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Blinking sleepily despite the late morning hour, J'iura trudged through the door leading to the mess hall with a face better suited to a week old corpse. Bags hanging heavily beneath his eyes, it was obvious he hadn't slept in awhile and that his hair hadn't seen a comb in days. His clothing, thankfully, was fresh enough so as not to draw comment, but with a head better suited for a birds nest, few would draw close enough to notice the lack of a smell.

Klah. I need Klah.

The thought was strong and all encompassing, so despite appearances, or perhaps in spite of them, he bee-lined for the freshest pot of klah without a single staggered step. Somewhere he knew Dannath was dozing, the sharding well-rested b*****d, and a small perverse side of him wanted to prod at the sleeping dragon so he wouldn't be alone in his misery. But as quickly as that thought came, it went the moment his cold fingers wrapped around a warm mug and his wandering feet brought him to the end of a long table.

Ahhhh. Klah.

Hunched over his newly acquired mug, the slim dragonrider probably didn't appear to be enjoying his cup of brew as much as he really was. It wouldn't be a stretch for a stranger to assume he'd just been dumped and was waking up from a hangover, or had lost a card game and was waking up from the depression of losing. He was hardly aware of anyone else in the Mess Hall, let alone their opinions, and if he sat down at a table that already had occupants.. well.. he wouldn't have cared about that even if he were aware.

"Ug, thank Faranth for Klah." He rumbled to no one in particular, perking up a little as the stimulating drink worked it's way through his body.

"Mhrrumm?"

Straightening in his seat to properly get a look at the person questioning him required far more energy than he currently had at his disposal, so he settled with half turning and leaving his eye level somewhere between the shoulders and waist. A disgruntled burp followed the inarticulate response to the girl's question, and there was no doubt in J'iura's mind that the speaker was a female, before the blackrider finally managed to fully kick his brain into function mode.

Vaguely he recalled a crow of delight and far too much energy emanating from the other end of the table, but whether that had stemmed from this person was neither here nor there. His head was going to hurt no matter what anyone else did, so a deathly silence or standing ovation didn't phase him either way. They were both sharding awful.

He had noticed however, almost immediately after ascertaining gender, that the girl had an empty klah mug in her possession.

"Ar'you be goin' back fer seconds?" He asked without preamble, staring fixedly at the empty mug in her hand.

Perhaps it was lucky for Ofelia that J'iura didn't stand on decorum, and wouldn't even if he weren't out of it, but given the man's penchant for being a bit of a tease and a lazy bum... one had to wonder what kind of rider would have been better for the young Tanner to become acquainted with upon arrival at Trine Weyr.

If one could call a sluggish and obviously still very drowsy dragonrider an acquaintance that is.

"That s'onds good t'me." He rumbled back, heartened by the girl's enthusiasm despite his headache, he tossed back the remainder of his klah like he was chugging ale and slammed the mug down with another satisfied burp. " Hey, you wouldn't mind a gettin' a second cup for me then eh? Had a rough night y'know? Gotta get it together fer that beast outside... that bum. Wait, he's still slep'n."

The last came out a rumble as J'iura reached out for Dannath subconsciously and found the dragon still asleep. "That lazy, short-necked, smokeless wherryhead, I should.... bah." A loud thunk finalized that statement as J'iura's head unexpectedly met with the table, and was followed shortly by a groan.

"Shardit tha'hurt...why'd me head fall off."

There was a blessing in the small things, and in this case a very big blessing in how very slight of frame J'iura was. Minus the smack to the head, he rebounded well enough when Ofelia caught him, and even managed to catch himself from falling backwards when she scurried off to get a second round of klah. Really, a morning after hang-over shouldn't be this bad... but then again... he barely remembered his morning afters... so he wasn't sure what he was basing that assumption on.

You appear to be having trouble J'iura.

"Yer late." The rider mumbled, holding his head up with his hands propped against the table while he waited for Ofelia to return. Something small and warm cheeped in the general vicinity of his ear, and J'iura grimaced at the little bronze firelizard. "Yer late too Paako. You're never late."

Fashionably so. You should have gone easy on the drink last night.

"Eey. I thought I was going to get lucky. Don't blame a man for-"

There is no blame. Only stupidity. Dannath cut him off with the draconic version of a sarcastic chuckle. Perhaps J'iura shouldn't blame him, as it was usually the rider who got the tease in, but he really wasn't in the mood.

"Shardit Dannath-!" But his head chose that moment to spin, and he closed his eyes. That unfortunate part of the morning-after where there was nothing wrong with him except for a pounding headache was about the commence... and J'iura almost wished for his blissful incoherence back.

"Just need klah... and maybe that girl was right about a dunk in some water...." He said, mostly to himself, but partially to Paako who was crooning anxiously.

"Feh. Checking up on me would be the last thing Dannath would be asking Paako t'do." J'iura replied, taking the mug from the girl and drawing a long swig like a man starved for water. Like her, he didn't much care who it had belonged too previously, all that mattered was that there was klah in it. "And I sure don't have to dance attendance on him, am sure he likes watching me squirm." He paused to absorb that.. or just to catch his breath. "Wingleader might tan m'hide though..." he added sardonically.

Placing the mug back on the table, he leaned forward and cradled his head in his hands for a moment. The vapors rising from the liquid tickled his nose, but that sensation was far more welcome then the drum roll being played behind his eyes.

"Ah, too bad ignorance isn't always bliss. Thanks for the klah girl, m'sorry I didn't catch your name before. I'm J'iura." he said, offering a hand out to the side for a shake even if the rest of him was still stationed over the mug.

"Nah, he ain't that nice. Like I said, I'll probably be the next set of hides you'll be tanning. Old G'an might even commission that my backside hide be used to fashion new leathers for Moroth." The blackrider grumbled, replacing his hand back around the mug where it belonged. Though he did have the day off, and thus an entire afternoon and evening to sober up, he was aware of the consequences should he show up for drill practice the following morning at anything other then his best. Ah well, perhaps a ride to the beach later would help him on the road to sober-land.

Blessed klah, even if it was a bit on the hot side, the side effects were working wonders on his headache. "Knowing that, you'd think I'd have watched my liquor intake eh?" The grin was self-deprecating and mostly aimed towards the mug in his hands, but he spared a bit of it for when he looked back at Ofelia. "Seemed like a good idea at the time, but those would be famous last words." He continued, putting the mug down and leaning back to stretch his back.

"Nevertheless, it was a pleasure to be saved by you this fine morning Miss Ofelia, and I hope you and your brother's time spent at Trine won't be completely taken up by tannerwork." He added once he had felt his shoulders pop, leaning his arms back against the table, his light eyes brightened a bit when he finally saw the little green nestled in her hair. "Ah! You've got a little helper as well, who might that be?"