It's Thursday night, which is, ironically, more busy at the pubs than most Friday nights, Friday nights being a bigger night for family dinners and the like. The Strand is crowded with folks coming and going, happy hour bleeding now into full-on first-thrust of evening, and the shops and restaurants and the pubs that line the Strand are all full.
Black Jack Davy's is no exception. In fact, it's so full that the doors have been left open, tables set up on the sidewalk are full, and the music is given to the street. It's not surprisingly not Celtic -- though Davy's runs more Celtic than not and of the Celtic generally Welsh -- but tonight it's another eclectic blend of Whatever The Fuck Davydd Wants To Play.
No one seems to mind...
He's alone tonight, doing it solo, though Bonnie Prince Charlie Parker and Gracie are in the audience -- at the bar actually -- hanging with Kelly, who's barely keeping up tonight. The girls -- all of them lovely, in the black t-shirts and black kilt skirts or black jeans, the shirts now bearing the Welsh flag on the back in the spirit of the current football season -- are loaded down with drinks and food. The trays swirl like magic carpets at the feet of Aladdin.
The Man Himself is not seated on the makeshift stage, but rather in the heart of the crowd, at a table -- for now by himself, though there are always enterprising eyes -- twelve-string in his hand and boots up on the edge of the table. The mic stands nearby, protected by an extra chair.
Even seated, he's a large man, broad as a footballer, but with better hands, tall as she said, with shocking red-bronze-copper hair let to go its own way in short waves. Two of the legendary tattoos are fully visible at his wrists, vibrant color, holly and heather, while two others peek beneath the edges of the sleeves at his biceps. He's dressed in a black t-shirt, leather coat and sweater thrown over one of the chairs at his table. The black trousers are sturdy but they're not jeans. Fashionable, but practical. Likely a wool blend those. The shoes, also black, are strictly DM.
"English girls are pretty when they play guitar,
Crazy like a day just a-breaking I ain't sure what for,
Ain't got a mother or father or place to fall,
She got a brother in the booze, but he doesn't know the blues at all
Said you didn't love me, it was right on time, I was just about to tell you but ok alright
Said you didn't love me, didn't want a thing, English girls can be so mean..."
The voice is deep and earthy, smooth though and not gravely, sung easily with his fingers moving in an easy gait over the frets. The crowd is quiet for it, and the televisions are off, only the quietest conversations take place. The ordering of drinks, the ordering of food...
And laughter at the lyrics...
Davydd grins, waggling his brows a little at those around him and he continues as if singing at his house to a group of his friends. It's that easy. It's that natural.
And it's that damn full - oh, it figures. Well, Fiona doesn't mind much. She can belly up to the bar with the best of them, the moreso with the unholy trio of Parker, Gracie and Kelly already acting as props. She grins over her shoulder to Dot and Lily as she wriggles her way between a terribly butch footie sort and his somewhat fluffy-looking arm candy. "'Scuse us," she carols, sotto voce.
Wouldn't do to interrupt the music, now, would it...
Oak-blonde hair flows like water as she does the dip, wriggle, writhe and turn of getting through the people-crowded space without bumping into any of the girls. Davy's girls are given sympathetic grins, those of them as she knows - it may even be that she feels a kinship with them now.
After all, she's not one of Davy's Girls, but she's Davy's girl...
"That's him," she hisses to Lily and Dot, elbow coming out as she jerks her chin towards where Davydd's set himself up, with a nod and a flaring of nostrils. "He's being a bastard. English girls are mean, my arse... come on, though, I'll introduce you to Charlie and Gracie and Kelly while he's playing, and we can get ourselves properly started on a bender, right?"
She's aware of the enterprising eyes - but too comfortable with the weight of the Bloody Rock on her finger to be more than 'aware' of it, for now...
And even as she reaches the very endmost edge of the bar, she's turning, expression softening just a bit as she grins, listening to the music. To the Voice on him, really. And thinking herself a few thoughts.
Blue and black painted eyes survey the scene. Whistling, the one in the bad-little-schoolgirl outfit comments, "Oi! What a crowd! I've never seen it this packed." Obviously, she's been here on the wrong nights. Lil's been here on occasion, but somehow never when Davydd was in and playing. Her eyes stray on a few lads leaving the bar -- hey, she's fucking someone, but she ain't married! -- her head turning as they shoulder their way on past.
"Damn... quite the eyefuls tonight, too." Moving with the other two women, she saunters her way to the door and finally presses herself inside, weaving back and forth a bit to get past a few people standing in the way.
She finally finds herself next to Fiona, following her gaze and chin-pointing.
It takes a second, but...
All the colour drains from her face.
Her jaw drops a bit, causing her to gape at the one up in front of everyone.
Blinking, she nods distractedly, murmuring quietly, "Huh? Oh, um, sure..." She's always up to meeting new folks, of course. And now she really needs that vodka. Making the effort not to turn tail and run out the door, she presses through the crowd even as Fiona gets on the move again, approaching the bar in silence, eyes wide, staring up at the front... disbelieving.
No. Fucking. Way. London can't be that fucking small...
Dot follows the girls in, third-string to no one, she makes a scene in acrylic heels and wild colors, sticking her tongue (pierced no less) out at Davydd at the lyrics as she passes by. She laughs as he smirks and sings out: See what I mean?
The laughter goes around the pub as he plays the bridge to the first verse and Dot squeezes in to the bar, "Stoli Vanil times three," she says and she surrenders her card, "...on me, gents..." She looks to Fiona, then glances back over to the enormous Welshman. Particularly seeming enormous because he is, in fact, Welsh.
"Great voice," she says, winking, "...handsome to boot, and I see some of the tattoos. You weren't lying, kid..." She manages to keep from talking about his Jimmy. Probably a good thing as you're all surrounded by Davydd's family and friends. "Did he write that about you," Dot softly croons, winking to Kelly behind the bar.
Kelly lifts his chin to Fiona and smiles. "First is on me, a congratulatory round," yes he knows about the engagement, and he's looking at the ring. "Then I'll start your tab. Russian barmaids all around," he says, pouring three straight Stoli Vanil vodkas for the three young, very brightly arrayed ladies. What a trio...
"If he did, he's taking his life into his own hands and he knows it," Fiona answers comfortably, leaning and resting her weight on one leg but mostly against the bar. "But I'm not the first English girl he's known," in the Biblical sense or any other, "so I'll be charitable and assume he means someone else."
She can't help it. She grins, expression warming by degrees - reflected warmth of dragon flame and faerie sunlight. Well, they say the moon is feminine, don't they? She turns back to the bar, next.
"Kelly, hello, and you didn't have to - seems like every time I'm in, it's free drinks on you." She grins, a bit sheepishly, her own glance aimed down at the ring for a moment as her grin turns to an almost foolish smile. "He told you, did he? Thanks, though."
A hand comes out to pluck at the edges of Lily and Dot's shirts, making them squeeze in more closely. "Lily, Dot, this is Kelly. The silent one and the long drink over there're Charlie Parker and Gracie - they're kind enough to override the torturous caterwauling I pass off as singing when I occasionally do. Fellows, pity Dot here, she's known me since we were up at school together, and Lily particularly's had to put up with sobering me up once or twice..."
Her glance goes back to Davydd, almost challengingly, lips twitching. "Bastard," she murmurs softly, affectionately. "So what's been up, then, Kelly? Anything I should know about? Should I have an anonymous drink sent to his table?"
"She's got eyes as pretty as a pair of jewels,
Falling down a canyon like a couple drunken criminals
She had a messy bedroom on the edge of town
I ain't ever been good enough to ever keep around
Said you didn't love me, it was right on time, I was just about to tell you but ok alright
Said you didn't love me, didn't mean a thing, English girls can be so mean
But, ohh, look at you now
Ohh, look at you now
Mmmm, best I've ever seen..."
Okay, so maybe he's not a complete bastard. He missed the sight of Lily, he was looking at the scenery, taking a moment to give his attention to his audience, but when the lyrics turn to Oh look at you now, Fiona gets an eyeful of her own old man. He grins like a tomcat with a bowl of fish. The song is slower in his acoustic rendition than Ryan Adams did it, and certainly less twangy. It's a love song, people. At the end of the day. Just not a sweet love song...
"Tall drink of water, she's a Norfolk waterfall,
Little daybreaker, she's a shootin' like a cannonball
Kept me in your bed till the wintertime turned to fall
Fall time coming, and I guess my little bird can sing
My little dove do, and I guess she was done with me
Said you didn't love me, it was right on time, I was just about to tell you but ok alright
Said you didn't love me, didn't want a thing, English girls can be so mean
But ohh, look at you now
Ohh, look at you now
Mmmm, best I've ever seen..."
That voice is rich as it is earthy is capped off with a grin, and the fingers that finished the song on the twelve-string start another in the in between. For those who can See, he's a wonder in gold. A loitering fairy king on a chair of oak. Everyone is mesmerized, like the legends of old Tam Lin...
Lily pulls her gaze away from Davydd as her shirt is plucked at by Fiona. "Hm? Oh.. hi there!" she greets everyone with a smile -- it's really surprising that the blue is still painted there. She must use some industrial stuff these days.
"Good to meet you," she adds quickly, nodding to Kelly, then down to Charlie and Gracie. Patting Fiona on the shoulder, she remarks with a lopsided grin, "Well... you've done the same for me, Drance." The good lord knows how many times this girl's had to be dragged, sometimes by force, out of a bottle of vodka. It -is- her poison of choice, after all.
By the time Davydd looks over at Fiona, he's surely got eyes only for her, but even if he were to look at her companions, it would be Lily's back that would be all he could see of her. She's turned away, toward the bar, getting introductions made and all. For now, she's gained a bit of her colouring back (not that she had much to begin with), and is now grinning at the sight of the Stoli being poured.
Kelly grins largely. "Hello there, love," and he waggles his brows. Of course Davydd told him. "Pleased to meet you, Lily." Kelly's a big man, red-gold-headed and good looking for all that. No ring either, fancy that. Drinks poured, he slides them over to you all, smiling as he turns to work the taps for the next order down the line. "No worries, my pleasure, enjoy..."
Charlie Parker is a tall, reedy fellow, a Scot with a soulpatch, very hipster in a retro sort of way. He smiles and nods his head. Gracie is a dark-haired sort, very shy it would seem. He smiles too and waves to them both. "We're not much for talking... don't take it as a snubbing," Charlie rolls out in that Glasgow brogue, largely unintelligible.
"Yah," Gracie says slowly a half-moment later, looking at Davydd as he begins to play something classically Spanish. "He looks like the Count of Monte Cristo up there..."
Dot looks at Kelly long and hard and smiles, taking up her stoli. She winks to Charlie and Gracie, "Hey, lads," she whispers. "And she's not as high maintenance as she makes out..." They seem to smile at that.
Turning back to Fiona, Dot widens her eyes. "He's good with his hands, we should get him together with Sieg, have a little concert party, wouldn't that be smashers. He's... very keen, you know," she waggles her eyebrows and looks over her shoulder to Davydd...
Who's now standing and setting his guitar down and turning to look toward the bar, the gaggle of women and musicians. Why am I suddenly afraid?
Ahhh, Stoli. Best thing there is ... well, maybe not the best, but it comes in handy, some moments. And she did say she was going to get herself knackered, didn't she? It remains to be seen if she does, of course. One dainty hand curves around the bottom of her glass, lifting it to her lips, tipping back for a thirsty-seeming swallow.
"True, we've all had our turns of being the one bent double over the porcelain shrine," Fiona agrees, "and turns being the one doing the holding. God," it's almost pious, "I haven't been to that place in ages... Haven't been drunk, really, in ages. But then, I only did it occasionally. Usually just enough to buzz."
Like she's buzzing now, without hardly any liquor in her bloodstream. Old acquaintance has had her hopped up, just a bit, and now ...
Fairy kings in uncommon surroundings. The disjuncture of it all is perhaps puzzling, but it suits her well enough. She's fond enough of contrasts, in her own way.
"Good thing I got my shopping out of the way earlier," she murmurs, more to herself than any audience, visible or otherwise. "Anyway! Drink up, Lils - find the bottom of that glass, right? You too, Dot. We can't put Kelly out of business."
Dot's next words very nearly cause her to spray her own mouthful of Stoli, though her other hand comes up to clap across her mouth, face going immediately a bright red. It's just a wonder there's not milk coming out of her nose. "...No, Dot. Put that thought away, back in the box. He's ... not into that, and neither, really, am I." She manages to swallow, though she's half-collapsing against the edge of the bar now, trying not to howl with the giggles she's suppressing. "Ah, god... trying to kill me?" She waves a hand at Kelly weakly in a 'don't ask' gesture, then grins at Charlie and Gracie, still slumped and half-trapped by a barstool. "...Ouch. My hair's stuck."
Nodding to Charlie and Gracie, she grins, murmuring, "Fair enough, really.. it's all good."
Lily just about doubles over, nearly knocking her head on the edge of the bar if she hadn't taken a step back. She's trying so hard not to cackle -- that would interrupt the music. So she snickers like mad, then straightens, and whaps Dot with the back of her hand right on the upper arm. "Dot!" she hisses. A look is given through eyelashes at the woman, as though to say, 'Be-have!' Still snickering, Lily nods back to Kelly, then nods to Fiona, "Thanks... alright.. bottom's up." She grabs at her glass finally and knocks it back, finally closing her eyes to the sweet burn, after a lingering, appreciating glance at Kelly.
Again, she ain't dead. Sure, Doug's great in the sack, but there's no ring on her finger either. She can look, can't she?
Finally lowering the glass, she opens her eyes and says, "Ahh, yeah... that's the sweet nectar of the gods. Lord, I've been drinking all the cheap shite too long. Drance... yer gonna have to pick me up off the floor after tonight, methinks... or pay someone to do it..."
"Oh, here... let me help you with that..." Setting her now empty glass on the bar, she then reaches out to help Fiona get her hair out of the stool.
Rolling her eyes mightily, Dot downs a swallow of the Stoli. "No, I meant an actual concert, not a group shag," it's at this point that Gracie's eyes go about three times their size and Charlie begins to look at Dot with a bit more appreciation. That even gets Kelly's attention, despite himself, "Glynnis," he says to one of his girls, "...missing the ticket for five, darlin'..."
Kelly works his way down the other side of the bar after that. Not touching it with a ten foot pole. Charlie remains close by but Gracie takes the opportunity to go to the john and get lost.
Dot smiles to Charlie and then looks back to her friends. "I'm just shocked, just shocked that you'd think I'd suggest something like that," as if! She grins and reaches in her bag for a cigarette, leaning toward Charlie in her best pinup style. "Have a light, Bonnie Charlie?"
Of course he does...
It's not until he gets to the bar that Davydd actually sees Lily. He starts to say 'Hey, how's it going, small world' but he has to give his propers, and his propers belong to Fiona, called Drancy. She whose hair is stuck on the barstool. Davydd grins, leaning against and over her, "Lift up and I'll slide it out," he chuckles.
His already bracing for a punch in the gut for that one...
Close as he is, he's all the more massive seeming, and the tattoos are clearly evident. Vibrant swirls of dark and royal blue, cobalt and midnight and his own complexion, dragons upon dragons, and heather flowers, and holly quills, large biceps likewise painted. "You girls out painting the town pink?" he rumbles, looking over to the other two. There's a smile for Lily.
He seems to know her from someplace...
The girl with the large... personality and abundant charms, in whose lap Charlie seems destined to lie... must be Dot. Davydd turns to Fiona, not caring a pill for the crowd, her friends or his gathered nearby and he steals a kiss. "It's good to see you. You should come up with me, sit on the table and sing..."
She's laughing helplessly, not daring to shake her head for fear of losing a handful of cornsilk hair. "Shocked, she says, just shocked. Lils, we've been had - our Dot's a proper little prude, apparently," she crows. "...Ow..."
And then Davydd comes over, and her attention shifts right proper, upwards. He gets a look of 'you didn't just say what I heard you say', and she'd aim a kick at his shins if she could brace herself for it. Instead, with the help of Lily and Davydd in freeing her hair, she reaches up and grabs hold of the blue-skinned Welshman's belt to haul herself up.
...And it's a credit to her loss of virginity that the next move isn't her knee coming up...
Instead, she whaps her palm upwards against one solid shoulder. "We don't paint things pink, Davydd. We leave that to mere men, like you." Fiona grins insouciantly, a challenging light briefly in her bright gaze, and she leans up the next moment to steal the kiss back.
"Lils, Dot, this's Davydd, who's earning himself a few kicks in advance. And he's now trying to steal me from your company for a couple of songs. D'you mind if I do? I can always tell him no, he doesn't hear it often enough." Charlie gets a knowing look, and Fiona just shakes her head a little, glance falling to the ring on Dot's hand for only the barest flicker. They're big boys and girls. A pause, then, and she looks from Lily to Davydd and back. Do they know each other?
There's a snort from Lily. "Dot? A prude? Christ, as if... did hell freeze over and someone forgot to send me the freakin' memo?" she kids, grinning as Kelly somehow manages to slink away from the entire scene.
Once Fiona's hair is dislodged from its captor, Lily steps back, letting her and Davydd have some space. A quick nod is given to the large man, murmuring, "Hiya... good to see ya." Giving a look to Fiona, she grins and says, "Gotcher self a good guy here, Drance. Well, from what I can tell, anyway. We met once. Was a proper gentleman, he was." Kudos, gal. Good on ya.
"Oh, well now... we get dragged out here to meet him and yer going to dump us? Fine, be that way..." she winks at the two, casting a glance over her shoulder at Dot getting close to Charlie. "In truth, I think the two of us could fend for ourselves if you want to go and play. Of course... go, go!" Lily replies with a grin and a light shove at Fiona's back. "Have fun, gal."
Dot leans in, smiling a mile to Davydd. "Well, hello there Mr. Lucky," did you think she was about to say 'Mr. Good Fuck?' Oh ye of such little faith! "Nice to meet you, I've heard a lot about you. For a long time actually." She can barely contain herself. She offers her hand. "Cheers, mate..." She takes up her Stoli and her cigarette, a glance to Charlie and then she looks back to Fiona and Davydd and Lily. "We're really happy for you both, by the by. I can't believe little Drancy Do Right is getting hitched. The Little Red Riding Hood to my Big Bad Wolf!"
Ah right, that's a Dot. Dot of legend. Infamous Dot. Davydd streaks a smile, takes her hand and shakes it. "Nice to meet you, Dot, and you," he says to Lily. "This is a strange small world. I save your life on the docks and next thing I find out your chums with the soon-to-be-missus. Everything alright? Keeping to the roads and off the moors?" a horror film joke, but it does apply.
Davydd looks to Fiona, glancing from her to Lily as he explains, "... I come on the piers one night, my friend Edward's down at the docks facing two huge blokes who attacked a girl. Then this one comes along and I scare her half to death," by turning weapons into flowers and myself into a bird to chase her down, mind you, "... good thing she doesn't hold grudges," Davydd grins to Lily. "Everyone's had a drink? Anyone hungry? It's on me," hands raise, "I'll brook no argument. And you," finger tip touches Fiona's nose, "... how about a duet of Summer Wine..."
"You see," Fiona tells Lily and Dot both, grinning again, "how hard it is for me to actually pay for my own drinks in this place? And come on, Dot! Drancy Do Right? Though I concede the Little Red Riding Hood outfit. Davydd's not seen that one, mind."
There's a quizzical look given from Davydd to Lily and then back. "Oh, I've heard of Edward," Fiona contributes, though now she's curious again. "And Davydd? You were a perfect gentleman? Did you strain anything?" Her grin is lopsided; she won't press, not now, and later she might or might not remember, but the surprise shows in her expression for just a moment.
"Glad you made it through in one piece, though, Lils," Fiona adds. "And I doubt we'll be singing all night. We're heading back to Wales before morning, I think," there's a glance given Davydd's way, seeking confirmation or disagreement, "so... Oh, a duet?"
She looks to the fingertip on her nose, and snaps at it playfully. "Grr. Well... since you ask so nicely and you're paying for my friends' pleasure... okay. One second, though."
Fiona turns, leaning to drape an arm over Lily's shoulder, stage-whispering to her, "Don't know how you and Doug're settled, but I saw your look to Kelly. Go on and order a Buttery Nipple - I dare you. Then see if he'll give you tea after closing." She turns back to Davydd, all innocence and guileless smiles. "So, we going to get this on, Old Man?"
If asked, Lil would have sworn Dot would have blurted out the wrong -uck word... but no, she behaves. Well, as best as Dot can, right? She grins and nods to the sentiment from Dot, "Yeah... congrats, you two."
It's good he told the story and not her. She honestly wouldn't know where to start or how to explain it. Relief passes across her face briefly as the realization hits her that she doesn't have to explain it.
"Yeah... strange, indeed," Lily admits. Living with an honest-to-goodness angel certainly backs up that statement, too, despite her initial meeting with Davydd. "And our meeting was... it was just weird. I ran across the scene and didn't know what all was going on... and he was just so... well, he towered over everyone else but was so calm... meh, yeah.. thanks again on that, Davydd. And any man who saves my hide and then wants to be with my friend? Fantastic."
Grinning, she looks back behind the bar, seeking out Kelly. "Yeah... I'm done my stoli. Where'd he go?" she says, pushing her glass forward a bit. But then she's got Fiona attached to her at the shoulder, so she cocks an ear up at her... but doesn't need to. Geezus... how many others just heard that? Christ, woman. You're as bad as Dot. Poor Lily goes fifteen shades of red. "Ohhh, you're awful! I was not..." But sure as shooting, what does she do? She never could turn down a dare. She calls out in Kelly's direction...
"Another stoli, please! Oh, and a Buttery Nipple... I hear they're good."
Little Red Riding Hood?
You can actually watch the synapses fire that thought, trace it through the squirming labyrinth of his mind and then read on his smile. There's an outfit? "Really? Maybe the duet can wait. What outfit is this, now, that I'm not aware of?" Large arms cross against chest and he cocks up an eyebrow, looking back and forth from Dot to Lily to Fiona. All suspicious like.
And then that grin.
Streaking across his features in its familiar comet-quickness and fire warmth and brightness, the smile lords over his entire expression. "We can't stay all night, no," he exhales, "...it's a long trip back to Powis." Yeah, all of about fifteen minutes the way he goes. He looks to Kelly as the girls plot and plan and he shakes his head.
Lord in heaven, girls...
"Make that two buttery nipples, Kelly," Davydd rumbles out, grinning like a madman. If you can't beat them, join them, they say. "No sense in having only one nipple lathered over in cream, might as well go for the gusto...For you," he murmurs to Fiona. "We'll sing another night, you should sit with your friends, I need a drink and a smoke, then we can loiter until you're ready to go, cariad..." Another kiss.
He's apparently already ...ready...
"Two buttery nipples," Kelly cracks out, appearing and grinning, shaking his head. Good god. "You'd think this was the Odeon," he lilts out. "But let it be known we at Davy's are nipples friendly..."
Too much for Davydd, he roars at that. Charlie claps. Gracie, who was thinking of returning, keeps on walking...
Dot laughs, looking all about. "I was telling Fiona here, my fiancé's a musician, well, she knows that, anyway we should all get together sometime.... do a private concert party, get some food, drinks and jam..."
It's utterly horrible how Davydd's mind can't keep off of sex, isn't it? Even worse how he seems to have infected Fiona with that inability. There's almost visible sparks crossing from her as she gives him an entirely demure look.
"Oh, I never wore it around you," Fiona all but purrs. "I wore it to Betty's Boobs once, when I was out with Dot - back when I was almost but not quite dating that Icelandic bloke, the one with the guitar. I'd called you about him and you were urging me to hook up with him, remember?"
She should be meowing, shouldn't she, she's gone so catty and all-round feline. That was with Dei... Pashmina's takeaway lemon curry and fruit-stuffed naan, Dot in something revealing parking herself on Sieg's lap with the guitarist handcuffed to keep him from wandering off, and a kiss stolen by a possessed musician which led even Huw to comment on Fiona's choices...
"I've still got the outfit, though," she adds, ever so offhandedly, with a toss of her hair. "And I went shopping earlier today - felt as if I was getting a bit bored, really. Too thin a palette." She turns to watch Lily place her order, with a smug expression firmly on her face. Ah, well, and isn't it the happiness of women who've hooked up to make sure that all their friends are well and truly hooked up? And she doesn't know this Doug. But she does know Kelly...
"Kelly, take care of this one, won't you? She's got a broken wing." What possesses her to say that, she doesn't even know, but the grin on her face has spread from mouth all the way up to eyebrows; she practically glows. And to those with Sight, she glows all the more. "And here, now, Llewellyn," she protests suddenly, turning to poke Davydd in the ribs, even as she's kissing him. "Mm. - You said something about a duet... and you know Kelly needs the custom. Answer the lady's question, and then answer mine, and then if you really want..."
A lingering pause...
"I'll collect my bags and we can go home..."
Little Red Riding Hood... does she know about this outfit? Well, even if she did, she manages to play innocent. Holding up her hands, palms facing outward, she grins, "Don't look at me. I hear nothing. I see nothing. I tell nothing..." Well, almost, right? Not counting all the stuff from Dot's Inquisition earlier at Madame Wong's. Even the most secretive of people will crack under pressure, right?
Hearing Kelly's crack about the 'nipples friendliness' of Davy's, she starts to snicker again. Well, that went over well enough... Lily shoots a look at Fiona. Nice try, girly. The snickering gets a little out of control for a moment as she finds this whole thing terribly funny. Damn. Did she knock back the stoli that quickly? She can't be buzzed yet.
Calming, the blue and black punker asks, "So, Drance...when will you be back in London? You'll call, right?" She's been enjoying tonight so much, she really is reluctant to see her go. "And really... a private concert party would be fab. Dot, that's brilliant! Think Sieg would do it? How about you two?" indicating Davydd and Fiona.
And then, just as she starts to revert back to her usual pale-ish self, Fiona opens her mouth again to Kelly... and the crimson starts to rise in her cheeks once more. Her hand flies and back-hands her lightly in the arm again, leaning towards her and hissing with laughter, "Oh stop it! What--?" There she goes... she's all flustered and red up to the tips of her ears again.
Davydd looks from the girl he's now stuck on imagining as various fable characters -- Little Red Riding Hood, Cinderella, Little Bo Peep, the Girl With A Curl In The Middle of Her Forehead -- and he looks to Dot and Lily, "Sounds a good idea. I'll look at my gig calendar when I get back up the palace," maybe that's just a term, or maybe they do live there, "... and I'll have Fiona make the arrangements. Maybe this summer," he looks back to Fiona. "We could have them out to the house," he offers up the idea. But the plans are left loose.
The sparks are visible and audible. And reflected in the dark green eyes and in the smile. "I'm going to pack up my stuff," he says quietly. "Lily, Dot," a glance to them, "... a pleasure to meet you both, and you again, Lily. We'll see you again soon," speaking for them both.
With a parting lean, a kiss that is a little more than a polite signal of departure or greeting, Davydd smiles and heads back to the table, pausing to speak to the people guarding the guitar.
A slippery nipple is set in front of Fiona with a knowing look. "You can both crash here for the night if you want," Kelly offers, "...I own the apartments over the pub." In fact, he lives here, along with two of the waitresses who sublet one of the flats from him. "Plenty of room. It's going to be late when you get to Powys..." He looks to Lily and Dot, smiling good-naturedly. "I'll watch out for them, never you fear," he offers, a smile reminiscent of Davydd's streaking across his expression.
Dot beams, "Excellent," and a knowing look passes between her and her friend. I don't blame you a bit, miss kitty in the city. The smile is shit-eating-with-canary-on the side. "Mmm...well Lily, looks like it's going to be you and me, kid...and maybe Charlie," she laughs and Charlie grins an obliging grin. He's good like that.
"Well, that's settled, then," Fiona answers, composure only slightly la-dee-dah my cell number. Lily, d'you have it? Here, just in case..."
She's reaching into her pocket for one of her calling cards - terribly la-dee-dah, innit? But they're plain enough. "Here, take it anyway, just in case... both of you. Looks like my plans for the night've just changed - and here I was planning on getting thoroughly shite-faced..."
She doesn't even argue with him speaking for the both of them...
She's really gone on the Welsh bastard...
"Oh, Dot can take care of herself," Fiona says suddenly, with a big grin. "If not, well." She's already admitted to having a fiance. "Charlie'll be a - well, an influence, I'm sure." How good is up to Charlie himself. She tries not to purr, glancing back over her shoulder at Davydd's retreat. "Lils, Kelly's solid Welsh stock himself." She picks up the buttery nipple and proceeds to turn to lean against the bar, gaze still lingering on the red-haired man-mountain.
"Lils, you've never had one of these before, right? I'll show you how it's done..." Davydd's influence on Fiona has been quite pernicious - or maybe it's the effect of loss of virginity plus Dot. She slides her tongue once around the rim of the glass, then closes her lips over the top, tongue dipping into the contents; then it's a tip back of the head, still holding the glass (it's a buttery nipple, not a blowjob, after all) and the contents disappear down her throat. And the look on her face - butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. Much.
"Well, then - I think I'm off. I appreciate the offer, Kelly, but you know, one show a week is as much as my nerves can stand." She straightens, shaking herself out and setting the glass down on the bartop firmly, reaching for her parcels. "I've got to go put the Welsh bastard I'm marrying in his place."
Kelly laughs grandly, "Good luck with that... let me know how it turns out..."
"Good seeing you, Davydd," Lily offers with a smile, the crimson in her face beginning to cool off a bit. "Drance, Dot, just let me know when this jam session's going on, ok?" She doesn't play a single instrument, nor does she sing -- well, she's tried her hand screeching for a punk band, but that's the extent of it, and that was -years- ago -- but she always makes for a good audience. And who is she to miss out on a party?
She accepts the card from Fiona. "Yeah, just the two of us, Dot... oh, and Charlie, no offense meant there," she says with a smile. "Whatever shall we do for the rest of the night, hm?"
Her attention is caught by Kelly behind the bar as he sets Fiona's drink before her. "Is there a 'nipple there for me, handsome? And a stoli? Don't mean to make you work or nuthin'... unless you want me to come back there..." Okay, the first bit of vodka's given her a bit of courage, it seems.
Hearing the comment about Kelly being of 'solid Welsh stock', she then shoots a look at Fiona as though to ask 'And just what does that mean??' The heat in her cheeks begins to rise again. Geezus. Give the poor girl her alcohol, now, dammit.
"No... never had one, but my, that's good technique. You can't just toss it back? Gotta make a show of it?" While everyone's watching?
"I'm comin', darlin', I'm comin'," Kelly chuckles. "Be careful with this. Potent...well, what nipple isn't I suppose..." He sets the glass down in front of Lily, smiles and then turns toward one of Davy's Girls, the waitresses, nodding and heading back to the taps.
The guitar is not coming with him. That belongs to Kelly and that stays here. The sweater and coat, on the other hand, are coming along for the ride, flight, whatever. Davydd doesn't pull the sweater back up and over, he'll make do with the leather for now. The sweater, light in texture and color, is handed over to Fiona. Hold this, wear this?
Hands shove into the depths of his pockets, and he's looking at his woman with a sidelong smile and meaning-crammed, green-worlded eyes. "Ready?" That didn't take long, now did it?
Not that he's trying to rush or anything...
Grinning to the girls, he opens up his arms to swallow his... gift laden? girl. Curiosity washes over his expression and he tilts his head at the bags. "What did you buy me?" he grins, and with a whistle makes a path for them amid the crowd. "I think we should take the short cut," he murmurs...
The sweater's draped around her shoulders, large enough and heavy enough to hang there without being knotted for the moment. "I'm ready," Fiona answers, with a small, private smile that threatens to get away from her. Not long at all, really...
She moves into Davydd's arms, her answer almost muffled by the breadth of him. "You'll have to wait until we get home," she answers with mock-gravity. "They can't be opened here... Shortcuts? Just like a man, wanting to rush..."
As if she weren't eager, all of a sudden, to be back at the castle herself. A cheery parting wave is offered in Dot and Lily's directions, but Fiona's attention is definitely somewhere else.
Who knew that dragons could be so addictive?
Posted by rowan at April 01, 2004 05:53 PM
