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| The Three Tunns - an evening of revelation; Mallot, Grapple, and Viena only please | |
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| Topic Started: 5 Apr 2007, 11:52 PM (202 Views) | |
| Brendan | 5 Apr 2007, 11:52 PM Post #1 |
A Legend. In regimentals. Pwn.
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Originally posted by viena. Some few days had passed since her first time running into Mallot as she had supposedly been copulating with his brother Grapple. By far it had not been so. She smiled slightly as she took a seat at the rear of the tavern. Seeing as she was hoping to escape notice, Viena had chosen one of the few places she�d go to look for any clientele. There was a rear table, partially lit, though also obscured. She had opted to go to The Three Tunns, a local and fairly recent tavern. She smiled lightly as she lead the way through the opened doorway and into the partially secluded table. Her hair was down for once, and her skirts lower than normal. Though to many of the men at the Tunns, she was a known face, and was a known whore to most of them. She watched with a weary gaze as many faces looked her direction. Of all the places to pick, she had to find the one with the fewest women working the tables. A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she took her seat. With a tentative wave, she called the nearest barmaid to their table, Mallot next to Viena and Grapple next to Mallot. She didn't expect him to actually have been seated any closer to her as he already was. It was asking enough to just enjoy a friendly drink on one of her few hours of relaxation before the nights' activities were to begin. Once the woman had returned, three mugs of ale were placed on the table, and Viena eagerly took hers into her hands, and began to nurse at the soothing liquid. "So jus' about 'ow long will you two be in town?" She knew that Mallot had to have been wondering why she was in Port Royal, but she didn't feel it was proper to discuss at the table, least of all with Grapple seated just across from her. She had lowered her skirts for the night, though the strange sensation of fabric against her legs was so ultimately foreign to her. It was intriguing that she had worn her hair down, and that of all things, her skirts were lowered. She had even taken the time to make sure that her corset wasn't overstuffed, nor fastened too tightly around her torso. A near silent groan escaped her lips as she shifted in her seat. Now was not the time to feel someone's eye boring into the back of her skull. Having finally downed the remainder of her mug of ale, she ordered yet another. eagerly sipping the bittersweet nectar she'd bought.Her feet twitched beneath her, almost aching to get up and dance to what seemed a makeshift ensemble. She didn't truly know where it was that she had learned to dance, and she danced rather well. Noticing that both of the men's drinks were threatening to be empty, she called the barmaid over yet again. "Coul' I get another 2 mugs 'a ale for these gents." Smiling as a thought passed Viena's mind, she wondered what it would be like working a tavern. She could manage the two jobs simultaneously. Though the idea of working that much for a meager pay. At least as far as women of the docks went, she made a decent living, though most of it went straight back to the government. ((hope ya like it creejak)) |
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| Brendan | 5 Apr 2007, 11:53 PM Post #2 |
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Originally posted by Creejak. It was hard not to notice the gazes that were shot the woman�s way as Viena passed by the patrons in the bar, Mallot owning one pair of eyes looking her over. Trailing behind the prostitute, the pirate was leaning back slightly, his mallet strung over his shoulders as if he were held up upon the stalks, blazing grey eyes focused intently upon the movements of Viena�s hip and her rear, a small grin on his mouth as he leered at her from behind. His hat was tilted forward, the worn leather and creases accentuated in the light, as were his own blemishes and sea-earned tan, the pirate looking very much like a mere customer of the whore rather than a fierce criminal. Perhaps, he figured, if he stopped smiling, he wouldn�t be getting all the so-called knowing grins�But Viena was nice to look at, and who was Mallot to deny her attention? Next in line was the elder of the two pirate brothers; slouched over slightly, his rounded shoulders weren�t squared but rather pinned down as he had his muscular arms crossed over his broad chest, a very deep and rather frightening scowl on his face. He did not enjoy the company of Viena, merely due to what had happened a few nights previous. His right arm was still bandaged up tightly from the bicep, where he had been shot, down to skip over his elbow joint and cross to his forearm before ending in a smooth knot that was folded in between strands of linen. His past few days had been rather foul; from getting shot, to attempting to drown himself, to getting covered in swill from the ground because he had nearly drowned, to dealing with Viena�s antics� He had nothing against prostitutes; in his younger days, he had rather enjoyed their company, and having grown up prominently in a tavern, under the watchful eye of a bar owner, he knew many loose women. But Grapple was still infuriated by the fact that Viena had, or at least to his interpretation, attempted to lore him in as a customer, supposedly accidentally falling on him, kissing him, and�Truth be told, it was his own fault when he had tried to shove her off of him; it had lamented in him falling on top of her at the exact moment they were discovered in the bushes. His dignity had been shot that night. Viena found them a table, and ordered their drinks, Mallot�s eyes roaming from her blocked rump to her chest, blinking slowly and lethargically as he relaxed in his seat, sliding forward a little and setting his hammer down beneath the table so the handle rested against his inner thigh, ready to be brought out at a moments notice; not that he planned on using it, but he was a pirate in a town still paranoid over attacks from seafaring criminals. *"So jus' about 'ow long will you two be in town?"* Slouched over the table, Grapple began cradling his mug in a very typical fashion for him; while Mallot would immediately enjoy his drinks, Grapple would resist the temptation to drink it all in at once but savour the first few�and then, of course, he�d binge, worse than even his brother. He�d move on from rum, ale, lager and beer, to wine, to gin, and then to the much harder-hitting liquors. For the time being, however, he had the full capacity to answer her, albeit gruffly so. �Until we can get out,� Grapple grunted quietly, face downcast yet eyes wavering slightly as he looked at Viena while answering. Beside him, Mallot coughed into his drink, the liquid having gone down the wrong way, before he sat up and added on. �Whenever we can get on a ship ter go �ome, we�re leaving. Been stuck �er f�er far too long!� Mallot explained further, still leering slightly at Viena although the look had changed to a friendly fondness. He then watched as she hastily finished her drink, pursing his lips and crooning as though he had just witnessed an unfortunate man being walloped between the crotch by his angry mistress. �Easy, luv, no need ter-� he stopped, realizing his mug was halfway from his lips and bordering empty. Perhaps they had simply had too stressing a week, he fibbed to himself. �That would be lovely,� Mallot commented as Viena ordered them more, and he slid his chair a bit nearer to her, making to dig into the pouch in his vest with the intention of chipping in on the bill. He swore under his breath, muttering, �Scheisse� gottverdammt, Schei�kerl-AH! Dort sind wor�� He happily produced a few small coins, laying them on the table for the bar maid to pick up when she brought the next round. His brother gave him a weird look, uncomfortable that he never knew what Mallot spoke of when he choose to speak in the Germanic tongue he had picked up over the years. |
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| Brendan | 5 Apr 2007, 11:55 PM Post #3 |
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Originally posted by viena. She ignored the gruff response from Grapple, knowing now what his temperament was towards her sort of women. She kept silent as she downed the remainder of her mug of ale and listened to Mallot tell her to take it easy. A wide smile parted her face. She absentmindedly began to fiddle with her necklace. It was something she'd had for years, a small ring that had fit on her fingers at some point. now it hung from a worn out leather thong round her brazen neck. Having already finished nearly half her second pint she slowed down, looking over at both Mallot and Grapple. She was having a difficult time hiding in the shadows away from the wandering eyes of many a sailor in the Three Tunns. Her eyes fluttered downwards as she gazed at the ring that was now nestling between her breasts, nearly hidden in the chasm that was her cleavage. A naturally well endowed woman, she had difficulty at times when trying to conceal such natural assets to her line of work. She sighed, her head still craned forward, now tuning out the entirety of the Tavern which was quite a task of itself. Her eyes gazing down at the necklace, fingers dancing across the crest. Why couldn't she remember where she had gotten it, best of all. Why couldn't she remember anything of her life before the was a whore. Snapping back to reality some few minutes later she gratefully began to pour this next drink down into her stomach. She watched as a man stumbled towards their table, his hand snaking out to rub her shoulder. "Ahh lovey ya shoul' pop roun' ta mah room fer li'l bit a fun.. Wouldn' yeh like tha'?" A snarl of disgust parted her lips, but was cleverly disguised by a faint smile and the brushing of his hand off her shoulder. So much for remaining away from men for this night.. "I am sorreh, but alas, tis my monthly time. I am no' workin' this week." Such a lie, but it didn't matter. The idea of working tonight made her head reel, and not in any good sort of way. The man however did not give up, and put his hand back on her shoulder, this time it crept downwards towards her bosom. His whiskers tickling her cheek as his grip tightened on her shoulder. A foul smell invaded her nostrils as he spoke again, this time only inches from her face. "Well now... I didn' think I 'ad given yer much a choice now did I? I will 'ave ye, one way or 'nother." His grip continued to tighten on her shoulder, she began to feel her bones threatening to break beneath his grasp. Usually such boozed up men would be thrown from the bar, but at the Tunns, anything could go. Her skin was reddening and the skin threatened to break from beneath ragged and broken fingernails digging into her skin. Nearby she saw another man watching from a distance. He wasn't dressed as a pirate, nor sailor. He was dressed in fine linen, and made it fairly obvious that he did not belong in such a place. He was looking over at her now, obviously distressed by the wanton behavior of this man. Some how he looked familiar to Viena, though she wasn't sure how she had recognized him. The man was now trying to get a free feel of her breasts, his other hand falling down to her cleavage and grabbed hold of her necklace. "Wot's this then love?" he pulled his hand back, tugging at her necklace, and thus pulling her face towards him. |
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| Brendan | 5 Apr 2007, 11:56 PM Post #4 |
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Originally posted by Creejak. At Viena’s initial smile to his gentle reprimands, Mallot returned the grin with his own unique smile that took over his entire face; the broadness was quite astounding, as was the way he could show off all his (albeit unflattering) teeth in a single expression. As wide as his smile was, however, the crocodile aspect was barely hidden as his grey eyes caught sight her necklace; instantly, thoughts in his mind switched into a mode that only tried to figure out a way that he could pilfer the lovely bit of jewellery off of his prostitute-friend. It was merely a ring, and it didn’t look like much, especially upon the string she had it bound around her neck by, but it would certainly buy him back the drinks he was paying for that night. Charity came with a price, naturally. All was quite peaceful for a moment, and even Grapple was being civil (civil for Grapple was, naturally, not glaring at anybody, although he did seem strained not to do so). In Tortuga, a moment was very little time, and time flew no differently in the self-dubbed hospitable Port Royale. A man, quite obviously drunk, stumbled over to their table to cause a rather frightful amount of grief for Viena, going so far as to clearly hurt her. ”Oy,” Mallot began, raising a finger disapprovingly, although his shrunken grin did not match his hand gestures. “Clearly the maiden is with us!” He paused to gesture a hand to himself and Grapple, although there was a slight snag. Grapple was preoccupied shaking his head and putting up his arms as if trying to stop a person attack. ”Naw…I’m not with her…just him.” Grapple nudged his head in the direction of his younger brother, who seemed very affronted and somewhat befuddled. ”Yeh but-“ * "Wot's this then love?"* It became apparent that the inebriated man had not been paying a single drop of attention to anything Mallot had previously stated. Instead, he was inspecting Viena’s necklace, the very one Mallot had earlier been eyeing himself. However, it was the look of slight confusion, which he mistook for pain, upon Viena’s face that actually alerted Jonaz that he’d be facing trouble that night, regardless of how calm things had been mere minutes ago. Standing up, the pirate leaned forward and placed his hands palm down upon the table, his drink resting square between his braced shoulders. His smile had completely disappeared off his face, and his posture was clearly aggressive, although with his hat so very absent and sitting upon the table, it was hard to imagine the frizzy-haired, lithe fellow could be of much threat. That and he was shorter than the bloke currently trying to fondle Viena’s breasts. ”Oy, you bug-eyed pommey bastard,” came the warning growl. It worked in catching the attention of the affronted, but Mallot had not planned anything much past his opening sentence. He was more prepared for a bout of fisticuffs than wit. ”Let ‘er go, aye? She’s off tonight, with me as it were, and you’re hurting her arm. Ruddy poor handling of the merchandise, eh.” Unbeknownst to the younger of the two pirates, Grapple had begun to slowly rise from his seat, and was staring quite intently at the drunk with his right eye squinted. Such an amount of dangerous energy usually spurted from two eyes was hence concentrated from but one, and the effect was magnified to compensate. Although he didn’t say anything, silence was somehow more threatening than words, and Viena’s assaulter loosened his grip just slightly on Viena’s shoulder, shuffling back as much as he could without actually letting on he was almost prepared to back down. ”I’ll say it but once more!” Mallot, almost cheerfully, piped up, entwining his fingers together without clasping a fist. “Leave ‘er alone.” |
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