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Post by JD Black on Jul 6, 2006 10:50:23 GMT -5
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::The tendress had returned just in time for him to raise
the mug in salute to Flynn.:: Ah, a pleasure mate. ::He paused.:: Jack
Flynn.. tha' soundin' a slight bit familiar, perhaps I 'ave 'eard one o' ye
tales in th'past.. bu' I 'ave 'eard many names over th'years. ::He made way over
to the table, kicking out a chair and plopping down.:: An' m'mind never been
completely right, so there be no tellin'. ::He laughed and took a hefty drink
of the scotch, belching loudly before he grinned wildly.:: Pardon, gents.
::He winked at JD then laughed.::
Focus turned back upon Jack and that smirk grew even more.
"Iffen shae ended up in mae 'ands Captain Flynn, I bae a promisin' yae bae a
nae seein' it." Wink directed his way, the glass lifted to finish off it's
contents.as attention turned upon Dunlap with his little Gentleman comment, that
smirk only grew. "Ai, I bae t'agreein' wit' yae Captain Dunlap, yae nae be
right in dae 'ead." Chuckling as that bottle of whiskey was snagged to refill
that now empty glass.
::Eyes drifted to the door as it opened, his head nodding
to the woman as she moved to the bar, his attention not being held for long
as he began to think about other things.. his scotch! He took another swig of
it and leaned his chair back, loving that short period of silence after a
new face enters the establishment.::
The Irishman rose quietly, "Cap'ns, I dae be ahavin' ta
head out. Gae night ta ye both, an' may he 'ave a full 'old o' swag."
Partial salute directed towards Jack. "Stiff wind n'yae
sails Capt'n." As one hand lowered, the other would rise as a drink of that
whiskey was taken. Only a glance spared in the direction of the woman and
soon after, like Black Dogg, that drink held the swashbucklers full attention.
Long strides from the tall bounty hunter took him down the
narrow alleys between the buildings until finding his way to the dockside
tavern. He wasn't alone in his evening wanders, behind him paced a four
legged companion. Oh, and some other two legged straggler trying to keep up with the
man's quick stride. Leopold managed to keep ahead of the crewman, flicking
his tail on occasion and slapping the younger man in the face. His head held
high with arrogance, the Andalusian clip clopped behind his master towards their
destination. He had visions of apples in his head, bright red juicy ones.
If there was ever a person who wanted to put a bullet in a
horse it would have to be Joel. He had been couped up on the lower decks
cleaning animal manure, namely the arrogant sod of a horse in front of him.
With each whip of the horse's tail, the young lad wrinkled his nose and snuffed and
then tried to move ahead of the animal only to have the beast move in front
of him each time. "I honestly do not see why you need him here, Mr. Sommes.
" With a frown the young man muttered lowly, "Some thou holier than thou
dumb beast."
A bit more of a stretch and that chair would tilt back on
two legs. Any business discussion she had intended with Dunlap would now be
postponed. At least until a time when strangers were not in their midst. The
dock area was filled with ships that happened upon the grouping of Islands.
Some unsuspecting of the area in which they had unfortunately sailed.
Raine shot a grin over his shoulder at young Joel. "I
wouldn't insult him within hearing distance, friend. He tends to take it
personally." Which Joel only too soon discovered as Leopold trotted himself
right in front of the young man with his rearend in his face and came to a sudden stop.
Raine's fingers were almost yanked from the reins as the abstinent beast took
on airs. "Now you've done it." He muttered and gave the creatue one of those
menacing looks. Another tug and the trio was moving again and rounding the
corner of the tavern building. "Behave, or no apples." He warned with a wag
of his finger, tying off the reins onto a hitching post. He shot a glance to
the other man and smirked. "Might what to clean your face off before we head on
in for a bit of refreshment." Steel blue eyes flashed in laughter though he
said nothing of the others misfortune.
The poor lad did not see what was coming to him until his
nose got a good whiff of a rather interesting smell. "Chit! You dumb
animal!" Joel pulled back and rubbed his face and nose, wondering if that
horse left any surprises for him. Even if he was aware of the horse's intelligence of
even arrogance, the "mouse" of the crew continued to dig his own grave which
seemed much like his expertise. "Find me a cork big enough to plug up that
hole of yours, how do you like that?" Though to others besides Raine, Leopold, and
Joel it would seem that the youth was insulting Raine; but in truth he was
adding another knotch on his "insert foot into mouth here" list.
The bounty hunter only shook his head as he climbed the steps
to head inside. Let him dig his own grave. Leopold had the memory of an
elephant and wouldn't forget. As Joel moved past the horse, the Andalusian
made a (raspberry) neighing sound behind his back. The door to the tavern swung
inward, entering the tall man with dirty blonde hair worn in an untidy mess.
Steel blues danced across the interior with a hint of mischief in his gaze.
After checking to see if Joel was managing to keep up he walked inside, making
a path straight for that bar counter and leaned against it. "Whiskey bottle,
Veronica honey and two glasses." Pitching her some coins to cover the
expense.
That horse was more intelligent than some people she knew.
Then again, look at the likes in which she was associated with. So many that
could lift a ton, but had absolutely no idea on how to spell it. Glass on the
rise as the door opened and those ocean blues would peg the two to enter. A
long drink taken before the glass lowered to rest upon the table. Chair to
slowly rock to and fro upon it's hind legs, with her own comfortably perched
upon the table's surface, crossed at the ankles. Sly grin to inch it's way
upon her lips, watching the Bounty Hunter and the proverbial mouse enter the
tavern's commons.
"There will be a reckoning, nag! Just you wait!" The
blonde-haired young man pointed his forefinger at the horse before stumbling
into the tavern door, and then finally, walking inside to join Mr. Sommes at
the bar. "Bloody horse I tell you, he has it in for me." He sat on a stool beside
Mr. Sommes, reached into his backpocket to retrieve a hankerchief and wiped
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Post by JD Black on Jul 6, 2006 10:51:25 GMT -5
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Raine rolled his eyes, smirking down at the seated Joel. One
glass was shoved within the man's reach as he poured him a drink then placed
his hand on the other's shoulder. "Ah c'mon. Don't let him get to you. He's
messing with you and you're bait." With a rumbling chuckle Raine looked up
across the room catching sight of the pirate lass. What a woman. Openingly
grinning he flashed a wink at her. "Evening there dove. Ain't you looking
lovely as a mermaid surrounded by all her sailors." Quickly pouring his own drink
he picked the glass up and gave Joel a nudge before moving to JD's table.
"Did you catch a glimsp of the pigeon at the end of the bar?" Passing this
detail onto the young crewman in a 'not so' lowered voice. Once again those long,
quick paced strides took him over to the pirate lady's table. "You're in luck
dove. I'm free tonight and you got my undivided attention." Unceremoniously
he dropped into a chair right next to her and grinned like a wolf with lamp
chops in his maw.
Glass lowered and she'd just laugh upon hearing Raine's
little compliment. "Been nippin' at the bottle a bit today eh Raine?"
Laughter to remain with her words spoken. A glance over to see that Black
Dogg had passed out at the table's end and was just snoring away. She'd over look it,
until it got too loud for her to think. "Luck? I'd call it more o'a curse."
Smirk to now form upon her lips, as she turned just a bit at the waist to
look over at him. A glance towards the bar. "Ahh, I see you've let the Mouse
out of yaer pocket t'night Raine." A moment to watch the lad before focus was
back upon the Bounty Hunter.
The youth nodded absently letting the glass grind about on
the bar counter. Joel seemed like the opposite of Raine, his hair was
slicked back and pulled into a small ponytail and dressed in basic off-white
tunic and brown breeches. He kicked absently against the stool's body. Joel
turned his head and watches as Mr. Sommes saunters over to the Captain.
Sometimes it seemed she just enjoyed torturing him. It does not matter, just
remember the task at hand. The voice had always been his anchor, but it was
still a hoot to play the bumbling idjit. The lad downed the drink in one
gulp and wincesd, making a face as if he had to go to the bathroom.
Gulping down half his drink he belatedly realized he'd left
the bottle on the bar. His voice sounded raw after the first swallow, turning
to grin at her. "Nah, this is my first. Give me a few and I'll catch up."
Long legs crossed over booted ankles, kicking back in a comfortable position.
"So, you been missing me dove in my long absence?" What would that be, two
maybe three days?" The thingyney grin flashed at her before he suddenly sat up
and flagged Joel over to the table. "Hey there Joel, why don't you bring
yourself and that bottle on over here." He finished off the half of his drink
and eyed JD quietly, guardedly.
:The French were as deadly as they were beautiful, and
Salem was no exception. His body was finely sculpted of bones and flesh, It
seemed that God had blessed him with curves only thought to be had by a
woman. Beautiful facial features softened as the light of the dimly lit tavern
splashed over him. He entered with nothing more than a sway of the hips and
song dangling helplessly from his mouth. It was a soft tune, one of mirth and
happiness. Grasped tightly within his hand was a bright red apple, perfect in
shape and eagerly awaiting mutilation by the knife. Easily the blade that was
heild in his left hand slid into the fruit's skin, peeling back the crimson
from the meat. It was lifted to his awaiting lips, already his tongue
sampling the piece absentmindedly. The sweet juices flowed over the fleshy
muscle like a sweet waterfall, urging his tastebuds into wanting more.: "
Bonjour, Mon Capitain. Iz diz goin' to be anotha night dat I carry jou to bed ?" : Brows
arched in curiosity as another apple slice was taken into his mouth.:
"Yae 'ave a lot'o catchin' up t'bae doin'." Grin to grow
just a bit more, the glass lifted to finish off it's contents before the
bottle of whiskey was snagged to refill it. "Oh ... Ai, I 'ad been a'missin'
yae somet'in fearse Raine." Head tilted and a flutter of lashes directed
towards him, and even in that action her sarcasim was easily noted. "Mae
'eart bae a pitter patterin' wit' yae return." Short snort of laughter to
follow those words. Bottle resting upon that right thigh, as left hand rose
with that glass and she'd drink again. Snickering hearing Frenchy, ocean blues would redirect
upon him with a tilt of her head. "Come now Frenchy, it's not as iffen yae
bae doin' t'at all dae time. I do manage on mae own." Grinning as that glass
was lifted in the form of a toast in his direction, before it was lowered to
awaiting lips and the contents drained from within. Not once did that chair's
rocking motion cease, nor did she ever come close to teetering over. Legs to
move as they uncrossed upon the table's surface, only to recross in the opposite
direction. Bottle snagged to refill her glass, a glance spared towards Raine,
and for some reason she was grinning. Touch of mischief to be noted in those
ocean blues. Oh yes the swashbuckler was thinking bad thoughts.
:There was a glance given to the young lady with the
Compass, don't think Salem didn't catch that stare. Lush lips parted, slick
with the juices of the apple. Quietly he made his way over to her, setting
down the apple and knife just before he took hold of her face, by tipping up her chin
with the curved of his index.: " Iz okay to look Ma Cher....I dun bite..." :
There was a pause and then a smile.: " 'ard...." : His tongue came out to
gather up the fallen droplets of juice.: " Jou choose a pretty one, Mon
Captian. I 'ope ze rest o' ze crew iz juzt as delicious...." : He purred
softly.:
Brow rose as she glanced over to Salem, then to the woman
he was refering to. "Shae bae nae one o'mine Frenchy. Just a wenc' suckin' up
dae liquor 'n payin' fer it." Responding to the man before her attention was
back on her drink.
JD would get a jiggle of brows in her direction before his
attention was distracted by Joel suddenly leaving and a pruddy dandy making
his way inside with a juicy apple. Two times he snapped his fingers. One for
the bottle and the other for Leopold's apple. Leaning himself into her he
gave her a boyish grin. "I was hoping to hear you say that dove. Mayhaps
tonight you'll let me into your bed?" Leering grin and hopeful dreams of once
and for all getting himself off the floor and the splinters out of his hid. A
finger to paradon his absence, Raine stood up and hastened to the bar to
retreive his whiskey bottle sitting on display.
: And then Salem heard a Kaboom off in the distance, one of
his newly hired cooks blew something up! And so he dashed:
All alone now, Raine leaped across the tavern, bottle of
booze in hand and landed on JD's lap. "Kiss me my little bird." Puckering
lips smacked down at her.
He did what? Oh no, he just didn't do that. Landing on her
lap that way caused her glass to fall in one direction, bottle in the other.
"Alcohol abuse!" Accused openly with narrowed eyes. Hands lifted to fend off
those puckering lips as she made a face. "The floor is right where you
belong." Alone now, that thingyney brogue of her's would suddenly disappear.
He took a swig of his own whiskey. "C'mon JD. We're
practically married. You're so tight with me you're squeaking dove." That
crest fallen gaze would fill his steel blue eyes. "You could...always join me
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Post by JD Black on Jul 6, 2006 10:53:07 GMT -5
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Rolling of eyes. "First off, we're not married. Secondly,
I like sleeping alone, it's more roomy." Moving to push him off her lap,
since he wasn't feather weight and she was beginning to lose the feeling in
her legs. "Get off me." Said as she gave a good shove.
Exaggeratedly he slipped off her lap and hit the ground,
bottle in hand he grabbed her by the boot and gave a yank to pull her off the
chair. "You don't know what your missing. And that bed is l a r g e! C'mere."
Hoping to catch her in his lap upon the floor.
He claimed to not having had much to drink, but he had to
be drunk with the liberties he was taking at the present moment. Snagging her
boot and drawing her feet from the table, then yanked out of her chair to be
drawn upon his lap. "If you aren't drunk, you've surely bumped your head ...
hard." Trying to recover from that sudden drop that placed her in that
position. "It's not that big Raine." Narrowed eyes continued to watch him.
"If you need some that bad, you can chose any of the women upstairs free of charge."
Hand lifted as index tapped his chest. "Cause you're definately not getting
it from me!"
He couldn't help but cringe at how she managed to phrase that
remark. "You're cold woman, JD. And cruel." No wonder he loved her! Still
thingying a slight grin he wrapped one arm about her and shoved the wkiskey
bottle into her hand. "I don't want doxy wenches. And you seem to forget I hold the
trumph card. Captain Blood Bath." Whispering that name close to her ear. "I
don't know how time's gotten away, but it just ran out. The bargain stands as
it did when first made. Ante up or else." Did he just threaten her?
Ooooh.
Bottle snagged and held with a death grip as she heard
those whispered words. Previously narrowed gaze held not the malice they did
at the present moment. Mental daggers just pelted his chest as she cut out
his eyes and tongue, in that mental vision. "You have absolutley no idea just
how cold I can get Mister Sommes." Tone low and cold, she took not kindly to
threats, and that would be proof enough. Bottle lifted to tilt it back and
take a long drink of the whiskey, she needed it. Can't bust it over his head
until the liquor was gone, she'd not waste a drop of that!
How thoughtful of her. "And stingy too." He practically had
to pry the bottle from those death grip fingers to get himself another drink,
after which they ended up in a visual stand off of untrusting glares. "I know
how cold you can get JD. I've been sitting at your cold, cold feet for months.
And we'll marry and I'll have your bed." He held up three fingers in front of
her face. "Weeks, that's it. No longer or this bounty hunter will be 50,000
in gold richer." Slapping the bottle back to her hand Raine reached
behind her neck and pulled her towards his chest. "I want a kiss and I want
one willingly for once." He wasn't so amiable as she might have started to
believe over the lastquiet months. He was just preoccupied and busy with other
tasks. But now that he were here on the islands. She held his full attention.
Which earned her a little defiant smirk.
"In my bed?" Voice rose an octive as both brows shot up.
"Wait a minute there Raine, that wasn't part of the original agreement."
Certain things he might force, but that was really pushing it. Bottle grasped
in hand as it was given back. Three weeks, she had three weeks to come up with
another plan since the old one had worn itself out. That gaze remained
steadfast as she met his full on. Definace was something she could give back
as good as she got. "You demand a kiss, and that it be willing. Tell me Mister
Sommes, how you expect that to be so. I mean, honestly think about it.
Nothing gained from being told to do it is done in a willing manner." She may
be leaning against his chest with that grip upon the back of her neck, but she'd weasle
that bottle between the two of them and gain a drink. He stoked the fire that
was burning inside, now he had to deal with the flames without getting burnt
along the way.
Somewhat stunned he barked right back at her. "Why the hell
not?! I'll be your bloody husband for Hade's sake." Bottle snatched back out
of her hand. Swig followed and a cursed stare. He practically cracked the
bottle's bottom onto floor. "d**n it, JD. I've been an out right gent to you these
months. I've woo'd, I've behaved myself. I sleep on the floor like an obdient
dog. What other man do you know would put up with that, huh?" His hand fell
away from her neck, for he knew she was right. He couldn't force her to
care for him. Blackmail to her have, certainly. But the rest would have to
come freely. Raine sighed, raking a hand through his messy hair. He growled,
mumbling under his breath. "Loving you is hell. I don't think I like it
none." Quickly adlibing. "The situation before you smart off." Taking on a
little dignified feature. "I happen to enjoy the other. When you're not so
d**n difficult."
She distressed him, in that she found herself a small
victory. Frown had formed a bit of a grin now instead. "Plenty of folk that
get hitched and all that who never sleep together Raine." Grin to grow a bit
more. "Dignified folk live like that. You're not saying that you consider me
anything but dignified, are you?" Oh yeah, she's laying it on thick, toying
with him so openly. Bottle snagged back, now that her neck was free, it also
permitted a further tilt back to take a nice long victory drink. When the bottle
lowered, she'd look back into his eyes. "Nothing about me is easy and since I
live in hell, anyone who is around me will do so also; so you're not alone in
that." Leaning closer to him, her lips so dangerously close to touching
his as she maintained full eye contact. "As far as what a man will put up
with to be at my side, there be a full ship of them and they lay down more
than just their bodies upon a hard wood floor, they'll lay down their life. I've
never placed any demands upon you Raine, only rules I expect to be followed.
I have agreed to marry you, with little choice as you continue to remind me.
Three weeks, then you can stake your claim how ever you see fit, be it by
blade or by the manical placed upon my finger."
That got her a brow raise. "We aren't going to be one of
'those' folk, JD." Why was she putting him off so? Suddenly the thought came
to mind and while JD was lifting that bottle back to her lips and before she
got too close with those lips of hers Raine slowly lifted his hand, keeping his
eyes locked with hers. "I've proved myself enough around you JD and lent my
blade as well. You know I'd lie down my life if it saved yours. That's not in
question here, is it?" His face came a few inches closer to hers as she backed
away. "I follow your bloody rules, play the cabin boy and body guard. I don't
just want you marrying me in name JD. I want you as my wife. Is that so
offensive?" Suddenly his hand cupped about the curve of her breast behind the
shirt she donned tonight and his lips stole against her mouth, kissing away
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Post by JD Black on Jul 6, 2006 10:53:57 GMT -5
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Eyes widened when his hand laid it's claim that moment of
shock before the slow burn of something other began; and it wouldn't be as he
might have hoped. Lips parted to indeed protest as her free hand moved to
tightly grasp his wrist with that disfigured hold. No words to be uttered,
when his lips claimed her's in that press which was also unexpected. His hold
upon her chest would be tugged away and she'd return his kiss alright, it
would be a hard press. When she withdrew a moment later, her voice would be that
of a harsh whisper. "I'm not a sleeper Mister Sommes, and I'll be hog tied and
hanged before I'll let any man treat me as such." A near hiss. "If you ever
touch me like that again in public, I'll be a widow before I become a bride."
He didn't fight her movement to remove his hand where it
shouldn't have been. It had been a calculated move on his part, testing her,
so thus Raine immediately dropped his hand away. Though his lips continued to
brush over her mouth, for in truth he enjoyed how she tasted and reacted to
him, it ended when she suddenly broke away and reprimanded him just as she
should. That thingyney act of his was dropped, the cool steel blues staring
into her ocean depths where cunning and shrewd. "No JD, you're anything but a
sleeper. Just as I figured out who you really were those months back; that was
an easier assessment. My pardons for slowly realizing the truth of your
nature or lack there of." With the tip of his index finger the bounty hunter tipped her
chin up gently. "Why didn't you just tell me your a virgin? I should have
guessed with the verbal battles you engage daily with men. You're not into
women that much is obvious. But spending night after night on the floor of your
cabin....I know without doubt you take no other man to your bed." He sighed a
little, dropping his touch from her face. "JD, I would not take advantage of
you. That happened once in my life, mistakenly. I regret it to this
day." The hardness of his look eased away. "I love you. I want you to love
me one day. Not just some masquerade put on for others. But the real thing."
All of a sudden Rainewas wishing he knew her real name, how it would sound from
his lips when he whispered it back to her. She never would tell him.
She just stared at him when he spoke with a look of
surprise and perhaps even a bit of shock. "I don't know what you're talking
about." Snipped quickly as she turned her attention upon the bottle grasped
in hand. She'd not look at him, more could not. "I've been with plenty of men,
hundreds, even thousands." Okay, over exaggeration, majorly since he'd
guessed the truth. Bottle again on the rise, a deeper drink this time. Oh God
how she needed to drink enough to just pass out. None had ever said such to her face
before, even if they had suspected. A long gulp before that bottle lowered.
"Who said that I don't?" How about a bit of a shocker in return, that no more
said, the bottle was lifted to take another long drink.
Her denial only made him chuckle lightly. Not laughing at
her, but that she would defend her rough exterior countenance she'd built up
over the years along with that jaded reputation of the blood thirsty pirate.
"JD give it up. I can see it clearly now, it's no use. Besides, I'd love being
the first and only..." What was this? He pushed his face into her line of
sight as she tried to dodge direct answers. "No one. Do you?" He fought
against a hopeful smile trying to work its way across his features.
When that bottle lowered, she'd find herself looking
directly into his eyes. A deep breath taken as brows furrowed. "Well, don't
gloat about it! Do you see anyone else who's permitted to stay in my cabin?"
Her round about way of saying yes. A bit of a snort to sound before that bottle
was on the rise, she was going to attempt to drain it dry when it reached her
lips this time.
Oh no she wasn't. He snagged the bottle away from her. "God,
say it JD. Tell me you love me." Raine was smiling like a coot. "For that
matter, tell me your name, even just your first instead of my having to
refer to you by some blasted initials all the time." That bottle was set out of
reach, replacing it with his arms slipped about her waist. Both were still on
the floor. Raine was pretty used to this location after all these months.
A blink as that bottle was snagged from hand and her eyes
would trail after it as it was drawn away. Back to his face is where
attention now turned to view that smile plastered there. "It's just words."
Grumbled. Another glance towards the bottle before she was gazing upon him. A
moment in contemplation before she'd quickly mumble. "Jacquotte Delahay.."
Not that she spoke fluent French, well, not that anyone could ever claim to
have heard, but when her name did sound, the proper enunciation would be placed to
let it be known the heritage of the woman that never laid claim to any land.
Which would cost her a roll of eyes. "Words that matter when
they are from the heart, dove." If he looked shocked it was because he was.
Two questions she honestly and freely answered. "Jacquotte." Speaking her
name with a french turn of the tongue. He smiled, liking it. "When we're alone,
I will call you that for I like how it sounds." Raine's fingers trailed in
her hair, pushing it back behind her ear on one side. "I love you....
Jacquotte." He leaned in to whisper, brushing a kiss where his words had just traced.
"My wife to be is a virgin, she has a beautiful name and is the most cunning
and ruthless pirate on the high seas. How did I get so lucky?" The smile
flipped over to a grin as he sat back. "Oh...and she loves me too. Though she's
too embarrassed to say it." Daring her, wasn't he?
"Embarassed?" Scoffed. "I am not." Defiant as well. A lift
of her chin as she continued to hold his gaze. "I think you should perhaps
be a bit louder with your words, I don't think the wenches upstairs heard
you." Of course their conversation was being shared in undertones, so the
accusation was one of sarcasm at it's best. Although that part of her being a
ruthless pirate was a brownie point on his behalf. Arrogant she was in that
fact, as any pirate captain would be, and was. Another glance towards that
bottle before looking back at him. "You tell a bloody soul any of my secrets,
and they'll be feasting on your tongue at the very next meal to follow." Not
a soul knew, nor ever suspected.
He immediately snagged up the bottle and held it at arms
length. "Then say it. C'mon dove. Say you love me." The grin just wouldn't
die. Was he gloating a little? d**n straight, this was the best tidings he'd
had in a long time. "I won't breath a word, dove. You have my word and I, your
honor." Taking that reaching hand of hers he brought it to his lips, raining
kisses to those knuckles. "Besides, a husband wouldn't spread gossip about
his own wife."
She could see he was gloating and it did grate upon her
nerves. It was his fault, how it went in her mind and recollection. His
presence nightly upon her cabin floor, being at her side during business
dealings like a silent sentenel. He had a way of growing on her, and d**n him and
his tender kisses that had come so close to melting her resolve. Those light
touches that awoke the woman she fought so hard to keep dormant deep within
and under that protective shell. But she wanted a drink, and she knew
there was only one way to quench her thirst. Her eyes to meet his and hold
for a long moment in silence, and when she spoke it was the barest of
whispers. "I love you Raine." Now she was reaching for that bottle. She did as asked,
now it was time for the reward.
That good ol' bounty hunter had a smile as wide as the ocean
over his lips. "aww...." He gave her, bringing the bottle within range of
her reaching fingers. No so fast. With a snap of his wrist the bottle was
flipped away and the liquor spilling over the wooden floor. If she cried a protest
of such a waste he'd join in with her, but not before Raine wrapped her in
his arms and drowned her in a most appropriate raining of soft, warm
kisses.
Of course she'd cry out in protest, he was wasting good
liquor by spilling it out all over like that. "Raine!" Gaze would flit
between him and the catastroply caused when the bottle was flipped away. More
would have been said, if not for the action to follow. As per usual, in the
beginning she'd put up a bit of a fight, well not so much as a literal
defense, but she did have to put on a show for those who were watching.
Couldn't make it look as if she would easily give in to this man, even if the fight lasted not
long when she was soon returning those affections. But... He still wasn't getting into her
bed tonight, or any night soon. Oh no, she'd not give in to the man that easily. There was still many hurdles to over come before she'd give up that one part of herself to anyone, even him!
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Veronica
Ship's Barnical
Bartender at the Bloody Bore Tavern
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Post by Veronica on Dec 12, 2007 23:19:46 GMT -5
Life had been steadily growing on all the islands, and this was noticed with the increase of business. Where it usually only took a few of them to wait on the tables and those at the bar, now took shifts. As was the same with those who awaited in the rooms upstairs. Quite busy were things when the ships hit port, and all made it a point of skipping from one island to the other, enjoying all there was to offer.
Her shift was to start in about a half hour, though she had shown up early after spending the day riding through the country side upon horse back. How she enjoyed the warmth of the days, the feel of the sun upon her flesh. In the wilds, she felt clean and free, unlike the way she felt when she hit the tavern floor with tray in hand.
Sipping on a hot mug of coffee, she peered out the opening from the kitchen that allowed viewing of the tavern's main room beyond. Already seats had begin to fill, as dockhands and sailors alike filtered in to begin their night of being jolly. Which usually meant she went home with a few more bruises. The price to pay to gain the extra coin being saved.
The crowd that came in during the next two hours, would be those seeking a meal and rest before heading home or out to paint the town. It would be when they left that the drinking crowd arrived. Which also meant a few fights would break out, busting up of furniture and refining those skills of dodging and ducking herself.
Now she would weild a bottle, tray or chair, what ever it took to keep the burley, sweaty men away from her. Tray upon the heads of those who got a little too grabby for their own good. She was not one of the women who resided in the rooms above to be rented by the hour, nor would she be treated as such.
Spunk and spitfire wrapped in a neat little package.
Soon the time came where the mug would be set aside, an apron placed about her slender waist, snagging a tray of food, she'd head to the table it was to be delivered to, and thus would be the beginning of her night, and anything it happens to bring her way.............
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