And So It Begins...

Writers: Ames, Nicole Bonvisuto
Date Posted: 15th March 2014

Characters: D'naz, Meridia, P'lack, Sh'gall
Description: Meridia and D'naz participate in drunken debauchery. It escalates.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 5, day 20 of Turn 7

Meridia

It had started with a few people, and a game of dragonpoker. Then,
Sh'gall won a keg of beer from a pair of traders, who slunk back to
the caravan cursing his name. The boisterous brownrider invited all
the late-nighters to drink. After all, it was the night before a
restday, and what could possibly go wrong?

Since then, the crowd had escalated, and so had their voices...

"And this man," Meridia yelled to everyone at the table, while
pointing at D'naz, "don't you worry about this man. I could drink him
under the table. I still remember when he thought he won while playing
a greenrider at strip poker. She took each and every one of her
friends, who took each and every one of his underpants, and hid them
in the storerooms. It was like a surprise party for sevendays doing
kitchen duty as a Candidate. We used to take bets on who was next to
find his pants!"

D'naz who'd been enjoying his drink and the company, almost snorted
out his drink when Meridia retold _that_ particular story. It had been
quite an interesting time, that was for sure.

"I haven't played strip poker with that particular rider in Turns!" He
chuckled, "I much prefer having my pants where I can find them." The
table around them was full of laughter at the tale.

"I'd bet not," Meridia said with a chuckle. "It'd be hard to be a
Weyrlingmaster when all your students know the details of your
drawers."
She winked and took another sip of her beer.
"Come on, D'naz. Give us another one of your stories, there's got to
be a better one yet."

He shook his head, but was still smiling. "How about I tell one of
_your_ stories instead!" He grinned. "Don't you remember that party we
were all at where you'd had just a bit too much to drink? Eh?" He was
having a hard time not chuckling at the thought. "Aye, it was so many
Turns ago now, but that day is one I know _I'll_ never forget!"

"You mean every party she's ever been to?" A bluerider quipped down the
table.

Meridia threw a roll at him.

"Hey! The day that I streaked across the Weyrbowl in nothing but a bit
of stringy leather was advertisement."

"...for Meridia's crotch." A greenrider tuned in.

"Hey!" Meridia yelled, laughing. "I am an artist, shard it! Show a
little respect!"

D'naz just chuckled at the conversation as he took another swing from
his mug. Meridia was quite a character, as he had been in his own
younger days. Things over the Turns had mellowed some of those
behaviors, but deep down D'naz was still just as young at heart.

"Now, the question is," he started, "would she do it again?" He
grinned into his mug at his little challenge. His eyes were twinkling
with merriment at the very thought.

She quirked a brow at him, pausing mid-drink.
"Now, D'naz, if you wanted to see me take my clothes off, all you had
to do was ask." She winked, then set her glass down and crossed her
arms.
"I may, for the right incentive."

He chuckled once again. "Well, lads you heard her. Who will offer the
right incentive?" He grinned and winked at her. He enjoyed the banter,
but they both knew his interests lay elsewhere.

P'lack grinned, downing his drink in one swallow. "What sort of
incentive do you need Meridia?" He almost leered at her.

Normally, Meridia wasn't so bashful, but something about P'lack's leer
made her want to crawl under the table.
Regardless, she considered the possibilities and came to a delightful
decision rather quickly.
"Very well," Meridia said, standing up with a smile and reaching back
to feel the strings in her corset to consider their length.
"We'll play a game. Perhaps a bit of truth or dare? You can decide,
P'lack, and for every layer I take off, D'naz has to put on my
clothes. I'm certain he'd look smashing with my skirt."

D'naz burst out laughing at the thought of what Meridia was
suggesting. He wasn't even sure he could _fit_ in her clothes, but he
was game if she was. He always enjoyed a good time.

P'lack eyed her eagerly. It had been far too long for him and he
needed a bit of fun and enjoyment.

"Alright, I'm game, what sort of truth or dare?" He wasn't sure he
understood the rules and what would be required of him.

D'naz merely nodded his head to show his agreement in the matter as he
lifted his glass in salute before drinking.

Meridia gave a wry grin and then looked around the table.
"Very well," she said. "Let's take this somewhere...more private. I
believe P'lack just volunteered his weyr. Everyone who's in, spread
the word and bring the alcohol. I'll tell everyone the rules when we
get there."

D'naz chuckled, but knew he wouldn't miss this for the world. He had a
few people he planned to invite in as well who hadn't joined them for
drinks.

P'lack was eager also, eager to see _just_ where this lovely little
game would go.

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