Aah, the drink. That's what could help Dark right now. Nice bit of alcohol, yes... He's sitting, relaxed in a very comfortable looking chair, sipping at a mug of some sort of liquid, no doubt enjoying himself, due to the smug grin on his face revealing that fact to all.

Lumar wanders quietly into the room, trying to be as silent as possible. After all, this is a room he most often sees the bigger fighters come in to, so he guesses he's not allowed....Tip-toe,...tip-toe....all goes well until his pesky ears get in the way of his legs and -crash-!, he tumbles into some chairs..."Owww..."

Darklett yawns, leaning back in the chair and looking like he's gonna get some winks in before he gets interrupted by one of his seemingly endless requirements around the mountain. He almost gets his eyes closed until Lumar makes all the bloody racket in the world. He quirks his brow in the rabbit's direction, his eye squinting in a wince... "Ouch. You alright?" He leans forward a little in the chair, looking caught between a frown and an amused smile.

Cephas walks into the rec room, eyes roaming over the hares already present. His left ear folds over when he sees Dark, the runner quietly walking over to the bar, slipping onto an empty stool. Ceph mumbles his order to Neville, resting his chin on his paw with a sigh.

Lumar is sprawled on his head, upside-down, looking at Darklett through a mess of chairs. "Yeah...i'm ok...." Then, he realizes who he's talking to....and rolls onto his footpaws, then scurries behind a table leg..."I'm not in trouble am I?"

Sorrel bounces in not long after cephas, taking a seat next to darklett with a spn. She stops, and smiles at the buck. "Heya."

Darklett actually does grin at the sight of the young rabbit, his eyes darting back and forth at the question. "Uh... I don't think you are, no. I don't think I'm really in any position to punish you, even if you should be." He grins wider, chuckling. Oh, look it's Sorrel. Ree! Ree! Ree! Ree! Cue Psycho stab music. Darklett turns the other way, trying to avert her attention away from himself, but to no avail. "...Hi, Sorrel," he says, low, almost under his breath.

Sorrel orders a sweet looking orange whiskey, and turns back, glancing from the rabbit to the buck. "...what's up?"

Lumar blinks, tilting his head when he see's he's not in trouble and goes to one of the barstools, trying to clamber up onto it unsuccessfully since it's taller than he is. "Stupid tall chair..." he mutters....

Whoo, no one noticed him. XD Ceph smiles faintly to himself, taking his hot cider from Neville with a small thanks. He sip his cider, turning around on his stool, eyes going over the hares again, watching them from his seat.

Darklett raises a brow at Lumar as he tries to get up on the stool. Oh, leave me here with HER, will you? Eesh. He looks to Sorrel, almost painfully. "Nothing."

Sorrel takes a sip. "How's auree?" you can see she's incredibly bored, and doing her best not to annoy Dark. Buckthorn's orders.

Darklett takes a sip from his own drink, his eyes not really focusing anywhere. "She's... fine. Can't find her doll, though. Have you seen it anywhere?"

Lumar finally gets himself onto the stool, and immediately topples it over, into a few other stools creating a domino effect with much crashing and noise. He looks up at the three hares and gives a sheepish grin..."Ooops..."

Cephas sighs to himself, his left ear still flopped over. Being the nice hare he is, the runner rises from his chair, walking over towards Dark and Sorrel. "Evening." Ceph murmurs, taking a seat close by, sipping from his mug.

Sorrel nods to ceph, then turns to the rabbit, trying not to laugh. "Here, let me help ye wit' those." she stands up, and looks over her shoulder. "Ye....wot'd she call et? last I saw, she was playin' wit it an' tuckworth."

Darklett hms. "She's looking for it, she lost it, it seems. Hope she finds it soon." He winces at Lumar again, shaking his head and facefaulting. "Hey, Cephas. Haven't seen ya in a while, how've you been?"

Cephas shrugs, resting a footpaw on his knee. "'lo Dark. Been alright I suppose. Staying in the library alot, if not in the training room since my leg is finally healed up."

Lumar nods at Sorrel as he slowly tips a stool back to its upright position. Confident that one is up, he starts on the next one...

Sorrel watches him, highly amused. "Ye sure ye...don' wont some 'elp thea, lad/"

Lumar blows an ear out of his eyes, only to have it fall back in place, he tries a few more times before giving up.

"Umm...yeah...I got it...." Far from it though as his long ears get in his way, making him lose his footing as he picks up a stool, and then completely undo all the work he just did. He raises a paw from under the pile of seats, "Ok...I could use some help...."

Sorrel laughs, and pulls him up, beginning to work on setting them right -again-

Darklett chuckles over at the clumsy Lumar over there, talking back to Cephas. "Oh, that's good that you're all healed up. I haven't really been up to much, after the recent patrol." As if on reflex, he rolls his shoulder to check to see if it's still sore.

Cephas nods, glancing over at Lumar with a grin, before taking another drink of his cider. "Yea. How'd that go? Y'all were gone a long time. Auree made me play hide and seek with her a few days."

Darklett hmphs. "You didn't hear?" He looks off to the side. "There was a bit of... trouble." He shrugs, rolling his shoulder again, shifting in his chair. "Unexpected trouble."

Lumar smiles as the chairs finally get set back up correctly, and he smiles at Sorrel, "Thank you." his long ears perk up a few inches with his happiness. He tries once more to get seated on the stool.

Sorrel twitches an ear. "Wot? Ah don' think Ah heard this either...y'mean othah than the trouble on th' patrol?"

Darklett shakes his head. "No, I meant the trouble on the patrol."

Cephas shakes his head, ear starting to perk up again. "Nah. I haven't really heard much of anything about it. Been busy with other things. So, what kind o' trouble did y'all run into?"

Darklett takes a deep breath, then exhales it, shifting himself in his chair again. "Some vermin trouble. There was a fight... Didn't go so great for a few hares. Lieutenant Humbert was killed, Jarril was injured pretty bad, and if I wasn't so lucky, I probably would have died from carelessness."

Lumar finally gets himself seated and turns to the hares, beaming, not really caring if they're watching or not. But...as he hears that somebeast died, his ears droop...."Who died?"

Cephas blinks, ear falling back down. "Ergh. Well, glad y'all made it back safe. Don't think Auree would have taken it to well." Ceph finishes off his cider, glancing over towards the bar in thought.

Darklett sighs, looking down at the floor before taking a draught from his mug, obviously finishing it. "Yeah, it was... rough, to say the least." Another roll of his shoulder. "Here, let me get that for ya." He stands up, and grabs the buck's mug, heading over to the bar.

Sorrel looks at the mug, and remembers her whiskey. She grabs it, and chugs a quarter of the mug before stopping fo breath. "Hmm, oh thanks." Ceph replies, paw rubbing his neck slowly, leaning back farther in his chair. "So, how is Auree doing? I haven't heard of any mischief going on in the mountain lately."

Lumar chuckles..."Ummm...", and raises a paw,"Who's Auree? She sounds fun."

Darklett chucks a few coins he picked up somewhere behind the bar while nobeast is watching as he refills both drinks, and he heads back towards Ceph. "Auree's my daughter... She's a squirrel." XD "She's doing okay... She's been having bad dreams about where she came from, though." He offers the cider to Cephas, taking his seat again.

Sorrel nods. "Mus' be 'ard, so many 'ares here are light colored."

Lumar frowns, his ears drooping again..."Nightmares aren't fun...." he sighs and looks over at Sorrel, whom he quickly decides is the most fun of the group. So...he gets down from his seat and tries to take one next to the haremaid....having trouble as with the first seat...

Sorrel glances down at the rabbit, grinning again. She holds out her paw. "Here, mate."

Cephas nods, taking his mug with a grateful smile. "Well, hopefully they'll stop for her. Thanks for getting my drink refilled."

Darklett nods. "Hopefully. Oh, no problem, really." He settles into his chair, bringing his paw to his bruised side and grunting to himself as he rubs it, taking a long sip from his mug. "You should really stop being by yourself so much."

Sorrel nods. "Aye, yer really a nice 'are, ceph."

Lumar takes the hairmaid's paw and rights himself on the stool. "Thank you." he says, beaming. He gestures Sorrel to come down to him so he can whisper in her ear.

Sorrel leans over, ears perking, eyes severly puzzled...as always.

Lumar whispers something to Sorrel, cupping both paws over his mouth to keep it quiet.

"Yea, I know. I'm just...not very good around others." Ceph mumbles, ears tinging red at Sorrel's words. He takes a sip of his cider, fingers tapping the armrest.

Sorrel laughs and whispers back.

Darklett shrugs. "Well, you're doing pretty well now, aren't you? C'mon, you just need to break out a little."

Lumar tilts his head, thinking for a moment before whispering back, though loud enough for anybeast to hear. "Why don't they talk about fun stuff?"

Sorrel bites her lip to keep from laughing. "Dunno, mate."

Cephas nods, grinning some. "Suppose so." Taking another drink, Ceph glances off towards the hall, before rising from his seat. "Well, I hate to leave, but I was going to go for a quick run on the shore. See y'all later." Giving a quick nod, Ceph walks off and out the room.

Darklett grins. "Good talking to ya again, Ceph. Have fun, take care..." He looks irritably over towards the bar, not quite sure if he heard correctly, just sitting in his chair and sipping from his mug.

Lumar looks over at Darklett, "So are you a Long Patrol hare ,sir?"

Sorrel nearly spits her whiskey out on htat comment.

Darklett raises his eyebrows at the question. "...Yes, yes I am." He looks over at Sorrel, wondering why that was so funny, but turns to Lumar. "Why do you ask?"

Lumar wrings his ears a bit, not used to asking big questions to warriors..."Ummm...can I be one too?"

Darklett closes one eye, shifting in his chair. "Uh, sorry, but I don't think you can. To be a Long Patrol hare, you've gotta be... well, you've got to be a -hare.-"

Sorrel glances back and forth. She must admit to herself that this was her seventh drink...

Lumar frowns, "Oh....ok...." he looks extremely disappointed by this statement, then begins to compare his ears with Darklett's, as well as other features they have in common..."Are you sure? Cause I look like a hare to me."

Oh, poor guy... He thinks he's a hare... :( Darklett frowns. "Uh... Well, you're... a lot -like- a hare. But you're not... necessarily a hare." He thinks to himself, wondering if he should really be the one that reveals this little bit of knowledge upon Lumar. "...You're actually a rabbit." x.x

Dundundun.

Lumar blinks, and nods, thinking a rabbit is some type of hare..."Uh huh. So I can be a Long Patrol hare!" he seems elated by this, albeit false revalation...."Yay!" he dances about on his chair, nearly falling over again, in fact it's a miracle he doesn't.

Darklett frowns, bringing a paw to his forehead. "...Ugh..." He gulps down a whole bunch of the mug's contents, shifting in his chair and saying no more on the subject.

Sorrel blinks a bit... alot. "Um....Lad, a rabbit...ain't exactly a 'are..."

Lumar tilts his head a bit and stops dancing..."Uh huh......What's a rabbit then?", he looks at Sorrel while waiting for an answer and points to her unemptied mug, as if to ask if he could have some.

Darklett sinks back into the chair. Sorrel, you handle this one. :P :P He drinks from his mug again, quite warmly.

Audri hobbles into the rec room a bit wobbly, fur frizzled out, and tears falling down her cheeks as she sniffles. She looks around, spotting Dark beginning over towards him until she sees Sorrel. Audri frowns, paw rubbing her eyes as she plops down on her bum with a hmph.

Sorrel hics a bit. " Um....ET's kinda like...a mouse an' a shrew. y'know, their the same in almos' every way...but some'ow...they're differin'..."

Lumar takes the no comment answer on the drink as a yes and slides Sorrel's mug over to himself...."So....I can be a Long Patrol rabbit?" he asks, taking a long drink from the mug. Not too good, but hey, the warriors drink it all the time, and he wants to be a warrior too....

Darklett glances up, and spots Audri. Looking pouty. AGAIN. He frowns, beckoning for the squirrel to come over. "Come here, Auree, what's wrong?" Ugh.

Sorrel frowns. "ey...yer te young to drink that." and grabs the whiskey back. "Ah'm not sure....sometimes...not...hic...alot, though, Zoe'll make exceptions....but, in ye'r case...m'sorry te say, ah don' think she will..."

Audri sniffles, pulling herself up, and hobbling over to his chair. She stops by his footpaws, plopping down on her bum again, while hugging her tail. "Can't find 'unken nowhewe."

Sorrel might've been a bit too late on grabbing the whiskey back, as Lumar himself begins to get a bit tipsy, doesn't take much to get a young one tipsy and he sure is, and his ears droop in an odd fashion..."Ohh.....m'kay....."The part about no Long Patrol does get to him though, and he begins to fight back tears, sniffling a bit.

Sorrel place the whiskey on the bar, avoiding her temptations to drink it all in one gulp. "there now... will be all right... Ye c'n be a recruit....right DArklett?"

Darklett sighs. "Still nowhere? Are you sure Tuck doesn't have it?" He suggests, leaning forward in his chair. "Where have you looked?"

Darklett is too busy with the squirrel to even bother -hearing- Sorrel's question, let alone answer it. :P

Audri sniffles some more, ears folding. "Wookah in da wibwawy, kitkens, cavewns...Who Tuck?" Audri asks, nose crinkling up. "Don't fink de mean wevewts took 'unken do ya?"

Sorrel furrows her brows angrily at darklett before turning back. still quite drunk, she says to the dibbun. "Don' worry, ah'll talk te th' kernel an' straighten ev'rythin' out..."

Lumar grins, and claps happily. "Yaaaayy....." Then, he tips back and falls straigh off his seat, and despite how much that must've hurt, he smiles back up at the hares, clapping again. "Hmmm....need to fix the chairs again..."

Darklett shakes his head. "No I don't think they took 'unken. Why would they?"

Sorrel hiccups. "Aww look, ye're drunk. "Best let me take ye up te th' enfirm'ry, no doubt ye're head will 'urt termorra..."

Lumar chuckles and points at Sorrel, finding the floor quite comfortable. "Weeeelll.....you're -hic-, drukerer..errrr......Yeah." he smiles approvingly of the statement.

Sorrel furrows her brows. "NO ah'm not. app-hic-aren'ly Ah have mo' control of mah actions." O.

Audri shrugs, leaning against the chair. "Don't know. Took 'im wast time dough.." She mumbles, glancing at the other two curiously. "Dey acting funny."

Lumar stands slowly on wobbly footpaws, again pointing at Sorrel..."You're are toooo drunkerer..."

Sorrel sighs, and picks the rabbit up by his shoulders. "AM not. Now we'ah...goin' te th' infirm'ry."

Darklett leans back in his chair. "Maybe they did take him, then. I don't know... What do you mean they're acting 'funny?'"

Lumar nods again, "aRe toOOooo....", though doesn't object to being picked up..."You aaarrre soo drukerer, that i'm a raaabbitt...." Wait...did that make sense?..."An you're a froggy." Ok...yeah, that was better...he thinks to himself.

"Dey just awe." Audri replies, never seeing drunk beasts before. "'oo gots anyfing to drink?"

Darklett nods. "Just a second, I'll get you something." He gets up and walks to the bar, speaking to Neville, who looks disgusted, until Dark points to Audri. Then, he looks understanding, and fills up a glass of apple juice, which Dark takes back to Audri.

Sorrel furrows her brow. "Come on ye git." and continues to tow him towards the door.

Audri crawls up in Dark's chair when he goes off to the bar, leaving her crutch on the ground. She grins, lifting her paws up to take the cup. "What 'oo get?"

"Apple juice," Darklett responds, handing her the cup carefully... She took his seat. x.x He pulls another one over and plops down, his own mug still in his paw. Although it's pretty much forgotten, now.

Lumar decides to elaborate on his statement to Sorrel, "You a greeeeen froggy.....And ima,...uuhhh....Ima Long Patrooooool Rrrrabbit."

"Fank 'oo." Audri says, taking the cup and drinking the juice slowly. She sighs, scooting back into the pillows, glancing at the others again. "Why dey actin funny?"

Lumar continues to ramble on as Sorrel walks with him out of the room, on the way to the infirmary.

Darklett looks over to Sorrel and Lumar as they exit. "Oh, they're just drunk..." O_O Wait a second, was... Lumar... Nah. "That's what happens when you drink alcohol too much, you get drunk, and start acting all silly."

"What awkehow?" Audri asks, taking another sip of her apple juice. She takes a glance around the room, frowning when no doll is spotted.

Buckthorn thumped in tiredly. He had made up with Rahier... but that meant that now he had infirmary duty again full force. He was actually missing the days where he could make any excuse not to be at work. But still, he was off now and work was the last thing on his mind. The buck moved over to the bar, shouting out for a spiced ale and basket of bread. Sighing out with relief, the hare turns and pushes himself against the bar.

Darklett thinks on how to explain what alcohol is. "...Uh, it's a drink. It's a drink that makes you feel good, but not in the morning if you drink too much." Satisfied with that explanation, he nods and grins at Audri. "You don't have to worry about it for a while, though..." His eyes catch Buckthorn as he walks into the rec room, and he greets the other buck. "Hey, Buck-o! Off for the night?"

Audri nods, but looks puzzled. "But, cidah makes ya feel good so it awkehow?" She takes another sip of juice, waving to the new hare. "Hewwo!"

Buckthorn blinks and peers up into the other bucks direction. "Wot....?" He asks, bewildered for a moment. "Oh, yeah... I am." He grunts, flicking an ear. Buck's eyes go down the Audri and he smiles. "Why, hallo, lass! 'Ow are yeh tahday?" He questions, wiggling his nose. The hare glances back up at Dark. Why is he being nice to me? Buck thinks for a second. His face must have looked odd, as Buck had to quickly adjust it.

Darklett can't just shout it out loud, of course. "Good to see you're back on duty, anyway..." Although he is a little disappointed at the limitedly happy reaction he gets from the other. He smiles, at least, that he's being nice to Audri, and takes a long draught from his mug, finishing it off.

"Ah otay, but 'unken stiww missin." Audri replies rather sullenly, staring down at her juice. "'oo seen 'im?"

Buckthorn wrinkles his nose into a yawn. "Aw... yeah... dun' mind me... m'jus' tired. Th' ale outta perk meh right up." He says and then glances back is ale and bread is delivered. The hare reaches and takes these in his paws. A frown comes on his lips as he's addressed by the dibbun. "Er... no... m'sorry." He says, shaking his head. "Hey... Dah'rk... wanna play ah game?" He asks, pointing over to the chess table.

Darklett nods knowingly. "I've had many days where I've felt just like you, Buck. You'll recover as soon as you get some of the ale in ya..." He glances over to the chess board, and reaches behind his head, scratching there. "Heh, alright, I guess I'll give it a try. I don't play much, really." He stands up, leaning over and patting Audri on the head, scratching one of her ears before walking over to the table and taking a seat.

Audri sniffles, nodding to Buck. "'ay." She smiles some at the earscratch, setting down the juice cup carefully, before curling up in the chair, glancing over at the two.

Buckthorn settles down into a chair at the chess table. He clears his throat in a stately manner. The buck sits up straight and closes his eyes, his mustache twitching. He taps the table in front of him. "Now, Sah. Time t'decide wot th' wagers o' this here game."

"Huh?" Darklett looks up, his eyebrow raised. "...Wagers?" He looks down at the table, then up to the other hare. "...Wagers? In chess? I don't think I've ever bet on a chess game before..." He looks confusedly at the buck. "Don't really have much to wager, anyway. What did you have in mind?"

Audri has drifted off to sleep over in her chair, breathing quietly while she hugs her tail close.

Buckthorn eyes him up and down. "Oh, you 'ave ah /lot/ to wager." He retorts, taking a large swing of the ale. The buck starts to step up his pieces, each one getting turned neatly and with great organization. Buck glances back up to Dark and smiles mischievously. The ale is almost half gone already.

Darklett looks at Buckthorn, oddly. "...What are you getting at, Buck?" Darklett starts to become wary of the other's mood and tone as he sets up the pieces. "I don't have that many possessions, if that's what you're talking about..."

Buckthorn chuckles and reaches a paw over, flicking Darks nose. "Wanna see wot that gob o' yers cin do." He says with an amused sort of tone. Hic. Buck drains his ale and peers down into it, pouting his bottom him. "Huh. I swore th' mugs used ter be bigger than this." He complains and then sets it to the side, turning his attention to the board. "So...? How 'bout it?"

Darklett raises his eyebrows. "...What?" He tilts his head at the buck, still a little confused. "...Fine, alright. Okay, let's play... You first." Darklett resituates himself in the chair, readying himself for the game.

Buckthorn feels extremely amused at the other bucks agreement. The buck leans forward, wiggling his paw in the airs as he studies what's before him. His eyes dart around the board. "Hmm..." He mutters and then grins, glancing up at Dark. "Ahah!" He says and pushes one of his pawns two spaces forward. The buck sits back in his chair, grabbing a slice of bread and chomping into it, a smug smile on his face.

Darklett instantly moves his knight forward and to the left, in front of his row of pawns, a move that looks more out of practice than out of any real thought. "Huh. Shoulda figured you as a beast that liked chess..."

Buckthorn coughs and swallows his beard, his free paw pushing the basket over in case Dark would want some. Buck watches his moves carefully and keeps his face serious as he moves another pawn to back up his first. "Righto, mate. I used ter force meh brothah t'play... 'ee 'ated it." Buck said with a laugh at the memory. His eyes don't move from the board.

Darklett grins, pushing a pawn forward two squares, just to the left of his knight. "Well, the game's not for everybeast, I can tell you that..." He looks up to the other, watching for the next move from him.

Buckthorn stays silent as he moves his knight up and over, knocking one of Darks pawns over. Buck plucks the fallen man down and moves it to the side. He glances up at Dark. "I suppose not. But I like it well enough... makes y'think. We cin play checkers next time, if yeh want."

Darklett looks up at Buckthorn inquisitively. "Checkers?" Whether it's meant that way or not, he takes it as an insult, and takes a bit of smirking satisfaction as he puts a paw on his bishop and moves it through from the very back row, diagonally over four squares to shove the knight off his square, picking that piece up and setting it to the side.

Buckthorn coughs lightly into a curled paw, his other pawn getting pushed forward to block his bishop from getting at another piece. "Actually, mate, some beasts think checkers takes jus' as much thinkin' power as chess, if not more." He points out, nodding as he keeps his eyes roaming around the table.

Darklett actually has to look at the board now, in thought. "...Well, I guess you're right. I'm just... a little bitter towards checkers." He smirks, moving his rook forward to the end of his half of the board, lateral with one of Buck's bishops.

Buckthorn attacks Darks piece easily, grinning. "Bitter? Aw... don' tell meh it dumped yeh, mate?" He says with a silly look. "'Cause I'll get im for it... bloody twit o ah board game. I'll get 'im for yeh." He says seriously, but falls into chuckles after a moment. "No... seriously, why?" Buck moves another pawn as the games goes to his turn again, sacrificing it to make from for another attack.

Darklett grins. "Keiran-- err, my brother. We used to play checkers all the time. Never won once." He chuckles fondly at his own memory, his ears slightly falling over as he sees Buck take a piece that was just too obvious. "...I'm just... a little drunk right now." He looks at the pawn move, then slowly moves his paws over his pieces, finally resting on one of his two remaining knights, which moves into an open space on Buck's side of the board. "...Check."

Buckthorn nods, not seeming phased at the move. He makes his next few moves, trying to concentrate more. "Ah didn't know yeh 'ad ah brothah..." He says idly, knocking over Darks bishop with his knight. "The hare reaches for another piece of bread, eating into it.

Darklett nods. "Yeah, I've got a brother..." He moves his last rook all the way across the board until it's horizontal with a piece that could have been taken by Buck's queen. "His name's Keiran like I said. He's one of those habit mongers at the abbey, now..." A few moves later, and he moves his rook one square towards himself. "Check."

Buckthorn doesn't fall for the bait. Instead he keeps his Queen where it lies and instead moves his rook over to knock down a paw. "Check." He replies. nodding slightly. "A Redwaller, huh? Most say I wouldah made ah right nice Redwaller mehself." He replies, shrugging. "Hut 'ell iffen I would wear ah habit... I'd look like ah right fool."

Darklett frowns, being forced to move his king diagonally forward and to the left. On his next move, he slides his rook over and takes Buckthorn's knight. "You made a good decision... The blinkin' habit mongers. Don't know why a beast as smart as my brother would ever fall for that. Biggest snobs and hypocrites I've ever seen in my whole life live there." On his next move, he moves a pawn in front of a bishop, who was at risk from one of Buckthorn's rooks. "Worse than common scum, some of them..."

Buckthorn frowns slightly. "Now... aren't yeh bein' a bit harsh... some o' them arent too bad. I mean... it /is/ th' famous Redwall we're talkin' 'bout. Didn't yeh make some friends there?" He inquires, taking the piece intended to block out from a sneaky back-attack with one of his pawns.

Darklett grimaces at his plan being foiled, but sees an opening. He pushes his pawn forward, and does the same the next turn, putting it within two spaces of Buck's end of the board, and moves his rook all the way up the side to the second to last row on Buck's side, folding his paws under his chin. "...Yeah, I made some friends there..." he says, after a very long pause. He stares at the board, scanning over the pieces idly.

Buckthorn grits his teeth. He decided to go full out and make a chancy move. "Ah." He mutters to himself and pushes his queen to knock out a bishop. "Check." He mutters again, eyeing the board. It really was a tricky move, but he was fairly certain in his placing of it.

Darklett looks frustrated at the proclamation of check. He scans the board, and simply moves his king one to the right. "What about you? I mean, you lived at the abbey, right?"

Buckthorn makes a few moves to protect both his king and queen. "Huh? No. I never did. I was visiting since I heard the patrol was there. I wanted to... to... meet my brother there..." He finally gets out, soughing slightly. He almost made a horrendous chess error, but makes a quick recovery. Another one of Darks pieces gone. Good. Gooood.

Darklett moves his pawn forward one more, one space away from Buck's end of the chess board, then moves a knight within attack range of Buck's knight, which is blocking his last remaining rook from Buck's queen. As for the conversation, he stays quiet, until he can find a change in subject.

Buckthorn chuckles. "Oh Dark... y'shouldn'tah done that." He says with a click of his tongue. "You can't move your king to a safe spot now, see?" He says, figuring he might as well give Dark a few pointers. "You should have moved your knight /here/." The buck says, tapping an empty spot on the board. "Buuut..." He says sadly, moving his piece past the place the knight could have gone, and right to a square that put the king in inescapable danger. "Checkmate."

Darklett blinks at the board, his eyes scanning over his king and all the possible moves. "...Uh... Darn." He frowns, moving his paw up to knock the king over on its side. "You got me." He shrugs, and stands up, extending his paw to shake. "Well played, Buck-o."

Buckthorn shakes his head. "Nuh uh." He tuts, looking down at attempted paw shake. "Ah wager is ah wager." He reminds the other, raising an eyebrow. "Pucker up, luff." He says in a whisper, a smile growing on his face. Oh how sweetly strong the ale of Salamandastron is.

Darklett raises his eyebrows at Buck, taking a step backward. "Uh..." Oh, so THAT'S what he meant. "I... didn't think you were serious." He takes back his paw, and steps in reverse once again.

Buckthorn taps the table. "Well, I was." He says with narrowed eyes and a large grin. "C'mon... yeh aint gonna back outta ah wager, are yeh? You /did/ agree." He reminds the other, pushing himself up from the chair. "Hmm...?"

"...Yes, yeah, sorry, I'm gonna back out on this wager." Darklett steps backward again, eyeing the other warily as before. "Feeling... tired, anyway."

Buckthorn straightens up, crossing his arms. "Ah... y'great baby. Sorrel o'er me. Hrrmp." He mumbles, laying his ears back. "M'disappointed in yeh." Buck says with a familiar smile.

Wince. Darklett stops in his tracks. "That was uncalled for, Buck... and stop smiling like that." Another step backwards, and

Buckthorn turns an ear to him. "Hmmm...?"

Buckthorn leans back and smiles. He snaps his fingers together. "Aw, now don' go hiding bah'hind yer babe." The hare says, but y'owe me, y'know?" He mutters, looking slightly hurt. Buck turns his eyes to his empty mug. "Hrmp."

Audri is sound asleep, completely unaware of what's going on. Making a few snuffles, the kit curls up more, mumbling something to herself.

Darklett squints at Buck. "Ah, yeah, I owe you." And I'm betting on you to forget this in the morning. "I should put Auree in bed, now." He gently scoops her up, trying not to disturb her as she sleeps.

Buckthorn grits his teeth. "Bloody chicken. Since when did yeh turn int'ah ah runnah?" He mutters, sending the other hare a disgruntled look. His face isn't angry... exactly... just a bit perplexed by the other.

Audri makes a few more mumbles, nose twitching as Dark picks her up. Yawning, she snuggles up close to him, sucking on her thumb.

"You're drunk, so I'll forgive you for saying that." Darklett says, rather forcefully, but not loudly, so as to not wake the squirrel.

Buckthorn waves his paw, blowing air out of his mouth in order to ruffled up his whiskers. "Pah. Last time I try tah bet /you/ nythin. I'll jus' play wid ah hare 'oo's true to 'is words."

Darklett rolls his eyes as he starts to walk out of the rec room, Audri in his arms. "Goodnight, Buck. I'll see you in the morning, alright?" He looks down at the squirrelmaid, and cradles her more comfortably.

Buckthorn grumbles, clawing into the chair next to him. "Yeah yeah..." He mutters turning to sit again. "I like bein' ah'lone anywa-..." The buck starts and then realizes the rec room /was/ empty. "Bloody 'ell." He mutters.