Massive Quantities of Doo-Doo on Day 25

Sex: those who want it often aren't getting it; those who're getting it don't want it very often. And Troll men who have a hankering for a bit of cross-factional, inter-species relations can get awful pissy if they think they're next in line and find out someone else jumped in front of them.

We had another of those visiting professor lectures yesterday, so the barracks was rocking off its supports by midnight. It had been, what, a couple weeks at least since I last got a little lovin'? Considering how the last round finished off, with almost literal bull shit getting heaped on my head by one overly crabby Tauren, I felt I deserved a bit of romping.

I found a nice-looking, red haired Troll with loose morals (it seems to be a racial trait) and zero misgivings about my race, and rode him like a rodeo stallion. While I didn't care at the time, I found out later on that Roznik had been spending the evening catching up with his brother before the kid had to take off for Moonglade for advanced training with the druids out there.

When he got back to the barracks and saw me content as a cat in the arms of... whatever the hell his name was, he blew a damn gasket. I half expected to see smoke coming out his ears. He pulled me off the guy and ripped into him with such a ridiculously loud and sputtering stream of Zandali that everyone in the immediate area cleared. Then they started to fight. Over me. Holy crap, that hasn't happened to me since grade school!

I have no patience with that sort of asinine, childish behavior, so I pulled my clothes back on and retired to my hammock on the other side of the building. A few of the women giggled when I showed absolutely no interest in the outcome of their battle. I picked up a few words along the way that I'd learned, mostly indecorous references to males without genitals or something like that. It was difficult to translate. Anyway, without a nervously hand-wringing female hovering around them, worried about which one would come out the dominant male worthy of mating with her, the fight sort of petered out.

Eventually I heard Roznik making his way in my direction and rolled my eyes. Good god, I thought to myself, what the hell did he want now?

"Wanna talk to yuh," he growled. I had my back to him, and just glanced over my shoulder to give him my most withering look. He looked pissed. And there was blood trickling from his mouth. Great. Now he would expect me to coo over his wounds. Pfft.

So I got up and followed him out of the barracks. In all honesty, there was a thread of apology growing inside me. I really hadn't thought he wanted more than a tumble, but the whole display back there, even though I didn't know what the hell he said to that guy, led me to believe that maybe something else was going on with him. Because really, if he just wanted to get laid, he could take a number. He was good-looking and... sort of... not too repellent as a person... I might go for him at some point. You never know.

Or he could just chat up one of the other ladies. Goodness, I don't have the only vagina on the island, you know.

Anyway, he paced for a bit, trying to get his temper under control. Every time he stopped and looked at me, it seemed to set him off again, and he had to walk some more.

Roznik: Why yuh fuck him, den? Eh, mon?

Me: A few reasons. One, there's no law against it. Two, I wanted to. Three, and this is the most important reason, he has red hair.

Roznik: Ah tol' yuh ah could change mah hair. Yuh coulda waited.

Me: Roz, what are you saying here? Are you jealous or something?

Roznik: Fuck no! Ah ain' jealous. Yuh can fuck whatevuh yuh wanna fuck. Don' make no diff'rence tuh me.

Me: Um... right. So that guy... what, owed you money? Insulted your grandmother? Peed in your bran flakes?

Roznik: Ah... nevuh mind. Go on. Go fuck anothuh one. Ah don' care. Fuck duh Warchief. Fuck Vol'jin. Ah don' fuckin' care.

Then he just stormed away. I haven't seen him all day, and I can't help feeling a little... sorry. I really didn't think that taking the piss out of Roznik would suddenly feel so... lousy. Because it's been hilarious doing it up to this point. Totally killed the thrill that redhead left me with, too.