Zeja is kickin' back, relaxin' and maxin' all cool... *stops quoting the Fresh Prince of Bel Air theme song* She looks up as her guests arrive, grinning as Esmeyath bugles her greeting to the blue. "I welcome you," Zeja tells them in a mock-elegant voice as she stands and offers a curtsy, "I've got meatrolls and sweets and juice and... Es..."

M'er is... wired? Oh, yes. As if it weren't normal by now. "Yipee!" he exclaims, leaping into the couch, and wiggling a bit closer to Zeja. A beam comes to his face, and his eyes light up. "Suith says I should eat fish. Fishrolls..." Pause... "No, no. She says I should eat raw fish." Oh yes. Sushi. Yummy.

Valanth pokes his head into the greens couch, warbling to the others, settling the rest of himself just outside, craining his neck to peek around curiously, whuffling at the food then sitting back. Hm...Suith? Where is that little green, anyways?

D'baji gives an appreciative little wiggle of his fingers as slinks right on in. This is, after all, only the second couch not belonging to him he's been in. And hopefully the dragon in residence here won't try to eat him. Anyway. "You've got juice? What else have you got? To mix with it, like?" The rate of finger-wiggling increases for the prospect of mixed drinks of any kind. "And sweets are good. Meatrolls, psh. We eat too healthily anyway. Shardin' Weyr." 

Zeja blinkblinks toward M'er as she giggles, patting the place next to her. "Come on over, fellow greeny," she tells him with a grin before ewwing. "Remind me never to kiss you. Nothing worse than a man with raw fish on his breath. Meatrolls are good, honest. And cooked!" She holds out the plate toward him. Esmeyath flutters her wings toward Valanth as she pushes toward him some raw herdbeast, not too bloody, cut into the shape of flowers. Don't ask. She grins at D'baji, waggling a finger at him. "You know me too well," she murmurs as she slips a half-empty bottle of clear liquid from beneath her pillow.

Valanth beams at Esmeyath, eyeing the herdbeast curiously. << How...Pretty >> he comments, daintily - or as daintily as a dragon can - munching at a petal of the meat flower.

D'baji can't help but grin, particularly broadly, at the greenrider of the female persuasion. "Y'know, I've been meaning to tell you I'm head over heels in love with you," he drawls, eyes fixed firmly on the bottle and the sloshy contents. And is that something of a draconic sigh from outside, in a voice that could only belong to Nverath? "So, right then, where are the glasses?" Nope, no hellos, no how are yous. That would involve tact and a lack of lust for those 'special' juice mixes. Gaze still rather glued on the bottle, he meanders to Zeja's un-M'ered side, taking a kneeling position, and doing his best not to get in the way of any dragons or meatflowers.

"No, no... Suith says only raw fish. I suppose I'll have to sneak, or something." Or eat soap to kill the smell. M'er slips over to Zeja, and sits beside her, beaming. Peer at D'abji. "Nooo... I'm already in love with her. You can have Es, or something..."

Esmeyath purrs toward Valanth as she chooses a stem. <<Much tastier than that Tree>> she informs him. D'baji's words receive a raised eyebrow and smug smile. "About time you realized it. I was beginning to think it would take stronger persuasion." The tactless weyrling winks at him as she pours a bit into a glass. "Prefer it alone or with something?" she asks as she slips it toward the bronzerider's hand. A laugh goes to M'er. "Esmeyath prefers the dragons, oddly enough. And boys, boys, you can share me. I am hardly a one-man woman. You know the old phrase-- Too many weyrs, too little time!"

Valanth snorts quietly, side stepping over closer to Esmeyath. /He/ has Esmey. Along with most of his other greenie clutchsibs. What a charmer. <<Hm...True. Tree's a nice friend, though. But, this is much tastier >> he agrees as he gnaws away.

D'baji sends a sideways glance towards the green, and then gives a bit of a giggle towards M'er. "Okay," is agreed with a wink Esmeyathwards. Oh yeah, he'll take Valanth on. "Y'know, she /is/ the prettiest green of the Weyr..." Blink at M'er, and at knots, and memories, and oh yeah. "I mean, her and Suith, of course." Here he clears his throat. "Well... I dunno, haven't had too many drinks recently, so let's say... Alone. Cause with something would seem blasphemous, otherwise." Cause it wouldn't be from a certain pub at a certain northern hold on Ista Island, but moving on. "Although I suppose if she likes the dragons better... Well, maybe if Nverath would poke his head in here," at which point, from outside, comes a snort, "and I dunno. I love you as long as I'm in your place, how 'bout? And then M'er can have ya."

Esmeyath offers a nod toward Valanth as she continues to chew, eyes whirling blue. <<Enjoying the party? Zeja said that if we had invited harpers, we could have danced!>> She shakes her booty for emphasis. A grin goes D'baji-wards. "I'm glad you realize her loveliness, too. Faranth knows both she and I do. And oh! Your manliness scared M'er away." She nods as she hands him the glass. "There you go then," she replies, pouring her own. "Now, Nverath better not tell any upper dragons about this. I'd hate to be kicked out of the weyr." She laughs at the thought as she takes a sip and shakes her head. Both dragon and rider's eyes go toward the bronze's direction as she laughs. "Not much of a partier, is he?" She then nods. "That would work. EVen a little love goes a long way."

Valanth parts his jaw in a draconic grin, licking a small bit of meat-juices from his muzzle, waggling his tail at that statement. << Ooh, yes. Dancing is very fun. We should find a party someday with harpers and go to dance. >> A bob of his head and he goes back to his food, being all neat and tidy about eating.

>> Ista Weyr: The watchrider announces the arrival of Jozzie.
D'baji takes the glass just a bit selfishly, nodding. "Well, y'know. She had a good egg, and," here he looks around to be sure M'er was /really/ scared away, "She /is/ the prettiest green. In my opinion. Nverath's too, though he's somewhat influenced by me." And now to sip the drink. And now to melt a bit, sliding against the wall until he's halfway slumped and staring adoringly up at Zeja. "This is wonderful. You're wonderful. It's all wonderful." He misses his booze. "Not really, no," is admitted of the bronze. "He's not been to ready to stick his head into crowds of people recently. He might be persuaded later, maybe, but for now... He'll sit and comment from the side, I guess." And for the final comment, a shudder. "Let's not even /go/ there. Love is baaaaaaad." Get that. An 'Eight A' sorta bad. "Or, not so much bad, as just... Not half as good as whatever this is." Swirl of the glass. "Where'd you get it?" 

Esmeyath croons toward Valanth as she nibbles on a bit of 'leaf'. <<Zeja tells me of Gathers,>> she informs the other dragon after licking a small trail of blood from her maw. <<She says if we go to Gathers, we can party till the moons come out, and then we can party with the moons!>> The human turns toward her friend with a raise of her own glass as he takes his. "Oh, one of the most beautiful eggs, though Nverath's was lovely, too, of course. They all were." Chuckling, she nods. "It's good to be good, but something's just shouldn't be considered illegal. So I take part in the things I think shouldn't be considered illegal." She looks toward the entrance again, Esmeyath offering a bugle to Nverath as Zeja calls "I'll make them leave some meat for you, Nverath!" She wrinkles her nose at D'baji. "Love is a joke. There's no such thing. People just get little fantasies and get addicted to people. It fades fast. So I say... Have fun while you can, and when that person gets old, move on, y'know?" Zeja philosophy. It's gotten her through the past seven years... and about 10 men. She shrugs slightly at his question, smirking. "Know J'oint, the brownrider? Yeah. Him."

Valanth rumbles as he finishes off the last of his flower. << Ohh, I hope there will be a gather soon when we learn how to fly farther. >> A musing expression comes with a cock of his head << I've never partied with the moons before... >>

D'baji nods a bit for Nverath's egg discussions. "It was. It was morbidly nice, I guess. Like, almost made you sick to look at, but really attractive in that way." Oh yeah, Deb had a crush on that egg. "Good idea," is noted to Zeja. "Illegal things are... Bleah. I mean, the only problem is people don't do them responsibly enough, so we can't do 'em. Now, if people were to pay attention, aye, there'd be a wonderful world..." A bit of scrabbling to be heard outside, and soon enough, a certain foamy muzzle, leading into a bronze's head, pokes around the corner with as dubious an expression as a dragon like Nverath can carry. <<No meat,>> the bronze one intones softly with an interested peek towards Zeja, and D'baji, and then his clutch sibs. <<Though perhaps the company.>> Trust 'Ver to be doubtful about anything partyish. "I dunno if I'd call it a joke, really. Just too shellin' confusing to deal with at nearly any given time. I mean, I"m sure somewhere people'll find someone who's right enough that they can deal with for a lifetime. I mean, it's like dragons, only generally the humans arn't half as loyal." Blink. "Sorta, heard of him at least... Why?"

Esmeyath 's throaty purr continues with her velvet-like voice. <<I do hope, as well! Zeja says Gathers only come in occasional turns. And I never have either, but it sounds like fun!>> "Right," Zeja replies to D'baji with a firm nod of her head. "Society creates illegal things from what they're scared of, using them as stipulations for others." Occasionally, she can kinda have ideas under that layer of strange, crazy girl. Esmeyath blinks up toward Nverath. <<Quite all right, company is always nice, even if you don't wish for meat>>, she replies as the greenrider contemplates D'baji's words. "Right, but don't they get /bored/ being with the same person constantly? I mean friends can surpass a level, go back to a level, and stay... friends with benefits, for a while. But when you have someone you love, and something happens, you lose so much... So why bother?"

D'baji raises his glass in response to Zeja's commenting, more than happy to drink to it. Well, more than happy to drink, truth be known, but... And it's nice to know that the greenie's not always... Odd. <<Though your meat designs are quite enchanting, I'll admit,>> Nverath notes to Esmeyath, giving a bob of his head to both her and Valanth, though the blue's is for the leaving. <<But I've eaten. And no desire to stuff. It isn't a pleasant feeling.>> And D'baji shrugs again to Zeja. "Not bored, I'd really hope... I mean, cause then it wouldn't so much fall under the 'love' category, would it? And just cause you're 'more than friends' doesn't mean you love the person either... And y'know, there's the possibility. But then what if you /don't/ lose it? You sound so pessimist! I mean, I've been losing and regaining stuff like that off and on since 'Ver, and that's alright enough, I think it's worth it." And he's really not a masochist either.

Zeja grins as she takes a drink, relaxing back. "Aah, this is the life." Okay, so she's this lazy every day. <<Oh, thank you! Zeja cut it for me!>> The two have too much time on their hands, for weyrlings. <<And no, it is not good for a dragon to overeat. Besides, you need to keep your trim figure!>> The green pauses. <<Have /you/ ever danced with moons?>> Returning to the saner human conversation. Zeja shrugs and grins. "I love most of my friends, but I've never wanted to bother loving anyone else I've been with  because, well, they just... get old? It's hard to explain, and most don't understand. And no, I'm not being pessimistic. I'm not negative and depressed. I love being the way I am. I don't get heartbroken, and I have fun. That's better than being one of those moping, confused folks I see around."

D'baji rolls his eyes, settling his glass in a nice firm place on his thigh, still half-sunken from his recent meltings. "Right then. Well, love for friends and the like is different than that other sort, don't you think? I'd say it'd be for me, probably... Though I've not really had many friends I could say I'd 'loved' but still. It's just different, is all. I didn't mean to say that, I guess. It's just a different view, Nverath delights in reminding me." Damn know-it-all bronze. "And we don't /all/ mope, thank you very much." Hiss, fft.