[Incredible stuff. The bandages don't bode well. Richie's unwound the one keeping his temple in check, trading the slutty toga for a more modest man's garb. Bomber jacket and a button up, well cut jeans. Regular clothes for regular folks, both of which seem to be in short supply around here. What's with the tuxedo tails?
Still, none of this keeps the grin off his face. Richie throws his hands wide.]
Lord Yves of Fries! How do you like them apples? [He drops easy into the nearest barstool and drums his hands on the wood.] Seems our prayers have been answered! "Ask and ye shall receive," indeed. Think if we whined hard enough about live entertainment they'd erect a Vegas revue?
Ahaha, depends on what Vegas is, Richie. Enlighten me?
[ he'll look around at the options ]
There's a couple of shots if you want the hard and fast stuff... I'll get you a few if you'd like? Or there's mixed drinks, or the classic mug of beer.
[Or Yves won't. Richie's been, and thank god he has little care for gambling. A place like that can get its hooks in you so deep you'd lose a limb trying to cut loose.]
Attaboy! [He'll pick up his first shot and clink it to Yves'] Next time we'll do it your way. How's that sound?
[He supposes they are of a set. In dress at least, close in age and all similarly good looking. Sort of in an insufferrably pretty way, the kind that'd get your nose cracked open if you ventured too far beyond blue state limits.
Which only reminds him of a different conversation over drinks. His smile quirks up intentionally, fighting a small fall.]
Well, I didn't mind it when it happened! This big guy just saw me, told me I had potential, and plucked me off the street! Ahh, Hugo was going to lose his voice from yelling after us!!
[ but he's soooo fond. truly a hilarious story ]
But that was our old teacher... and he taught us how to fight. He brought me to the Corps, where Adolphe was... and that's how we met!
Though he didn't say a word to me for months. Isn't he mean, Richie?
I can't say that he's mean. Bit reticent, maybe, but plenty of guys are. [We just trapped two yippy dogs in a room together, they are outliers and should not be counted.]
Ahaha, the Corps is actually one of the better parts of where we live. Our teacher established it to make sure the commoner districts were looked after and protected, even though he himself was a noble.
[ fondly.... but he also smiles a bit more when richie actually argues against him? yes! YES!!! SOMEONE DEFEND ADOLPHE ]
You're supposed to agree with me, Richie! Poor Yves suffering Adolphe's silent treatment!
[ but he laughs almost immediately after, completely ruining any semblance that he could be upset at all. he really, really isn't. ]
But... I don't really know. I never questioned it. I'm just happy he gave me a chance. I love Adolphe.
Oh yes, poor you, suffering soul! [He'll reach up and pinch his cheek, like a cloying aunt at a family reunion.] Don't you worry, honeychile! I'll give that boy a what for, I'll turn him front to back, I'll shoo him into next Tuesday for you! You bet your fur I will!
[He'll settle back into his seat and take another drink.]
So it's a happy ending after all. Three peas in a pod.
What did you get up to, if you weren't, ah, "volunteering" for the Corps?
[ NOT THE CHEEK PINCH YVES LOOKS SO CONFUSED FOR A MOMENT BECAUSE PEOPLE NORMALLY ARE TOO AFRAID TO TOUCH HIS FACE - but afterwards, he just beams and laughs as he rubs at his cheek. that was actually very nice and refreshing for him... ]
Wahh, thank you for your defense, Monsieur Richie!
[ hehe... ]
Ah, I'm the owner of Courrune, a guild of handymen. We pick up any job that people might need doing if they need help. Babysitting, gardening, repairs, fishing, finding lost items... you name it!
[There is very little that stands in the way of Richie being a fucking pest. Also it might occur to him later that the kid is a little head-shy, considering. In the moment, he's doing it all for the bit.]
That's a pretty broad range. You guys make good money, picking up all those odd jobs?
[He was about to ask if he wants to keep doing it, but remembered quite abruptly that there's an age cap on his island. Even if Yves hadn't kicked it early, there wasn't much point in planning for a future, now was there?
He takes another sip of his drink, ignoring the uneasy twist of his gut.]
Hmmm.... Sometimes? It depends on the job, and how much money someone has to pay us in the first place. I try not to take advantage of them when they're already in need of help.
[ their income fluctuates wildly, though yves doesn't seem too bothered by it ]
Hugo wanted to help me become a Reliver, so he helped made sure that I at least charged enough to get closer to that goal...
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jestie...
Still, none of this keeps the grin off his face. Richie throws his hands wide.]
Lord Yves of Fries! How do you like them apples? [He drops easy into the nearest barstool and drums his hands on the wood.] Seems our prayers have been answered! "Ask and ye shall receive," indeed. Think if we whined hard enough about live entertainment they'd erect a Vegas revue?
[He takes a quick gander at the selection.]
What we looking at for scotch?
together they are.... jesties
[ he'll look around at the options ]
There's a couple of shots if you want the hard and fast stuff... I'll get you a few if you'd like? Or there's mixed drinks, or the classic mug of beer.
that's so beautiful
[Yves will never see it.]
Oh, shots, yes please. Let's keep it simple and strong. What do you drink?
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[ based on the name... but yves will go and get some shots! he gets four to start, and slides two over to richie and keeps two to himself ]
Tonight, I drink what you drink!
[ this is gonna be a mess real fast ]
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[Or Yves won't. Richie's been, and thank god he has little care for gambling. A place like that can get its hooks in you so deep you'd lose a limb trying to cut loose.]
Attaboy! [He'll pick up his first shot and clink it to Yves'] Next time we'll do it your way. How's that sound?
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[ happily as he clinks his shot with richie's and knocks it back - though immediately afterward he shakes his head vigorously like a dog ]
Whoo! That's strong.
[ he really normally doesn't take shots ]
Ahaha, next time we drink if it's really my way, we'll have to invite Adolphe. And Monsieur Lucas too!
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Oh. You guys friendly?
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[ though he's already feeling a little warm so really he might be a one shot wonder ]
But yeah! Adolphe and Monsieur Lucas are from my home... Monsier Lucas was my teacher! And Adolphe's one of my besssst friends.
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[He supposes they are of a set. In dress at least, close in age and all similarly good looking. Sort of in an insufferrably pretty way, the kind that'd get your nose cracked open if you ventured too far beyond blue state limits.
Which only reminds him of a different conversation over drinks. His smile quirks up intentionally, fighting a small fall.]
Now just how did you and Adolphe meet?
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When I think about it now... I think I was kidnapped?
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[CHILD....]
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Well, I didn't mind it when it happened! This big guy just saw me, told me I had potential, and plucked me off the street! Ahh, Hugo was going to lose his voice from yelling after us!!
[ but he's soooo fond. truly a hilarious story ]
But that was our old teacher... and he taught us how to fight. He brought me to the Corps, where Adolphe was... and that's how we met!
Though he didn't say a word to me for months. Isn't he mean, Richie?
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[Good lord. Your island, it is so shitty.]
I can't say that he's mean. Bit reticent, maybe, but plenty of guys are. [We just trapped two yippy dogs in a room together, they are outliers and should not be counted.]
What made him come around?
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[ fondly.... but he also smiles a bit more when richie actually argues against him? yes! YES!!! SOMEONE DEFEND ADOLPHE ]
You're supposed to agree with me, Richie! Poor Yves suffering Adolphe's silent treatment!
[ but he laughs almost immediately after, completely ruining any semblance that he could be upset at all. he really, really isn't. ]
But... I don't really know. I never questioned it. I'm just happy he gave me a chance. I love Adolphe.
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[He'll settle back into his seat and take another drink.]
So it's a happy ending after all. Three peas in a pod.
What did you get up to, if you weren't, ah, "volunteering" for the Corps?
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Wahh, thank you for your defense, Monsieur Richie!
[ hehe... ]
Ah, I'm the owner of Courrune, a guild of handymen. We pick up any job that people might need doing if they need help. Babysitting, gardening, repairs, fishing, finding lost items... you name it!
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That's a pretty broad range. You guys make good money, picking up all those odd jobs?
[He was about to ask if he wants to keep doing it, but remembered quite abruptly that there's an age cap on his island. Even if Yves hadn't kicked it early, there wasn't much point in planning for a future, now was there?
He takes another sip of his drink, ignoring the uneasy twist of his gut.]
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[ their income fluctuates wildly, though yves doesn't seem too bothered by it ]
Hugo wanted to help me become a Reliver, so he helped made sure that I at least charged enough to get closer to that goal...