduction was a chance to give a good impression. She still didn't have a lot of energy this evening but she did her best to give a halfhearted and disinterested, "Hello, my name is Maude.". [break][break]
The twins smiled, seeming to find her cute in a way. Some of their clients did prefer to hear their name spoken back to them, but not many gave it so formally. Nerviness wasn't uncommon to see however so Mary reached out and put her hand on Maude's to reward her bravery. "Hello, Maude. It's very nice to meet you~. Your hands feel rather rough. Do you use them a lot, Maude?" she cooed gently. [break][break]
Maude was flabbergasted. She was certain this establishment had the kindest staff members she'd ever encountered! I mean sending company to entertain lonely guests was kind enough, but she woman seemed great at conversation as well. Maude found it very admirable. In any other circumstance, she would have snatched her hand back, but here she was too impressed. Social ability was a very commendable virtue. "Yes." She answered absentmindedly, "I'm a laborer. [break][break]
Mary laughed girlishly, "I can tell." She unsubtly checked Maude out and commented, "You're in far good enough shape to handle the task and the goddesses have clearly rewarded all your time in the sun." Maude looked a touch bashful. She didn't often relish in attention, but Mary had found one of the aspect of herself that she actually liked to receive compliments on. Moreover, having most of her friendships with gentlemen meant that Maude didn't often get to enjoy the casual affection of female friendship, as she was interpreting this. Despite being an exception to the rule herself, Maude still had the habit of assuming everyone was of the "default" orientation and identity, no matter how plainly this was not the case. Truly, it was a theme of hers on display tonight. [break][break]
"Thank you. My fiance seems to feel the same way" She held up her hand to show her ring. Since she was enjoying a friendly conversation with a new companion, she thought it a good topic of discussion. The proposal was still relatively recent so she still appreciated the congratulations. Other people's excited fueled her. [break][break]
On the other hand, the ring was surely something the twins had surely noticed. It wasn't as significant of an indicator to them so they hadn't any reason to comment, but since it had been brought up, "Oh how lovely!" Stu clapped his hands together and slid to Nex's side. " It's not often we get couples, but it's always so nice when we do." He gazed at Nex warmly and yet presumptuously, "It's great to see such an open and loving relationship". Maude smiled timidly at her engagement ring, now thinking about her boyfriend back home and unknowingly leaving Nex to deal with the mess she'd caused once again.
Nex was glad to finally have something warm to eat. Hylians often are Suh salty and rock hard foods that his fangs finding purchase was nigh impossible. Most of the time he barely had the energy. What he really wanted none of them ever made any good in the city and he rather not come to hate any more of his favorite dishes. At least the city knew how to handle stew. He laid his spoon back into the chunky, dark broth, trying to quell the shaking. His tired gaze, more so deflated from half paralysis, turned to Maude as she seemed to call not one, but two other people to their table, somehow.
It was beyond his mental state to determine whether she did this on purpose or had some sort of Witch's touch to be able to charm so many people. He honestly hated how her simplicity was all she needed to make the world twist around her. Her fists helped and it seemed even the debauch pair were equally aware of her physical prowess. How they could honestly praise it was --
"Lukewarm…" he mumbled, seemingly about the dish.
But still he would finish. He was raised better than that. Nex would nearly choke on his mouthful, shaking his head at Stu. No, no. Not this again. Why did everyone think that? He felt he made it crystal clear he hated company. What made Maude ant different?! E-even if he was neutral towards her company. He sighed, supposing it was his lack of ire and intense measure of fear of her flex that caused him to entertain her presence as a mere result of his being anywhere bear markets!
"No, I'm an acquaintance." That was the term and he was sticking to it!
But before he could further refute Stu gushes! "Oooh, how cute. Friends should always feel like they can hang out like this, Mary lookit!" He called.
"I know they are just the cutest pair! You must get mistaken for partners all the time! I know when I'm out with Isabella everyone thinks we're married! Oh when you are so close to your friends, what's the difference, right?" Mary would wave towards the bar where a tall, dark skinned hostess with draping clothes and red hair that curled so vivaciously that it covered her eyes.
"Even I thought she had gotten married under my nose." Stu admitted. "You two are just peas snug in a pod. You know Mary, I think we should do something special for them."
She held up her hand. "You stop, I know exactly what they need!" Mary looked to Maude. "What do you think hmm, do you two want to go to the back room? It's much quieter and there Isabella can mix us some top notch drinks!" It seemed the room was just down the hall, a quieter smoke lounge for those who needed a little less light after a few too many. The bar did seem to cut into the wall, the other half of the building attached for such a purpose.
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[attr=class,bulk] The denial between Nex and Stu went completely over Maude's head. She was too busy focusing on Mary. Female friends were so fascinating and apparently very affectionate if Mary and Isabella are examples. What good friends! And you know, good relationships start as best friends. It would be nice if they got married too! See, you probably thought Maude was gonna assume they were platonic partners, huh? Well she's not that dense. She's met an lesbian before, she will have you know. Plus, she did maybe consider whether she was gay when she was still struggling with her gender identity so she's not unfamiliar with the concept. She's an ally. Maude Lif says gay rights. She's just dumb sometimes. Speaking of which, while she was correct in understanding that Mary and Isabella's relationship was most likely romantic, she was incorrect in assuming it made Mary unavailable. Polyamory was not yet something she'd been exposed to and it would be a difficult conversation for Farrah to have with her one day. [break][break]
It was under this false sense of safety that Maude leaned into Mary's affection. She considered it a sign of good social cue reading. She had never been able to make a good first impression like this before! And she still hadn't now but she didn't know that so she was having a good time. She did eventually have to start taking Mary's hands off of her though. Hand holding was one, slightly tolerable, thing. People touched hands commonly in social interaction. Beyond that, she was less comfortable, even platonically. She Mary delicately had her hands plucked off of Maude's arm or side more than once. Once the boundary was made clear though, Mary did stop trying to touch her. Mary was cool like that and Maude was right to enjoy her presence. Aside from being paid for this service, she was very good company. Maude almost went far enough to actually follow the stranger into the back room, but that just wasn't something she was going to do. Mary and Stu were, after all, still strangers in a new place. She was absolutely not going to be let all the shit she bought today get robbed from her tonight. She hated coming to the city too much for that. "I think I'm quite content out here, but perhaps another time." she spoke into her now empty drink. This was probably a touch confusing for a twins, but she did mean it genuinely. If Mary would be here again, she may actually visit. This was a strange kind of bar but she did enjoy the atmosphere. "If Isabella is still willing, I would enjoy another drink though." She was a little unclear on whether Mary and Stu were employees or not, but she had offered so.
Nex wasn't paid to call people out for their bullshit, but this was one of those times he was tempted to do it for free. He disliked there kinda of situations. He was keenly aware of his own foolishness. The drunkard in the alley had thrown him off his thoughts and pushed him to escape into the nearest establishment. For this sort of place to be open at such an hour in Hyrule meant that the city-state was lacking in more riveting forms of entertainment. Bowling was much more riveting than these kinds of past times. me here he was trying to quit drinking, only landing into situations that called for his lucidity to be put into question.
"Oh it's no problem Maude dear! We're cozy to stay right here with you!" Mary was just so affectionate, it made her job easier. "Well what about you him, you didn't give us your name!" She said looking to Nex.
The Zora narrowed his eyes, moving to lift his bowl and slurp the rest of its contents, clearing his dish. Stu sat close, his hand on the back of Nex's chair and his smiling face staring at he young Zora. He would notice what many did not, but it was their job to be keenly aware of their customer's needs. He had not touched the Zora, nor had he gotten too close. His smile grew as Stu stared at the fish gobble up his meal. It was a sloppy endeavor for Next. His crooked features ensured that not using his utensils or being persnickety made the simplest task of keeping liquid in his mouth difficult.
Stu held up a napkin, nonjudgmental, just happy to help. "Nex…" he grumbled, taking the wipe to clean off his face. "I'm not into that--"
"We know." Stu caught on quickly to Nex's aversion touch. It wasn't much of a leap to surmise his lack of interest. The way he looked to others and seemed I'll at ease in the establishment was clear enough. "But this is nice too right? Having a chat with friends?"
"Friends?!" The shark bit. "Why would I ever be friends with a pair oof--!" Nex leaned back when the Hylian held up his finger to shush him with a motion.
"Because we're friends now, right Mary?" He looked to his sister.
"Of course!" She beamed at Maude, quite excited to share her friend's drink with new friends. She was quick to return, Isabella blowing the most dramatic kiss leaving Mary to catch it mid air, tucking it into her corset for later. "Here you go Maude!" She set the drink down. "The house special!" Mary was the most excited about this.
"We know what Maude does," Stu began, looking to Nex. "What about you sweetheart?" Nex looked down to his bowl, than back to Stu. "Another fish Stew Izzy, if you don't mind?" Now the man had Nex's attention.
Nex mumbles a bit at first before the fresh, full bowl arrived. "Merchant. But..." He picked up his spoon, Stu being quite patient. "I want to be an Archivist. Collect, store history..." He quietly offered before shipping his stew.
Mary clapped her hands together. "Isn't that fantastic! You two are sooo capable. I always wanted to be a carpenter, but I was never good with wood or my hands." Her claim caused both Nex and Stu to look at her, stare even. "What? Can you two carve a birdhouse?!" The shrugged and Nex went back to eating. "You see how I mean?" She seemed legitimately unaware of her own faux pas.
Stu shrugged. "Well, Maude, Nex I have to say you two are lovely, don't let anyone tell you otherwise." He pointed between them. "You two sure are the bee's knees. We need more customers like you to come by. You really liven up the place." He smiled at them.
The original hostess would come by with the bill, Nex motioning it over towards Maude.
"Ooo," Mary stood as Stu did. "Please come back you two! You are such a breathe of fresh air, you know? Let me brush your hair next time Maude!" Stu would bow his head and head off, Mary following suit. They had other clients to tend to!
Nex moved to stand, slouched in his robes. "I guess that wasn't so bad. Next time I'll pay." Nex always paid back his dues! "Are you ready to go?" The market had gotten quiet by now so it was a chance they could escape.
[attr=class,accentborder accenttext] Some like the high road. I like the low road.
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[attr=class,bulk] Oh my gosh. Bless the Goddesses. Mary and Stu said that they were friends. She'd never done this well at an introduction in her life. When she first met Jon, she drunkenly and depressingly rambled about the lost of her parents. The first interaction she'd had with Farrah had been tripping over the girl when she was sleep. Even her reunion with Nerina was when she sister was making a noise complaint. But right now she was nailing it! She was proud. This was it. This was the day she'd been working so hard to achieve. Maude Lif was finally a social creature. She'd done it! And she was being given alcohol. It was very sweet, not as sharp as most of the liquor she drank. The fruit juice masked the taste of alcohol well, which was dangerous because it was indeed very alcoholic, more than Maude assumed. Perhaps that was helping in picking up her mood. She was starting to have a little trouble following the conversation, but they were at one point talking bout birdhouses, which was something she could make! [break][break]
Maude waved as the twins left their table with a sincere little smile on her face. She looked over at Nex while she payed the bill and asked, "Can we come back? This place is really nice." She looked ecstatic that he was willing to join her here again. She had to visit her new friends after all. No so excited she would forget that Nex owes her money though. That mental note was going in a vault to not ever be forgotten. Nex wasn't a thief as far as she knew but he was still a shifty merchant and unlike her, he couldn't pay in home-cooked meals. "Yes, I should be heading home now." She stretched her limbs for a moment before gathering up her possession and making her way to the door. When she stepped out, it occurred to her that she had made her way to a rather sketchy part of Castle Town. She supposed she hadn't been paying much attention when she was overstimulated and trying to escape the noise. Thankfully, the city rush had calmed down now, but it was still best to be careful. "Stick close to me until we get back to the main streets. I don't want you to get into trouble." Maude may not be that fond of Nex but it would be wrong to leave him alone in a setting like this. He could probably handle himself just find, but the morals she'd been taught dictated she make sure he's ok, even if she didn't really care.
Nex looked to Maude, who seemed to have way more fun, but he was a stick in the mud, so wasn't generally comfortable being around too many people, but he could admit that those two were not do hellishly draining. A rare take from his social experiences. The Zora had got to eat so he was in a pleasant mood, more so than usual. Despite how he chose to dress the Zora was far from the rupeeless scoundrel he dressed like. He was not given to flaunt his fortunes and neither was he some wealthy noble elite, at least not yet.
Such plots took time.
Reaching up to pull his hood over his head the Zora would huff. "I know this city like the back of my hand." Which was covered by a glove so his familiarity with said portion of his appendage was questionable.
Even still the sulky shark followed Maude out of the establishment, the Zora taking note of the locale. At least skulking behind the woman he could avoid the alley drunkard and safely make it back to the main roads. Looking around it could visually be confirmed that the crowds now trickled through, he market's high hour bleeding away into the coveted afternoon. He sighed out, having held in a bated breath. He did have his coin from his trip to the counters, but much of that needed to first go to necessities and family. He would see what was left after. He glanced over to Maude and shifted back, like a ghost gliding in that cloak of his. He held out a gloved hand towards the woman.
"I'll pay you back for the meal and company later. I need to make sure that my horse hasn't died of old age." It would be their departure, for now.
Besides he didn't need Farrah skulking after him, worried he died in an alley or something.