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[Jonesi]

Jonesi made his way down the street leading towards the river. As he walked he mentally reviewed some of the occurrences of the day. House Meson was moving quickly trying to get things into position, and with everything else that he had to attend to. He was feeling drained.

But then again, this evening he felt that he'd enjoy himself. He was meeting Cell to introduce her to the proprietor of the River's Stop. He had made calls to several unique individuals and made arrangements for the evening.

As he entered the bar he looked around. Several of the individuals that he had recruited for this event were already seated throughout the bar. Upon a second glance Jonesi notices young Cell standing by the staircase, looking somewhat confused. As he made eye contact with her he motioned for her to meet him by the bar.

Due to the layout of the bar, Jonesi beat her to the counter. He called out to the barkeeper, "Two drink young man, and call Heft from the back room will ya?"

Edited by Lanscaper, 13 February 2014 - 07:12 PM.

[Zincell]

"So, how was your afternoon?" Zincell asked while they waited for "Heft" to come.

Her afternoon had been very productive, she'd seen the docks, met an odd nobleman, eaten, walked the slums for a few hours, gotten her case, left it in her room, and then come down to wait for Jonesi.

[Jonesi]

"It went as well as I could hope." Jonesi answered noncommittally. The barkeep came back from the kitchen. It seemed that Heft was preoccupied with something as rather than the house drinks, he was carrying out a keg of methlegin.

"Heft sends his apologies, he'll be out in a bit." The barkeep smoothly tapped the keg, pouring two full mugs and sliding them in front of himself and the young lady. "To ease the wait."

Jonesi took a slow sip from his mug. It was strong and well aged and nicely spiced mead. Jonesi could feel the edge of the day melt away. Jonesi made a satisfied sigh.

He turned to Cell. "And you? Find anything interesting?"

Edited by Lanscaper, 13 February 2014 - 07:12 PM.

[Zincell]

"I watched the docks" She said with a shrug "It was very interesting, seeing all the people loading and unloading." And there had been the meeting with the nobleman, which she'd been reviewing in her head for some time.

"And I managed to find my things, which I'd left in the Cracks. Spare clothes, a notebook, you know." Zincell told him non committally, she didn't touch her mug.

Edited by Thoughtful Spurts, 11 October 2012 - 05:36 AM.

[Jonesi]

"Ah the docks, tis an interesting place." Jonesi briefly thought of Airelan and his projects over there, and his trip out there two nights ago.

He noticed that young Cell wasn't having anything to drink. The entire purpose of this evening was to test her, and perhaps if he could get her to have enough of the methlegin he'd have a better understanding of her.

"Go ahead and drink up Cell." Jonesi gestured towards her mug. "It's good stuff, you're not likely to have much opportunity to drink it again. Heft only taps opens a keg when he's celebrating." Jonesi paused, thinking about that further. Why...guess I'll find out when he comes out from the back. "Last time that happened was when you were nothing more than a toddler I'd expect. "

Edited by Lanscaper, 13 February 2014 - 07:13 PM.

[Zincell]

Zincell looked uncomfortable for a second. She'd never had an alcoholic beverage in her life, and she'd heard stories about things that happened to girls who drank too much alcohol. But she didn't want to be rude.

"Um...alright" Zincell said, and took a small sip. It was wonderful. It tasted like tea, but sweeter and stronger in some ways--and cold, which she liked. Zincell tended to get burned by tea often when she drank it--though that had been quite some time ago, she still remembered having spent days with a sensitive tongue because of some of the burns. Her face lit up as she took in the full taste before swallowing.

"That was amazing" She said, looking at the mug in surprise.

[Jonesi]

Jonesi smiled a grandfatherly smile. It was the smile of a grandfather who saw their grandchild take their first steps. It was the smile of a grandfather hearing his grandchild call his name.

"That it is little one. Take it slow though, I expect that you'll only have the one mug."

Jonesi noticed yet another one of the individuals that he had arranged for enter the bar, taking a seat on the counter a couple seats away, awaiting for the appointed time. It wasn't time yet.

"Barkeep." Jonesi called, putting some clips onto the counter. "Can we get some food to go with this?" Jonesi asked.

The barkeep swept up the money, disappearing to the kitchens and appeared seconds later with two bowls of soup and some fresh bread. It wasn't anything special, a plain meal, but the fresh bread looked especially appetizing. He tore off a chunk off the loaf and dipped it into the soup, giving Cell the other half. "Dig in." Jonesi added as an afterthought.

Edited by Lanscaper, 13 February 2014 - 07:13 PM.

[Zincell]

"Thank you" Zincell said, and began eating the soup. It was good soup, she had to blow on it a bit and stirr it around after the first spoonful proved to be too hot, but it was good.

Her manners were probably far more refined than the average noblewoman at the moment--though she didn't take notice until it was too late for her to spontaneously change them. Elbows not on the table, proper posture, the food went towards the mouth and not the other way around, the tip of the tongue in the roof of the mouth with every swallow, never talking with her mouth full, lips sealed at nearly all moments, it all came naturally to her.

[Jonesi]

Minutes passed as they ate their meal and sipped on the methlegin, waiting for Heft to make his way out of the back.

As they ate Jonesi took note of Cell's manners. It reminded him of Jennis and his family, always prim and proper. He had noticed that last night and had filed that away, along with that bit of accent that he'd heard earlier and some other small details that seemed to be a part of her.

Jonesi could feel his own cheeks growing warmer as the methlegin and the alcohol inside it worked through his system. That was fast...must be stronger than I thought. I barely tasted the alcohol. Everything was growing clearer, he could feel himself growing stronger. Seems there was some sort of stimulant...interesting. Jonesi thought to himself.

He looked at Zincell and could see the beginnings of his symptoms in her. Guess it's time to start the test. Jonesi signaled a young man at a table not too far away. He started egging one of his friends on, one that seemed to be particularly drunk. He was a handsome fellow though. Tall, with a clean and shaven jawline, and a muscular build. His dark brown hair was short cropped, and had rather remarkable blue eyes and a dazzlingly white smile. His nose was a little crooked, like most of the skaa that visited the River's Stop, but it gave him a rugged and dangerous appeal.

The important thing was that this young man didn't know Jonesi. The rest of the regulars would have never dared to do what he was about to do, at least not without approval from Jonesi first. He knew them, he knew their families, he knew where all of them lived, and where they all worked, they would not cross him. But tonight was a special night, he was testing Cell, to see the depth of her character and perhaps figure out what made her tick. So tonight the River's Stop would live up to it's reputation, but not yet, there were some trials that young Cell needed to undergo.

A few tables away it seemed that the handsome drunk had finally been cajoled into approaching Cell. He took the seat next to her, leaning close to her. "You look mighty beautiful girl." He slurred as an arm reached out to rest on her shoulder. But she moved and it rested on her breast instead.

That was unplanned, but Jonesi decided to see how the girl sorted things out on her own.

Edited by Lanscaper, 13 February 2014 - 07:13 PM.

[Zincell]

Zincell's eyes grew large and she froze. All that warm feeling and slight relaxation previously affecting her vanished and she just froze. This was a new experience. A completely and extremely new and uncomfortable experience. She didn't notice the handsomeness of the fellow, she was too busy looking at the floor or the counter while her face turned red. Her hands were shaking slightly as her nails dug into her palms and she tried to restrain herself from doing anything. Her ears were probably bright enough to glow in the dark now.

"um-uh...c-could you please take y-your h-hand off my breast?" There wasn't a trace of the skaa accent she'd been using up until then in that phrase. It was all Terris. Though it may have been slightly hard to notice because of the stutter."Please" she repeated, her voice almost a squeak now.

Nothing like this had ever happened to her before. No one had ever just walked up to her, complemented her, and squeezed her.

Edited by Thoughtful Spurts, 11 October 2012 - 12:45 PM.

[Jonesi]

It seemed that he drunk had realized what he was doing. But rather than stop it seemed like he was more inclined to progress. But before Jonesi could make a move to stop it the drunk crumpled where he stood.

After he fell the the ground Jonesi could see the bare long legs of the young and nubile Desaree. She was stunning, from the low cut bodice accentuating her slender yet busty form, to her long blonde hair wrapped into a tail. She was wearing a half-length black skirt, and her shirt was buttoned to the point where it tempted every man who would look at her. Jonesi knew exactly what she was though, pure fire. All fire and passion and anger, and the regulars here at the River's Stop knew it too. Everyone could look, yet no one could touch, because she was a noblewoman.

Not that she appeared to be a noblewoman. Her family had been decimated when she was younger, and she'd had to fend for herself on the streets of Luthadel. And though she hadn't known it, she was a Pewterarm. Jonesi had realized this, and arranged a room for her here years ago, and then after some investigation had learned that she had noble blood. In time as she matured she became a courtesan, a really good courtesan, and one that catered to both sexes, meaning while she couldn't bed a skaa man, she could bed a skaa woman. And from the look on her face she wanted Cell.

Jonesi had worried slightly about that when he'd contacted Desaree. She was selective about whom she...engaged with. But every woman that he'd known to take the pleasures of the flesh with Desaree had hinted that it was a more than satisfying experience.

Desaree appeared to be chewing out the lump that was a man on the floor. Her voice was all command and strictness, and when she turned towards the drunks friends at their table they hurried to pull him away, and the scattered out the door into the mist-filled night.

That done she took the other seat next to Cell facing her, crossing her legs in a fashion that Jonesi found particularly distracting, and leaned towards Cell, "Are you okay honey?". Gone was all the anger and command, and instead the words were heavily laced with what Jonesi could only discern as sex.

Edited by Lanscaper, 13 February 2014 - 07:14 PM.

[Zincell]

Zincell nodded, a little confused and frowning slightly. She leaned on the bar a bit.

"I'll be fine" She said, closing in on herself and grabbing one of her shoulders with the other arm's hand, hunching slightly. Most of the red faded from her cheeks after a moment, though her ears were still pre-ascension tomato bright.

"Thank you."

[Jonesi]

Desaree nodded along with Cell, with hints of what appeared to be concern and desire mixing on her face. "You poor thing, that was no way to treat a lady." she leaned in a whispered something in Cell's ear. The way Desaree's tongue and lips formed each of the silent words were distracting and somehow Jonesi found himself looking at her breasts. Jonesi frowned at himself internally...Why am I acting like a young boy? He tried to think of an answer, but the way that Desaree was acting, each time he felt that he could behave like a responsible adult she shifted her body making him realize some new sensual detail about her.

Edited by Lanscaper, 13 February 2014 - 07:14 PM.

[Zincell]

The lady leaned forward to Zincell, and she noticed her perfume, which was lovely. "At least that's no way I would treat a lady" She whispered in Zincell's ear and the red returned to her cheeks and she tensed again.

"All... right.." She said weakly. What was going on? She'd never been lusted after-- she didn't know how to react to being lusted after. And she hadn't seen Khaelys since the fire. It was so confusing, her head felt as though head was spinning. Zincell turned to the remainder of her soup, trying to use it to distract herself from all the confusion in her head.

[Jonesi]

"Aww sweetie". Jonesi heard Desaree breathe, "I know you're curious, I can tell." She was pulling back slightly, and as she passed she kissed Cell lasciviously. Jonesi felt very very hot, and more than a little aroused. It was brief, probably less than a second, but the silence and attention it garnered probably had most of the men hot and bothered, and most definetly wishing that a romp with her wouldn't end with their death.

Edited by Lanscaper, 13 February 2014 - 07:14 PM.

[Zincell]

Zincell froze again, her mouth left slightly open. She hadn't had a real kiss in seventeen years, and then suddenly two in the same week. She couldn't deny it had been pleasant, but now she was even redder than before, which was somehow possible, and even more confused. What was happening? Was there a rioter nearby playing a prank on her?

"Uh...eh..I...buh...uh?"

[Valerre]

"This place looks kind of grungy, are you certain the mead is as good as you say?" Valerre's latest acquisition was eyeing the establishment in question with narrowed eyes. Thing was, with the mists, Valerre could barely see the place, and yet his handsome companion was already commenting on the state of repair of some rather specific details. "I mean, look at those eavesdrops! When was the last time the ash was cleaned out of those?"

A tin-eye perhaps? Valerre filed away the interesting fact, took a sip from his flask, and passed it to his friend. "Feel free to finish it," he said, caressing the man's emotions slightly, using his strange talent to pull on aspects, like lust, curiosity, and thrill-seeking, that he himself was feeling. To Valerre, however, the emotions were not isolated. He was just using his gift to connect to the current object of his affections, reaching out for similarities and common ground.

"Let's go." Valerre moved towards the door, not answering any of his noble friend's concerns. The noble, squinted again at the establishment and followed, tossing the empty flask into the alley behind him.

As they opened the door, the sounds and light washed over Valerre, and he took delight in the momentary oblivion he felt as his eyes and ears adjusted before they began taking in information again.

A sighted a familiar form across the room, accosting a slim girl sitting at the bar with an old man. Always looking for an opportunity for a good time, Valerre placed his hand lightly on his friend's shoulder, taking hold of his addled wits with his voice and body language as well as his allomancy.

"You're in for a treat. Wait here." Weaving adeptly through the crowd, Valerre slowly approached his new target, and pulled lightly on her emotions, bringing out her confrontation and zest for a challenge.

"Tempting poor virgins again, are we Desaree? You think mothers would do a better job of warning their daughters about you by now."

[Zincell]

Zincell closed in on herself again, putting her hands on her neck when the handsome man appeared and began teasing Desaree.

[Jonesi]

Several people turned towards the new voice and the taunting lilt to the voice. Desaree smiled and answered back, "Why Valerre, it's been ages since we last met." She looked around and her face fell a bit. "You wouldn't happen to be hiding Dear Daphne?" She paused continuing to look, a slightly mischievous smile masking the previous one. She continued on, "I thought we could all have some fun together."

During all this Jonesi frowned. Valerre, so that's his name.. Jonesi has seen the man on a handful of occasions over the years, but always from afar. He knew him only as a rioter before today, but the way that Rioters and Soothers manipulated the people around them made Jonesi uncomfortable and wary.

Edited by Lanscaper, 13 February 2014 - 07:15 PM.

[Zincell]

Zincell sighed quietly with relief as Desaree began paying attention to Valerre and not her, going back to paying attention to her soup, and the small amount of fresh bread she'd been given.

The remainder of the soup was colder, but it was still good and proved to be a good way for her to distract herself from the previous few minutes' events, and bring down the colour of her face a bit.