Nicolau Gets Confronted By Two Nobles - RPLOG
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4/10/479
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Nicolau sits around at the bar and drinks. This is standard. He is doing it alone. This is nonstandard. He whistles along to some unheard tune against the lip of a wine glass, boredly considering it.
The door slams open with a shuddering CRASH as Sven Snowmark comes stomping into the inn. He does not look to the left or to the right, but makes a beeline to the bar and to Nicolau. He says not a word, but lays a meaty paw on the back of the other puma's head and bashes him against the bar. Then he nods once and takes a seat. "Sven is thirsty," he says, as if nothing strange had just happened.
Nicolau is bashed into the bar, his wine spilling across the floor behind the counter with his glass soon following to shatter in the puddle. He frowns and looks over it while rubbing his muzzle, nodding in greeting to Sven.
Sven knocks back two shots of something clear and definitely not water before looking at Nicolau with a frown. "Do you know," he says, "What we are doing to liars in Snowhame?"
Nicolau rolls his eyes and shakes his head, just staring ahead at the wall behind the bar.
"We are stripping them naked and making them walk through city streets," Sven says, matter of fact-ly, "But here, is too hot. Taking clothes off is too nice for liars. So Sven is not doing this." The burly puma throws back another shot of his poison of choice and considers Nicolau. "So now, Sven must find other thing for not-cousin Nico."
Nicolau offers no reply. He just leans an elbow on the bar and stares ahead some more.
Sven stares at Nicolau. "Sven usually gets better reaction than this," he says, throwing back another drink, "Maybe Sven is rattling Nico's brains too much?" He peers at the other puma and waves a hand in front of his vacant gaze.
Nicolau watches the hand and lets out a deep sigh before turning to Sven. "I am not in the mood for the dramatics," he admits, rubbing his forehead. "I know you want the reaction, but I don't have it in me. Cousin." He gives a halfhearted wink.
Nyet!" Sven growls, raising a finger in warning, "Unless Nico is wanting Sven to be angry, he is not calling cousin." The puma knocks back another shot of paint thinner and frowns at Nicolau. "Anton is telling me that you are lying," he says, "But what Sven is not knowing is why. For why you are calling yourself Snowmark?"
Nicolau hides a smirk as the finger is raised. "I mean it only as a friend, darling," he assures the puma. "And I make lots of bad decisions when I am drunk. And being a Snowmark had entitled me to some nice drinks, some attention, as well as a very nice meal with our dear Flora. It's an excellent experience, really."
Sven looks surprised at that last revelation and freezes with his glass halfway to his lips. "You had meal with Flora?" he asks, "Pretty Flora? Highlady Flora? For why Matthews did not murder you?"
Nicolau tilts his head at Sven. "Sorry, who?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Flora's lifebond, yes. The one who went missing," sounds the voice of a familiar tigress, as she rides into the inn on her usual golem, Bastet.
"Matthews has disappeared, yes. However, that does not explain why Mister Nicolau saw the need to lie to Mister Sven Snowmark, no."
Sven opens his mouth to reply to Nico, then snaps it shut when Flora arrives. His frown turns into a huge grin. "Hello Pretty Flora!" he crows, "You are not telling me that you are coming! Come! Come! Sven will buy you drink!"
Nicolau groans and leans on the bar as Flora enters the fray, cringing to the sound of her golem walking along. "Well, I've said why. I'll excuse myself so you can get along." He sighs and gets to his feet, smoothing out his jacket and offering an apology to the bartender for the smashed glass.
"No. Mister Nicolau is staying until this has been sorted out, yes. Assuming that Mister Nicolau hopes to ever go out to eat with Flora again," Flora notes, before turning to Sven.
"Apple juice. Not cider. No alcohol, no."
Sven turns a frown back on Nicolau. "Sit," he commands, "Sit or Nico is not welcome on Aurora ever again. We will talk." The burly puma nods at Flora and waves to the bartender, indicating that he should fill Flora's order.
Nicolau sighs deeply and slumps back on his stool. "Well, I was working under the assumption that I would never be allowed to do either, so this is an enticing offer." He sighs. "I told you, I was drunk and lied for fun. It was fun. It's not like I was going to come out and say just kidding, you'd wear my skin."
"So, tell Flora, then. Who is Mister Nicolau, really? And why would lying be... Fun?" the tigress offers as she takes a sip of her applejuice, tail twitching behind her, a clear sign of agitation, minor at the very least. "Are there other things Mister Nicolau lied about?" she questions, brow raised.
"Who you are thinking Sven is?" Sven asks, "Why I would be angry at joke? Joke is funny! Joke that goes too long? Is not so funny." He tosses back another drink. It is amazing that he is not reeling by now with all that alcohol in his system. His ears flick up, interested in Nicolau's answer.
Nicolau shakes his head and puts his palms out in surrender to Flora. "Mister Nicolau is Mister Nicolau! Nothing more! And nothing less," he adds, with a wink. "I haven't breathed a word of a lie around you, I promise on my own life. Well.. I lied to the restaurant.. but that was a damn good table." He coughs into his fist, glancing to Sven. "Well, the joke only just lasted for a few conversations. Harmless!"
"Flora is quite sure Mister Sven Snowmark is the one to decide if the joke went on too long, yes."
"Flora assumes Mister Nicolau will be apologizing to the restaurant, yes? And Mister Nicolau is, or was, actually a merchant, and nothing else?" she asks, brow still raised. Another sip. She seems quite calm, in any case.
"If is for good table for Pretty Flora, maybe Sven does not mind so much." The burly feline sets down his latest shot with a thump. "Still," he says, "Is not much fun when Sven is not in on joke." For someone who has just consumed the amount of alcohol that Sven has, he seems awfully clear of eye and mind.
Nicolau offers a shrug. "See? The Snowmark name was used only for the noblest of intentions, mister Sven," he assures him, before nodding to Flora. "I would have included him had he been less inclined to violence. And I was indeed a merchant. You saw it with your own eyes, and the senses don't tell lies!"
"The senses lie all the time, Mister Nicolau," she offers, as she shakes her head lightly. "If one does not look carefully enough, the senses will lie, constantly," Flora notes. "A flower may smell of honey, but there's no honey to be found. A set of points may look like a picture from afar, but they're just points," she notes, before leaning back. "Flora is looking closer now, yes," she notes, keeping her eyes on Nicolau.
