Been Gone.... *Rebecca*

[Jasen "Dreamer" Masters]

Been gone for more than a day, more than i can say

Dreamer had been sitting on the cushion of his bed, leaning his back against the wall. Sweat dripping down his brow, he rubbed his forehead, his breathing still a little hoarse. He had another moment of contemplation, was he going insane? Another Nightmare had caught ahold of him and pulled him threw another restless night. He had awoken moments earlier, and now that he was awake, he felt no need to put himself threw that again.

But what else would he do?

Dreamer had no desire to grow threw any more studies or any paper's that required studying and signing. The mere thought of such drooling work caused Dreamer to groan, he wouldnt put himself threw that either. Then he caught something in the edge of his room that stuck a pain of guilt in his heart. Dreamer's violin lay outside its case, rested forgotten in a corner of his room. Dreamer had been so caught up in all his work recently that he had little time for any sort of entertainment.

It took Dreamer only a heartbeat before he rose from his bed to dress himself. Dreamer had his clothes cleaned the day before, and put his regular white attire on. He didn't bother bringing any of his more violant attire on, instead he slid a thin rope around his breaches a few times to keep them in their place. Pulling on all of his bracelets and necklaces, he made sure his earings were fastened tightly before grabbing his violin and walking out the door of his room.

*---20 Minutes later at the RAM---*

The Ram wasn't particular crowded that night, at least not as much as Dreamer recalled. It really was bothering him how long he had been away, for he could not recall, at two and a half weeks, give or take. Which was a long time, seeing as so much happened within that time. Dreamer attempted to slip in quietly and take a seat farther in the back and away from the regular patrons. Dreamer still needed to wipe away all evidence of his Violin's vacation in the corner, that, and he didn't want to face his boss so soon. Or maybe, his ex-boss.

Dreamer sat down and grabbed a cloth from his pocket and began rubbing gently against the gentle wood.

[Rebecca Stewart]

So far it was a quiet night and Rebecca surely hoped it stayed that way. Patrons were enjoying their drinks and food without so much as an arguement. There were many many nights where someone would say or do something stupid and a fight would break out. It was not uncommon for chairs to be broken, metallic dishes to go flying, tankards to come down on people's heads and for fists/feet to fly about...but tonight it was pretty calm.

Hearing a whistle from one of the nearby patrons she turned towards the sound. When she saw that it was a regular customer she knew immediately what he would want and with a smile went over to the bar to get it. She picked up the tankard of mead and wove her way back through the tables to where he was sitting. "The regular for ya..." He smirked, placed a coin in her hands and then took a sip. "Thanks love, it's perfect as usual." She rolled her eyes when he called her love despite knowing that he was simply using it as a nickname and didn't really mean anything by it. "Stick to the mead Evan..."

As she walked away she could hear him laughing to himself. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Dreamer- their entertainer- finally grace the Tavern with his presence. If she remembered correctly it had been more than a week without any word from him. Rebecca immediately turned and headed in his direction. When she arrived at his table she saw that he was wiping the dust off of his violin. "Care to explain where you have been? Your regulars have been asking about your playing."

[Jasen "Dreamer" Masters]

"Care to explain where you have been? Your regulars have been asking about your playing."


"Shit..." Dreamer thought as he turned his head to look at his boss's daughter, and tavern maid. Rebecca stood at an intimidating 5'5, Green eyes slanted into an annoyed stare that gave Dreamer the impression that his next words would determine not weather he would ever play again, but if he would live long enough to say I'm sorry. Dreamer had never gotten the impression that Rebecca was mean, not overly stern, but seeing her now, Dreamer could say he would rather fight monsters (Again) then be in his current situation.

"Uhhhhhh...", Dreamer said, a cold bead of sweat running down his head, "I missed you too...". He felt slightly pressured by the situation, so turned to his sarcastic humor and charming smile instead.

[Rebecca Stewart]

If only Rebecca could have read Dreamer's thoughts- she would have been rolling with laughter. He thought her intimidating? Sure she had grown up in the rough tavern environment, but Rebecca certainly did not think of herself as intimidating. Although she could hold her own if she had to, many of the regulars knew she was the owner's daughter and unless they wanted him to skewer them alive she was basically off limits. That was why she let most of the snide comments made her way just slide off- they were comments and thats all. Very few people had actually ever acted on their comments and they hadn't gotten far enough to do any damage. So if she had found out that at this very moment Dreamer was actually thinking she was intimidating she would have been very amused.

"Uhhhhhh...I missed you too..."

She watched with amusement as a tiny bead of sweat rolled down his face. At his comment about missing her too the annoyed stare that had originally been on her face melted into a roll of the eyes and a smirk. Not him to- was he planning on trying to either hit on her or suck up to her? "Ye missed me? Well nice to know that your way of showing someone you miss them is to disappear for....two weeks? Aren't ye such a sweetie...So are ye going to play for the crowds tonight before you decide to take another two weeks holiday to prove how much ye missed me?" Rebecca raised an eye and offered him another cloth from her pocket to clean the dust off his violin as the other one was starting to look pretty dirty. "If ye wanna continue to work I'd suggest ye start playing and be prepared to apologize or explain your actions if my father comes out tonight..although ye might be lucky tonight. He wasn't feeling well earlier so I sent him to bed and told him we would all be watching the tavern tonight."

[Jasen "Dreamer" Masters]

Dreamer gave a sheepish grin as Rebbecca rolled her eyes and smiled. He knew it meant he was off the hook, at least to her. If anything that would be alright, if he was going to get canned, at least not everyone would hate him. With that though Dreamer's smile wavered, taking the offered cloth he turned to his violin and began dusting again.

"I'm sorry" he said, "Ive just been...preoccupied, as of late", flashes of the last few weeks went through his head. So many things had happened, he just lost himself for awhile, he came back so he could find what he left behind. "I've had other....duties... that i have had to take care of as of late, i apologize".