Begin Anew [Zahhak]
Mar 29, 2016 22:29:53 GMT -6
Post by Valerie Aschdenne on Mar 29, 2016 22:29:53 GMT -6
Entering a tavern in lovely Badon was bound to fill one with charged emotions. There was much energy and good cheer amongst sailors most days, especially if they were drunk. Sometimes only if they were drunk. Of course the staff didn't always share the good cheer of their patrons, even if they made their living off them. Cleaning up after drunken sailors was perhaps one of the most loathsome jobs one could have.
Valerie knew this well. Her earliest years on the Santa-Aquila were quite literally spent mopping the deck. Of course the sailors didn't make too much mess on the deck itself, that was mostly the gulls.
Either way she did relate to the staff of "The Drowned Fox", she really did, but that was not going to stop Valerie from enjoying herself. The pink haired ex-pirate was still riding off the money she made selling the Santa-Aquila along with some of her less useful spoils from successful raids in the past. She was not short on gold to spend on drink, but she was wise enough to leave a large chunk of her gold untouchable. Valerie refused to become a drunk living in squalor. She had bigger, better plans for herself than that.
"Alas, to deny the simple things in life would do naught be bring ruin to oneself." She thought to herself as she gripped her mug and chugged back about a third. The pinkette took note of one particularly impressed sailor who watched her suck back the ale, just as she took note of his ever wandering eye. He didn't seem all too interesting to her, however, so she pretended not to notice. Men were going to look, especially sailors. Hell she looked often enough.
But more interesting things or people always drew her eye more.
"Back off mate, I'm warnin' ya!" Ah, fighting words. Valerie shifted in her seat and observed two men, sailors no doubt, standing face to face. Their eyes were fixed on each other yet unfocused, and their faces were flushed. They'd had too much. "You mention me sister again, and the last thing you'll have plowed'll be your face through the floor!"
A...threat. Not a great one, but it'd work all the same. Valerie smirked in hollow amusement as the other man shot back an eloquent reply consisting of two words: the first of which a common expletive. After that the two came to blows rather swiftly, and cheers rang through the tavern.
"Ah what the hell. May as well enjoy the show." Valerie thought to herself, raising her mug before letting out a cheer of her own.
Valerie knew this well. Her earliest years on the Santa-Aquila were quite literally spent mopping the deck. Of course the sailors didn't make too much mess on the deck itself, that was mostly the gulls.
Either way she did relate to the staff of "The Drowned Fox", she really did, but that was not going to stop Valerie from enjoying herself. The pink haired ex-pirate was still riding off the money she made selling the Santa-Aquila along with some of her less useful spoils from successful raids in the past. She was not short on gold to spend on drink, but she was wise enough to leave a large chunk of her gold untouchable. Valerie refused to become a drunk living in squalor. She had bigger, better plans for herself than that.
"Alas, to deny the simple things in life would do naught be bring ruin to oneself." She thought to herself as she gripped her mug and chugged back about a third. The pinkette took note of one particularly impressed sailor who watched her suck back the ale, just as she took note of his ever wandering eye. He didn't seem all too interesting to her, however, so she pretended not to notice. Men were going to look, especially sailors. Hell she looked often enough.
But more interesting things or people always drew her eye more.
"Back off mate, I'm warnin' ya!" Ah, fighting words. Valerie shifted in her seat and observed two men, sailors no doubt, standing face to face. Their eyes were fixed on each other yet unfocused, and their faces were flushed. They'd had too much. "You mention me sister again, and the last thing you'll have plowed'll be your face through the floor!"
A...threat. Not a great one, but it'd work all the same. Valerie smirked in hollow amusement as the other man shot back an eloquent reply consisting of two words: the first of which a common expletive. After that the two came to blows rather swiftly, and cheers rang through the tavern.
"Ah what the hell. May as well enjoy the show." Valerie thought to herself, raising her mug before letting out a cheer of her own.