[T20] High Law and low justice

[doghead]

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Saanath's waitress says to the other: "I think they're firing Treth. Too bad. He wasa nice guy. My Ex came by after work a couple days ago and sorta roughed me up. Treth came out and tore half his face off. Wouldn't wanna be the boss right now."

A bellowing Aslan voice coming from the kitchen causes a few patrons to decide that it's time to go.

Saanath catches the waitresses eye. When she arrives he says, "I'm sorry I couldn't help overhearing. I'm glad chivalry isn't dead yet.

"There is far too much food here for me to eat. I wonder if you could bag the kibbeth. I can't take it with me, but perhaps there is someone here who would appriciate it. Or, ... if Treth is no longer busy, perhaps he would like to join me? I do so hate eating alone."

 

[Maerdwyn]

Saanath catches the waitresses eye. When she arrives he says, "I'm sorry I couldn't help overhearing. I'm glad chivalry isn't dead yet.

"There is far too much food here for me to eat. I wonder if you could bag the kibbeth. I can't take it with me, but perhaps there is someone here who would appriciate it. Or, ... if Treth is no longer busy, perhaps he would like to join me? I do so hate eating alone."

"Um...I'm not sure...Treth...might not be very good company right now. He was getting pretty hot when I was in the kitchen a couple minutes ago. I just hope he doesn't do something to get himself arr- Oh !"

A Vargr in an expensive suit crashes through the swinging kitchen doors, and lands face first in a plate of raw shellfish. When he looks up a moment later, his face is covered in clams, wasabi, and soy sauce.

Treth storms out of the kitchen with a mixture of fury and perhaps a tinge of fear on his face.

The host is on the wall phone "...And GET HERE NOW!" Saanath hears him shout into it.

 

[doghead]

Saanath leaps to his feet and in a few strides is over at the kitchen door and standing just in front of Treth, just out of reach, but between the angry Aslan and the seafood suit. As he moves he desperately tries to recall how he used to calm down the lions when they got riled up (which was often enough).

OOC: Trokh is underlined.

"There is no honour in this fight. It's not worth it."

Turning to the host on the phone he says, "How much to make it all go way? You want it to all go away. There's no good that will come of this for the lounge. You don't want this type of publicity. People will stay away, especially in this climate."

As he talks he keeps watch on Treth from the corner of his eye.

OOC: I've assumed the "honour" thing - let me know if Saanath would know better. Bluff (Liason?) check I suppose with the host, and Treth even?

 

[Watus]

Then McAllister addresses the three humans in the bar: "Now, not a werrd o'this t'anybody, lads, or yer cut off. Ya ken?"

"Aye, Cap'n," Quinn jokes, with a mock salute for good measure.

OOC: Would a Sense Motive/+7 give me a better idea of what the heck they're up to?

 

[doghead]

Saanath reaches down to one side and gives the Varge a hand up.

"It was just an innocent misunderstanding," he continues to the host. "Somebody stumbled in the kitchen. Treth tried to catch them. Plates went flying. Somebody was knocked over. Just a misunderstanding. Its been a rough day. A bit stressful."

 

[Maerdwyn]

Saanath reaches down to one side and gives the Varge a hand up.

"It was just an innocent misunderstanding," he continues to the host. "Somebody stumbled in the kitchen. Treth tried to catch them. Plates went flying. Somebody was knocked over. Just a misunderstanding. Its been a rough day. A bit stressful."

[OOC: Liason=23]

The host looks to his boss, the vargr, says in a hiss :"They're already on their way, but he's right - we don't want this this month.

The Vargr hisses back: "We'll handle it." He turns to Treth and Saanath:"You two - out. Now."

Treth, looks to Saanath, says in a low voice, "You talk like a female, human. It is well - I've needed a female's council for days."

OOC: Again, Trokh is underlined.

 

[Maerdwyn]

"Aye, Cap'n," Quinn jokes, with a mock salute for good measure.

OOC: Would a Sense Motive/+7 give me a better idea of what the heck they're up to?

[OOC: Sense Motive: 18]
Quinn has no idea of the specifics, but all three vargr in the room are quite serious about it. Whatever it is, it's not just a bar game.

 

[doghead]

[OOC: Liason=23]

The host looks to his boss, the vargr, says in a hiss :"They're already on their way, but he's right - we don't want this this month.

The Vargr hisses back: "We'll handle it." He turns to Treth and Saanath:"You two - out. Now."

Treth, looks to Saanath, says in a low voice, "You talk like a female, human. It is well - I've needed a female's council for days."

OOC: Again, Trokh is underlined.

Saanath nods to the Vargr. Know when to say nothing more, Saanath.

To Treth he says, "Get your stuff. Don't say anything to anyone."

Saanath then steps back to the table and grabs his satchel. Women. Never around when you need them. When Treth reappears at the kitchen door, he turns and walks out of the lounge.

Outside he pauses momentarily to check that Treth is with him. Then heads off down the street at a brisk pace. He turns at the first corner and he heads inside the Department store that he saw earlier, aiming to cut through the building to the opposit side.

OOC: If Treth is wearing a distinctive uniform (white shirt and apron) Saanath suggests that he lose it if he hasn't already.

Once inside the department store, he slows down a little. It should be safe enough to talk in here, so long as we keep it innocuious.

"So, you got any plans?"

 

[doghead]

OOC: Alt: We left shortly after Ktarlewaweikye, who didn't go directly into MacAlisters. If Saanath gets out in time to see her enter the bar, he would probably head in that direction given Treth comment. Possibly after a detour through the Department (for continuity).

 

[Tonguez]

Then McAllister addresses the three humans in the bar: "Now, not a werrd o'this t'anybody, lads, or yer cut off. Ya ken?"

Even as Tomas feels the downy softness of the proffered tissues between his fingers and glances down at the squid stains the two Luriani leave and McAllister gives his warning.

Glancing up first at the human before him and then back at Vargr he grins
"We ken" he answers plainly making a quick scan of the bar and making sure he can see at least three potential exits should the need arise "I'm just here for a drink"

(ooc sorry for the delay was called away on business for the weekend)