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Post by White on Jul 21, 2010 18:51:26 GMT -5
Bad day, bad day, bad day. Miribelle was in a horrid mood, and was very incredible difficulty hiding it. It seemed as though she wasn’t even trying. But she was. A little…
Mugs of beer were placed down in front of patrons a little more carelessly than usual, causing some of frothy liquid to spill out onto the table. Luckily, the men didn’t really notice, all being intoxicated. That only added to her carelessness and irritation. Everyone around her best be careful. The woman was near her breaking point.
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Post by AX3L bby on Jul 21, 2010 18:58:48 GMT -5
A long month. Sailing with the wreckless and mindless pirates. They lacked in everything. And it had cost Alair the loss of a month's "pay."
Whatever. He'd just have to lift some munny off of the intoxicated. It was their own faults. He slipped into the crowded bar, the stentch was something the former noblesman could never get used to. Although he learned to pretend to.
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Post by White on Jul 21, 2010 19:07:55 GMT -5
Miribelle looked up to see the newcomer. “Great, more drunks to deal with.” She mumbled under her breath as she made a very unpleasant face. The woman picked up a rag and stepped out from behind the bar. A group of men had just sauntered out, knocking their table as they left causing the remains of their beverages to be spilled all over.
She cursed to herself as she propped the mugs upright and began mopping up their mess. “Filthy bastards.” She whispered to herself.
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Post by AX3L bby on Jul 21, 2010 19:15:46 GMT -5
Lavender eyes cautiously glanced at the bartender as she moved from her station. She was, obviously, not drunk. Perhaps a hazard to him. Nevertheless, she was not a target. But he didn't have to note that to know it.
The noisy, drunk bunch that left their mess for her to deal with had to pass him on their way out. The slender man quickly moved out of the way of the large beefy men, rounding back and, as inconspiciously as he could, lift a coin bag from one.
They were soon out of the bar and Alair knew he was home free. Finally. Slipping it into the pouch he had strapped under the red clothe tied around his waist, he made his way towards to bar.
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Post by White on Jul 21, 2010 19:39:22 GMT -5
That first steal had gone by unnoticed by Miribelle, who was now wandering back to the bar with a sopping rag and filthy mugs. She tossed the mugs into a container of other dirty dishes for someone else to clean and dropped the rag next to it on the counter. Another rag was grabbed and she proceeded to wipe down the bar. This was ridiculous. All the others were whoring themselves around while she actually did all the work.
“Anything I can get you?” She asked Alair, finally deciding to officially acknowledge his presence with a greeting when she noticed him making his way towards the bar.
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Post by AX3L bby on Jul 21, 2010 19:47:15 GMT -5
He glanced at her, almost having the exression of a startled deer. "Aye," He said, "Just a small glass of red wine, if you would?" His voice wasn't quite tainted with the piratey slang one would imagine him with. Perhaps he was too old when he joined their ranks to inherit their lazy accent.
He pulled out some of the munny he had just lifted. Might as well appear as if he came for something other than thievery. He stole the seat of a man who had just gotten up to, perhaps, make a bathroom trip.
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Post by White on Jul 21, 2010 19:55:40 GMT -5
Miribelle nodded silently and went to fetch the man his drink. His request had pleasantly surprised her. Maybe he was a little more sophisticated than she had assumed him to be. She shrugged to herself as she made her way back to the man and handed him his drink.
“30 munny.” She said, sounding apathetic. Hopefully her boss wouldn’t show up and yell at her for not being perky and pleasant like the others. Tonight was not a good night for her to be reprimanded.
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Post by AX3L bby on Jul 21, 2010 20:06:00 GMT -5
Alair exchanged the money for his drink and took a sip, his light eyes looking across the bar. The barwench seemed to be too aggitated at her job, he figured she wouldn't really be paying much attention him.
Taking a sip of his drink, a rough voice suddenly called out to Alair. Oh. The man wanted his seat back. Of course, most these guys were twice, or even through times, Alair's size. He didn't invest much into raw strength. "Sorry," He mumbled sarcastically, offering the seat back to the man.
And of course, it was too hard to resist yanking out the abused wallet that nearly jumped out of the man's pocket. Alair twirled around, about to bound off, drink to lips, and hand dropping the wallet into his pouch.
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Post by White on Jul 21, 2010 20:17:10 GMT -5
Too bad he was wrong. The gruff voice was enough for to call her attention back to him. Fights were something she was supposed to watch for, and with all the drunken fools here, it wasn’t unlikely one would break out over something as stupid as a stolen chair.
Her eyes narrowed. She had been wrong too. That little theft she had spotted. “I suggest you give that back.” Miribelle warned Alair. Should the big brute notice, it’d be chaos. It didn’t even matter if he noticed now or later on during his stay.
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Post by AX3L bby on Jul 21, 2010 20:24:07 GMT -5
From the corner of his eyes, he looked at the bartender. She couldn't have seen him, could she? Slowly he removed the glass from his lips, turning his head towards he. "Pardon?" Raising a brow, as if confused.
This could get interesting, he thought to himself. Tried his hardest not to curl his lips into a smile in anticipation.
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Post by White on Jul 21, 2010 20:29:28 GMT -5
He was teasing her. She glared. “Don’t test me.” She told him, her voice low and very clearly angry. The last thing she wanted was trouble, and this probably wasn’t the best way of going about avoiding it, but it was all she could do to hold back punching the thief. If she ended up doing that, there would have been much more trouble.
“Just put it back before he notices.”
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Post by AX3L bby on Jul 21, 2010 20:41:05 GMT -5
Alair sighed and rolled his eyes. He downed the last of his wine, wincing as the large gulp hurt his throat. He turned around, waltzing back up to the man whose seat he previously occupied. "Excuse me, I think you dropped something," The large man paused in the middle of a bellowing laugh, look down at Alair with a "what?"
And thus, the thief grabbed a mug on the table, half empty with rum, and splashed it in the man's face. Angry swears before a fist was thrown at Alair, who rolled out of the way, the fist punching a man adjacent.
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Post by White on Jul 21, 2010 20:56:28 GMT -5
Really? He didn’t really just do that. How stupid was he? Now she had even more cleaning to do! Working here was more trouble than it was worth. “Hey! Enough of that!” Miribelle yelled angrily. She ran around the bar and between the two men. If either of them tried to hit her, she’d be able to put them both back in their place. Despite her gender, she could hardly be considered a pushover.
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Post by AX3L bby on Jul 21, 2010 21:45:34 GMT -5
Alair got to the door, glancing back. Too bad, he thought, the entire bar didn't break into mayhem.
Slipping out the door, Alair assumed, wishful thinking at the least, that the bartender wouldn't persue him.
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Post by White on Jul 21, 2010 21:55:28 GMT -5
His wish didn’t come true. Alair had come on the wrong night to piss Miribelle off, whether it was intentional or unintentional. She. Was. Pissed. Her boss had just walked out to see what was going on, and with that, Miribelle ran off after the thief. She wasn’t angry that he had stolen, well, she sort of was, that sort of behavior was unacceptable. What she was mostly angry about was that he had caused trouble for her when he had absolutely no reason to.
She followed him outside. “Get back here!” She demanded.
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