Poster: Segan Quinn
Post # 38
He should be headed back to the ranch, true. He should be settling in to
begin a day of hard labor tomorrow. True again. But here he was, in the
Thistle, a tankard in hand, resting back in his chair with his feet
propped up on another one he had pulled around. The truest statement of
all! True. True. And true again. Third time was the charm it would seem,
so he drank, and relaxed and pretended tomorrow wasn't another day.
With Conor not working as much as he had and gone so long, Segan made
sure to come around to the tavern once his ship was unloaded. He hadn't
lost that swagger even if he'd been on land more than sea. Things
had been a changing over the past number of months although he was
getting a lot of the shorter runs. The Captain was home again as he
filled the doorway of the tavern, one left open these warmer days and
nights. "Well, there's my scallywag of a brother. You've been at
least socializing with those ye kin?" Heading in to collect a
tankard of ale before joining him.
He chuckled, "and some I don't kin." Conor didn't drop his
feet yet, there were two more chairs to be had at his table.
"Though the don't kins seem to be more in number than the do
kin." He frowned, though not a serious one, one more of just
considering his own words. "Where have you been?" Conor never
really did get that whole sea travel thing. Feet versus fins and all.
Aye, he had feet, and solid ground suited him just fine.
Straddling up a chair as the intensity of blue eyes pegged his younger
brother. "Well, have you seen the McDonough's yet? I'm sure your
job with them was kept. And, have you seen the Indian lass that hung
about yea or not?" He knew he had made friends with her too. He
reached over to ruffle up his brother's hair briefly, "good to have
yea home again. Many to meet, aye, way of the lands but that is not
unusual." Then to answer his question. "I've been running
cargo for Bovee Shipping. Usually just up and around to Ballicastle or
in the other direction to Tyremoor and even Kildare."
Conor got seasick and that was reason enough for him to avoid sailing.
He'd be gratified to learn at least one of his cousins had the same
affliction when it came to the sea. The eldest of the three brothers had
come in through the back door, spoken to the guards and now was making
his way to the common room. "Ah, now there's a sight to see."
He saluted his two brothers. "Good to see you both tonight."
He knew Segan had been out at sea of course. "How
are you both this eve?" He made his way to the bar to obtain a
drink as he asked.
Brows arched up. Was that first a reprimand? Was the last a bit too
nosey a question? He didn't bother to smooth out his hair, or answer.
His life beyond the Thistle was no one's concern but his own. Wait! He
was a Quinn! What a ridiculous assumption. No one's concern! The Grand
Dame, Herself, was the matron of all-knowing. No one's concern indeed!
"Ever been to Ashland I..." He didn't get to finish his
statement, at least his voice trailed off at the 'land' part of island
as Eion entered. His feet did drop to the floor then and he scooted up
to sit straighter. "Good evening, Eion. Doing well, here. How's ...
things ... with you?"
At least he knew his brother was normal for the way he reacted to his
suggestions of those that he kin over those he kin not. "Eion, I
heard the bells toll this morning with good news." Which he would
know more directly having been on the king's field or so Segan was
He selected potcheen for his drink tonight, chuckling at the way Conor
had sat up. "I'm not Herself, Conor." He teased as he joined
them then nodded. "Doing well enough and yes, there was excellent
news in fact. The King and his Horsemen as well as the two knights were
all found alive." Not well, at first but they were all well on the
road to recovery.
Conor had spent the better part of the day with the Grand Dame. Give him
a break for reacting to his ::ahem:: elders. "That is grand
news!" He lifted his tankard and stood. "To those who
returned, and those who have been waiting that return!"
"Aye, I'll drink to that," as he stood offering his tankard up
and out. "To good endings may they continue to heal the hearts and
minds of those we love and beloved by those we kin as friends."
Which he drank down near all of the cold ale then grabbed up the bottle
Eion had brought over to chase it down with the pure.
"Aye, separated no more." He lifted his glass as well. It was
as if a great gray cloud had dissipated over the entire realm. Down went
half the drink.
He followed in like fashion, drinking down that toast. As the tankard
lowered, he looked to Segan again. "Have you?" He didn't
finish the question, just let it hang from before.
"Have I .. what?" He was bent on fogging up his mind with good
ale and potcheen. Nicely on his way as he relaxed back. Conor was
talking in strange riddles tonight, "and what of Ashland?"
There. He had heard him! "Have you been there, seen it, in any of
your travels?" His gaze darted to the area of the map, then back to
He settled in the third chair and leaned back. He'd enjoy his drink
while they solved riddles.
Conor enjoyed riddles nearly as much as he enjoyed sea travel. Good
thing it was Segan having to figure it out rather than Conor, eh?
"Have I ever been to Ashland.. Ashland off the seas.."
singsong, "probably have at least hit it's port if it has one..
otherwise, no. Not of land have I seen it. So, tell me about this
"I think I need to catch up with you two in drinking." He
muttered after a moment, utterly lost.
Conor was all about shrugging today. Seemed it either started or ended
most of his comments. He shrugged a shoulder. "Don't know anything
about it. Was hoping you could fill me in. But what good are you?"
He chuckled, then glanced to Eion. "And what's new there? You're a
lazy sod of a drinker."
"Ah.. so that's it," giving Eion a glance then back to Conor,
"I think little brother wants a beating and to be dunked in the
trough outside." Starting to get up as he could see to that..
"Aye, that might be a good idea." He just gave the youngest a
smile ... the one that usually caused little brothers to run.
Which had Conor coming to his feet as well, prepared to defend himself.
Which he had done quite often in his lifetime. "You daft horse's
asses, you've both lost your friggin' minds." Ah, yup, he was
preparing to dart, you better believe it! "What does catching up
with drinking have to do with tossing me in a trough? Lost them, gone,
no minds at all." He'd get his fair share of bruises from the
attempt, but dang if his brothers would come out of this unscathed
should they try it. He shifted his weight to one leg, ready to push off,
Which had him burst out laughing. "Thought maybe you'd be seeing
Ashland after a few dunks but iffin you want to get drunk then that is a
horse of a different color. I'll drink to that," lifting his
tankard to drain the last before he was off to the bar for a refill. He
would be bringing back more potcheen too.
Segan's move to the bar had Conor tensed, even if it seemed the
conversation had switched to drinking rather than dunking. He chanced a
look to Eion to see if that brother had relaxed his stance too.
No dunking. He laughed and sat back down stretching out his legs.
"You look like you're in pretty good shape still. Might be hard to
catch you. Though, I admit, it might be fun to watch Segan try to catch
Since Eion sat, Conor leaned toward him in a hushed voice that was
rather loud, just so Segan could hear. "He's getting old, he's
already been caught by a lass, how quick can he be?" A look to
Segan as he leaned a hand on the table, just to watch that brother's
reaction to the engaged reference.
That's when Conor got tackled from behind. Segan had left the tankard at
the bar, so when he looked, he wasn't there but certainly like a monkey
on his back. "Get his legs, Eion!"
Whoa! He hadn't expected that himself and nearly took a tumble from his
chair. Now the question was, did Segan really have hold of Conor?
"Ffff..." The word started, but didn't finish. He hadn't seen
Segan at the bar and the expletive started but didn't get to finish as
he was jumped from behind. His head snapped back, catching Segan square
on the bridge of his nose, even as he kicked his chair aside, hoping to
keep Eion from coming at him from that angle. Alex would not be pleased
if the boys broke any of the furniture, but this was survival!
That chair didn't help Eion keep his balance much but he did save his
potcheen! As he tried to untangle himself, he placed the glass safely on
the table. They'd be taking it outside as soon as he got to his feet.
The scrapping that is.
"He's as squirmy as an eel, get his feet," trying not to laugh
at the same time even with the zing to the bridge of his nose. It
wouldn't be the first bloody nose he ever got nor the last but at least
he could bleed on his brother. Not gushing thankfully as he hooked his
arms up under Conor's that had his hands turn up and around to cup
behind Conor's head too so there was no more head butting.
"Mangy cur dogs!" He whooped. Life was good when in the midst
of a scramble, especially if he was outnumbered by the best! Before Eion
could get to his feet, a heel had found the top of Segan's foot, and had
the table not been directly in front of him, Conor would have used
Segan's hold to drop his own weight, and then bend to flip his brother
over his shoulders. That might crush the table though, and even in the
fray, Conor tried hard not to do any real damage to the tavern. Just his
brothers! He struggled with Segan's hold, squirming fiercely, just as
Segan had dubbed him.
Which had him hopping and jerking Conor back and forth so he could not
get a good foothold nor even land his feet on the floor much at all
until Eion could get hold of them in a lock.
Right! Was Eion daring enough to attempt to lower himself to that level
of kicking, flailing feet?
Eion was laughing and up on his feet. He sure as hell was going to try
and with one caught good and the other dragging, (and trying to protect
a vital spot), was shouting "Out!" Before either Alex or Hazel
came after them with a broom, bucket of slops or maybe even a frying
pan. Hell, Conor had always been tough to hold onto, and it didn't help
that they had been drinking. "Ow!" Came as Conor's heel caught
him in the shin.
Conor would have preferred to have walked Out! Then they could have
taken it up from there! Limp of arms and jerking of legs, still his
brothers held firm top and bottom. Conor had no doubts, unless some
unexpected miracle happened, he was going in the water tonight!
Dammitall! But one or the other of those two who towed him out,
were going in with him!
Or worse.. laughing. Certainly Segan was even with the welt on his
forehead. Blood on the top of Conor's head and back before it ceased.
Heading out, there was no way to back out of this now or get the broom.
The faster he moved the better it was and the lock held Conor plastered
to his chest facing Eion. It was not a straight forward path, nor even a
steady one, more like zigzagging and faltering all the way as Conor
squirmed, twisted and generally tried to get loose from their grip.
Almost stumbling down the steps, Conor might have some temporary other
concerns or scares as Segan finally got his balance and was heading
towards that trough, scared the few horses away to give them room.
Concerns or scares? Bah! Bumps, bruises, bleeding, it was all a part of
the evening, was it not? He never quit jerking about, attempting to
catch one of the brothers off their guard with their hold. Finally, as
they neared the trough and the horses snorted and whinnied with their
disapproval of this game, Conor made one last effort, and rather than
surging out to kick Eion away, he jerked his legs in, pulling Eion to
him, then that free leg, the one dragging and kicking this whole time
wrapped around the back of his brother's knee. Catching him at that
vulnerable spot that might weaken the eldest Quinn's stand. At the same
time, he snatched Segan toward him as well, rather than fighting him
away, causing both the captive and assailant to teeter to one side,
dangerously close to both tumbling into that large basin of water.
It was that insult of Conor's that always caused him to crack up. He was
barely managing to keep his balance as it was and kept trying to grab
Conor's other leg. Cussing, he stumbled again though he was laughing. It
was beginning to look as if they'd all be smelling like horse water
tonight. He wasn't letting go of Conor, even if he went in.
"Just because you can't get a girl," ho boy, Segan just had to
add that as a come back. Pulling Eion in like that had the two smacking
foreheads but dam if he was going to let go or even be pulled in tothe
trough as he braced a foot there to keep him from thus. Time to let go
as he surged a little forward in a heave ho, letting Conor go through
the air. If Eion didn't let go on that cue, then well, only Conor's head
and chest would be in with Eion holding on to his leg.
He caught the heave ho, but falling to one knee, he didn't toss Conor
quite right. Wincing, he watched to see if the youngest even made it
into the trough or missed!
Shoulders smacked hard on the wooden rim, causing him to grunt out a
curse of revenge. His arm smacked into the water, sending a spray of
horse-lip water up and over the lot of them. That caused Conor to
sputter and choke, he wasn't expecting that! He fell to the ground
beside the trough, with a rather loud thud/splat and another groan,
right in, worse than the water! A remnant of one of the horses' last
meal! He was kicking like a madman now. Eion better take the hint
and let go...fast!
Segan was back pedaling fast, laughing his ass off. Sure he got
initially splashed but noting compared to the squirt Eion probably got
when Conor displaced the horse's refined meal.
Ugh! At least it hadn't hit him in the face, but the chest yes. He was
up quick, though, laughing as he turned and started to run. Maybe a good
place to head was the lake rather than the castle or manor. He didn't
want to set the knight's hall to smelling!
When his feet dropped hard to the ground, and Eion took off in a sprint,
Conor was scrambling to his feet, and in doing so, caught Segan with
both palms firm to his chest, and gave a mighty shove, right toward that
trough, before taking off after Eion. The son of a motherless goat! Yes,
Eion was adopted! And so was Segan! Conor was the only pure blood Quinn
worth any salt!
After an entire day of exploring the land the brunette visitor returned
to the familiar establishment and made her way inside with a small tug
to the door. Heathfield was quite the wonder to behold! The people that
called the nation home were wonderful. Hospitable and friendly. Head
gave a small tilt as she felt the warmth emanate from the hearth and
strike upon her lithe form. A wave to those within as she moved toward
the bar. She really didn't want to interrupt anyone.
Being he had back pedaled a distance the shove didn't get him close
enough to the trough to fall in. Nope. Only Conor got that honor as he
too was now after them both! "Mangy curs!" laughing it out.
No one was inside except Alex. She might hear the laughing, yelling and
shouts from the brothers outside.
Don't make Eion laugh! He was trying to run here!
A sigh puffed between chapped lips as she leaned upon a stool and eyed
Alex. "Now I understand the pride" There was love in the pitch
of her voice.. But her smile dwindled when she heard laughing, and
yelling voices out side. "What's going on?" Oh she
should have known it was the cause of brotherly 'love'. Moving towards
the back door she paused at the threshold and watched them. Conor.. She
recognized him instantly.
Trying...the word that mattered. Old coot that he was! Smelling of horse
shyte and drool water, Conor was fast on his oldest brother's heels and
knowing that the next in line was fast on his!
"I smell like horse shit! So does that make me a mangy
horse?!" He jumped a crate that was in his way, looked over his
shoulder and poured on speed. Oh look! There was the fountain!
He would have waved a farewell to the peeping female had he the chance
to see her, but ... oh no ... there was hell to be paid. And Eion's
interest was adding up, as was Segan's!
Next in line had grabbed up a wash bucket with sudsy water still within
as he turned the corner of the tavern fast on his brothers' heels. He
noted the woman at the side door and gave off a salute as he passed.
Going in, Eion? Probably so, but Conor took to the air, catching Eion
about the waist as they both sailed head first into the fountain's
She was completely fine with being put on the back burner of attention.
She understood very well the need to uphold your honor.. Especially when
faced by your own kin! Full lips quaked into a smile as she stood there
and leaned on the sill of the porch beam.
Segan skidded to a halt at the fountain's edge and would send the sudsy
contents flying upon them when they emerged.
He had been planning on going around it and keeping it between himself
and the youngest! But instead, he held his breath as they went, then he
was twisting around to try to make sure Conor stayed under a few extra
seconds. Of course, the face full of suds would cause him to release
Conor and fall back into the water. And the fountain would be foaming!
But when the brothers fell head over heels into the fountain she cringed
and tried not to chuckle.
Conor, after staying immersed a few more seconds than Eion, came up
spurting and choking, and swatting at bubbles that plastered to his
face. Where had they come from...ah! There was Segan, bucket in hand! He
wagged a finger at his dry brother. Paybacks. God how he loved them!
He'd be giving Conor a hand this time as he came up, looking like a
great suds monster.
Upon hearing Conor choke she frowned and even took a step forward but..
Something inside of her resisted. Brows pinched together and she laced
her arms around her chest.
"Now, thank me for the bubble bath you pansies..." yes, he was
moving away from the fountain.
He shook his arms where he stood in the waist deep water, like that
would do any good and slapped his palm to Eion's forearm, clamping down
in thanks for the assistance.
Maybe they'd put a bug in Herself's ear and have her come a-visiting
Segan's ship? "Segan." Growled though he grinned at Conor.
The other hand swiped his hair back, slicking it to his head as he
looked to Segan. "Tonight?" There wasn't much Conor liked more
than a drawn out scuffle, but they were wet, and slippery, and Segan was
dry, and fleet of foot. But...for another time tonight, he shrugged.
"Why the hell not!" And he was scrambling from the fountain.
He would be coming up with a good seafaring story on how he got the
bruises on his face and at least the bloody nose had stopped bleeding.
Luckily he wasn't much of a bleeder. "Pansies can't catch a real
man," yelling that out over a shoulder before laughing.. running
too! He had his land legs when needed.
"Real men don't run!" He shouted to his fleeing brother's
back, even as he was chasing after him. Eion could catch up, or not,
either way, there would be more bruises to be had yet tonight!
"We can chase him clean back to wherever he's running to
hide." And be dried off by then. "You'll be singin' a
different tune soon, boyo!" And he was joining Conor in resuming
that mad dash.
Listening to them she shook her head.. Eyed each of them and moved back
inside the Tavern.
"Who's running? I'm racing you two slackers!" Taunting them
still as was the way of it tonight.
Yup, too much to drink, and too much testosterone, always made for an