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Midas was one of her least favorite places to visit in the kingdom of Colchis. She much preferred her own province of Lyncaea or her adopted province of Molossia. Something about the capital city just made the woman’s skin crawl. Yet, here she was again -- skimming the vibrant city’s seedy underbelly in search of answers. It was something of a biannual pilgrimage at this point as the archer continued her search for her lost brother.
It had been a decade since he had disappeared in the dead of night without a word, seemingly vanished without a trace. Their mother, Hester, claimed that he must have been swept up by the gods for a mighty purpose for not a single soul had been able to give Zosime a sighting. Just one, she just needed one and she would cross Hades himself in order to bring her brother home.
Her trip to Midas was drawing to a close with the same ending that all of her other ones had, with the woman finding a tavern close enough to the docks so she could dim the pain with a little drink. Not too much, for even just a little was enough to put the militant on her ass -- but just enough to take the edge off until she could make it back to Molossia to take it out of someone’s skin instead. She nudged the door to the place open, a combination of smells making her wrinkle her nose in absolute disgust. Raucous laughter shook the rafters, and a few of the patron’s eyes wandered her way in interest.
She ignored all of it though, as she moved to a secluded back corner that was being vacated. Her delicate hands, so adept at ending life, pushed aside the empty glasses until someone came to fetch them and brought her a drink to nurse. She sighed as she hunched over it, stewing in her own misery as she ran a dark finger across the rim of her drink. Her gaze was sharp, the ice blue eyes darkening as someone came close.
”Seats taken.” She said, in no mood to try to swat away those who only saw her as potential conquest. Unfortunately for them, she had been a celibate for nearly two years now -- the result of simultaneously having her heart broken and trying to save her military career in one foul swoop.
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Midas was one of her least favorite places to visit in the kingdom of Colchis. She much preferred her own province of Lyncaea or her adopted province of Molossia. Something about the capital city just made the woman’s skin crawl. Yet, here she was again -- skimming the vibrant city’s seedy underbelly in search of answers. It was something of a biannual pilgrimage at this point as the archer continued her search for her lost brother.
It had been a decade since he had disappeared in the dead of night without a word, seemingly vanished without a trace. Their mother, Hester, claimed that he must have been swept up by the gods for a mighty purpose for not a single soul had been able to give Zosime a sighting. Just one, she just needed one and she would cross Hades himself in order to bring her brother home.
Her trip to Midas was drawing to a close with the same ending that all of her other ones had, with the woman finding a tavern close enough to the docks so she could dim the pain with a little drink. Not too much, for even just a little was enough to put the militant on her ass -- but just enough to take the edge off until she could make it back to Molossia to take it out of someone’s skin instead. She nudged the door to the place open, a combination of smells making her wrinkle her nose in absolute disgust. Raucous laughter shook the rafters, and a few of the patron’s eyes wandered her way in interest.
She ignored all of it though, as she moved to a secluded back corner that was being vacated. Her delicate hands, so adept at ending life, pushed aside the empty glasses until someone came to fetch them and brought her a drink to nurse. She sighed as she hunched over it, stewing in her own misery as she ran a dark finger across the rim of her drink. Her gaze was sharp, the ice blue eyes darkening as someone came close.
”Seats taken.” She said, in no mood to try to swat away those who only saw her as potential conquest. Unfortunately for them, she had been a celibate for nearly two years now -- the result of simultaneously having her heart broken and trying to save her military career in one foul swoop.
Midas was one of her least favorite places to visit in the kingdom of Colchis. She much preferred her own province of Lyncaea or her adopted province of Molossia. Something about the capital city just made the woman’s skin crawl. Yet, here she was again -- skimming the vibrant city’s seedy underbelly in search of answers. It was something of a biannual pilgrimage at this point as the archer continued her search for her lost brother.
It had been a decade since he had disappeared in the dead of night without a word, seemingly vanished without a trace. Their mother, Hester, claimed that he must have been swept up by the gods for a mighty purpose for not a single soul had been able to give Zosime a sighting. Just one, she just needed one and she would cross Hades himself in order to bring her brother home.
Her trip to Midas was drawing to a close with the same ending that all of her other ones had, with the woman finding a tavern close enough to the docks so she could dim the pain with a little drink. Not too much, for even just a little was enough to put the militant on her ass -- but just enough to take the edge off until she could make it back to Molossia to take it out of someone’s skin instead. She nudged the door to the place open, a combination of smells making her wrinkle her nose in absolute disgust. Raucous laughter shook the rafters, and a few of the patron’s eyes wandered her way in interest.
She ignored all of it though, as she moved to a secluded back corner that was being vacated. Her delicate hands, so adept at ending life, pushed aside the empty glasses until someone came to fetch them and brought her a drink to nurse. She sighed as she hunched over it, stewing in her own misery as she ran a dark finger across the rim of her drink. Her gaze was sharp, the ice blue eyes darkening as someone came close.
”Seats taken.” She said, in no mood to try to swat away those who only saw her as potential conquest. Unfortunately for them, she had been a celibate for nearly two years now -- the result of simultaneously having her heart broken and trying to save her military career in one foul swoop.
As unvarying in color as Midas might be, it was worth its weight in gold to Lukos. That made it the most beautiful of cities, which had not been his opinion earlier in the day when he’d stood under the blazing sun, eyes squinted, mouth twisted, nose crinkled, glaring out over the crowd who’d come to the slave auction. Having arrived last night, Lukos had already availed himself of the immediate need for dock whores but hadn’t indulged in anything stronger than a beer or two. He’d needed to be awake and alert early this morning to secure the prime selling auction platform. He liked to come into port with a ship full of slaves, not leave with them.
The slave auctions were held in the open air at the far end of the market where dust swirled in the wind, the air stank of human sweat and smelled like open sewer. It was made even worse with the fish market being so close and the potent mix always had Lukos high tailing it from there to the bath houses to wash off the weeks at sea and the grunge of commerce. He’d emerged looking completely different. Gone were the tangles of slick hair and thick beard. He’d shaved half haphazardly and donned a clean clothes, and after dispersing the crew their cut, it was time to spend his own.
Anything left over from salary and what naturally went into maintaining the ship and the food for the island he called home went straight into Lukos’s pocket. He aimed to double or triple his cut tonight at a gambling tavern and he was not alone. His usual tavern was filled to the brim with patrons and so he’d tried a second only to be met with members of his own crew who were already too deep in their cups to make anything but tiresome companions.
The one man who did follow him was the single largest human being Lukos had ever seen. Arktos was a foot taller than Lukos, twice as wide, and as burly and hairy as any man could be. His bear of a first mate stumped along behind him, Lukos’s silent shadow. His first mate was not a handsome man, nor a particularly intelligent man, but he was terrifying to those who did not know him, a thing that Lukos found extremely valuable. He liked to bring Arktos with him to nearly any place he visited. It tended to get the two of them better treatment than he otherwise might have received on his own, if he had to rely on his own personality.
They weaved through the narrow alleyways in the ever dimming light, thinking nothing of the scents of too much perfume covering sweat and sex off the whores they passed, and only thinking of the lingering smell of roasting meat and the tang Lukos particularly associated with taverns of this calibre. He shoved open the door and walked in, Arktos ducking through the doorway behind him, and looked around. This wasn’t his first choice, but he definitely had a seat he liked. His dark eyes landed straight on the woman sitting alone in the corner.
”’At bitch,” Arktos complained above him and Lukos nodded his head.
“That bitch,” he repeated and stalked the aisles toward her. Halfway there, he changed pace so that he was sauntering by the time he got to her table. From the doorway, he hadn’t seen her clearly through the haze in the room but now that he could, his initial idea of simply tossing her on her ass and taking her seat was amended somewhat.
”Seats taken.”
Lukos smirked. “This is my table. You can still sit here, at my table, but in that chair." He pointed to the one across from the one she sat in. "The chair you’re in is mine. Up, up, up, princess.”
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As unvarying in color as Midas might be, it was worth its weight in gold to Lukos. That made it the most beautiful of cities, which had not been his opinion earlier in the day when he’d stood under the blazing sun, eyes squinted, mouth twisted, nose crinkled, glaring out over the crowd who’d come to the slave auction. Having arrived last night, Lukos had already availed himself of the immediate need for dock whores but hadn’t indulged in anything stronger than a beer or two. He’d needed to be awake and alert early this morning to secure the prime selling auction platform. He liked to come into port with a ship full of slaves, not leave with them.
The slave auctions were held in the open air at the far end of the market where dust swirled in the wind, the air stank of human sweat and smelled like open sewer. It was made even worse with the fish market being so close and the potent mix always had Lukos high tailing it from there to the bath houses to wash off the weeks at sea and the grunge of commerce. He’d emerged looking completely different. Gone were the tangles of slick hair and thick beard. He’d shaved half haphazardly and donned a clean clothes, and after dispersing the crew their cut, it was time to spend his own.
Anything left over from salary and what naturally went into maintaining the ship and the food for the island he called home went straight into Lukos’s pocket. He aimed to double or triple his cut tonight at a gambling tavern and he was not alone. His usual tavern was filled to the brim with patrons and so he’d tried a second only to be met with members of his own crew who were already too deep in their cups to make anything but tiresome companions.
The one man who did follow him was the single largest human being Lukos had ever seen. Arktos was a foot taller than Lukos, twice as wide, and as burly and hairy as any man could be. His bear of a first mate stumped along behind him, Lukos’s silent shadow. His first mate was not a handsome man, nor a particularly intelligent man, but he was terrifying to those who did not know him, a thing that Lukos found extremely valuable. He liked to bring Arktos with him to nearly any place he visited. It tended to get the two of them better treatment than he otherwise might have received on his own, if he had to rely on his own personality.
They weaved through the narrow alleyways in the ever dimming light, thinking nothing of the scents of too much perfume covering sweat and sex off the whores they passed, and only thinking of the lingering smell of roasting meat and the tang Lukos particularly associated with taverns of this calibre. He shoved open the door and walked in, Arktos ducking through the doorway behind him, and looked around. This wasn’t his first choice, but he definitely had a seat he liked. His dark eyes landed straight on the woman sitting alone in the corner.
”’At bitch,” Arktos complained above him and Lukos nodded his head.
“That bitch,” he repeated and stalked the aisles toward her. Halfway there, he changed pace so that he was sauntering by the time he got to her table. From the doorway, he hadn’t seen her clearly through the haze in the room but now that he could, his initial idea of simply tossing her on her ass and taking her seat was amended somewhat.
”Seats taken.”
Lukos smirked. “This is my table. You can still sit here, at my table, but in that chair." He pointed to the one across from the one she sat in. "The chair you’re in is mine. Up, up, up, princess.”
As unvarying in color as Midas might be, it was worth its weight in gold to Lukos. That made it the most beautiful of cities, which had not been his opinion earlier in the day when he’d stood under the blazing sun, eyes squinted, mouth twisted, nose crinkled, glaring out over the crowd who’d come to the slave auction. Having arrived last night, Lukos had already availed himself of the immediate need for dock whores but hadn’t indulged in anything stronger than a beer or two. He’d needed to be awake and alert early this morning to secure the prime selling auction platform. He liked to come into port with a ship full of slaves, not leave with them.
The slave auctions were held in the open air at the far end of the market where dust swirled in the wind, the air stank of human sweat and smelled like open sewer. It was made even worse with the fish market being so close and the potent mix always had Lukos high tailing it from there to the bath houses to wash off the weeks at sea and the grunge of commerce. He’d emerged looking completely different. Gone were the tangles of slick hair and thick beard. He’d shaved half haphazardly and donned a clean clothes, and after dispersing the crew their cut, it was time to spend his own.
Anything left over from salary and what naturally went into maintaining the ship and the food for the island he called home went straight into Lukos’s pocket. He aimed to double or triple his cut tonight at a gambling tavern and he was not alone. His usual tavern was filled to the brim with patrons and so he’d tried a second only to be met with members of his own crew who were already too deep in their cups to make anything but tiresome companions.
The one man who did follow him was the single largest human being Lukos had ever seen. Arktos was a foot taller than Lukos, twice as wide, and as burly and hairy as any man could be. His bear of a first mate stumped along behind him, Lukos’s silent shadow. His first mate was not a handsome man, nor a particularly intelligent man, but he was terrifying to those who did not know him, a thing that Lukos found extremely valuable. He liked to bring Arktos with him to nearly any place he visited. It tended to get the two of them better treatment than he otherwise might have received on his own, if he had to rely on his own personality.
They weaved through the narrow alleyways in the ever dimming light, thinking nothing of the scents of too much perfume covering sweat and sex off the whores they passed, and only thinking of the lingering smell of roasting meat and the tang Lukos particularly associated with taverns of this calibre. He shoved open the door and walked in, Arktos ducking through the doorway behind him, and looked around. This wasn’t his first choice, but he definitely had a seat he liked. His dark eyes landed straight on the woman sitting alone in the corner.
”’At bitch,” Arktos complained above him and Lukos nodded his head.
“That bitch,” he repeated and stalked the aisles toward her. Halfway there, he changed pace so that he was sauntering by the time he got to her table. From the doorway, he hadn’t seen her clearly through the haze in the room but now that he could, his initial idea of simply tossing her on her ass and taking her seat was amended somewhat.
”Seats taken.”
Lukos smirked. “This is my table. You can still sit here, at my table, but in that chair." He pointed to the one across from the one she sat in. "The chair you’re in is mine. Up, up, up, princess.”
Colchis wasn’t bad as far as the Greek kingdoms went. It wasn’t as conservative as Athenia could be, but it was nowhere near as fun as Taengea was. It was, however, an excellent place to do business, which was precisely why Akila found her way here. Her purse, and that of her crew, were always heavier upon leaving the kingdom.
Arriving back to the docks after having bought all the barrels of water and food that the ship required (And spending way longer than was necessary, proving that she wasn’t some ignorant girl and that she knew the exact value of those barrels. Fuck men who tried to rip her off) Akila was met with a sight that was met with wry amusement and an eye roll. A ship she, unfortunately, had seen multiple times in the past.
Where’s the annoying little rock thrower this time?
To be fair, Akila didn’t care about that answer. She had her own shit to do than being concerned by the likes of him. She wanted to prepare everything so that come morning she could cast off and get away from Greece if only for a little while. One last night in Colchis before the month’s journey to Egypt. She had better make the best of it.
And so did her crew, wandering to spend the coin they made in Colchis and getting into whatever trouble they wanted (so long as it didn’t affect Akila or her ship, she didn’t give a damn what they did). Akila rubbed the back of her neck, cracking it. She didn’t even have to say anything to Khalid. One look and her first mate already knew her thoughts. Let’s have some fun.
A very avid lover of games of chance and the sheer unpredictability that came with them, Akila more than happily made her way to the gambling tavern. Which once again, she rolled her eyes in wry amusement. If Akila believed in fate, she’d almost call it that.
There’s the annoying little rock thrower.
Akila went and grabbed her drink, the mug of alcohol swishing back as she sauntered over to the table. She smirked, hearing his words to the girl. Oh, Akila had no doubts Lukos would get that chair one way or another, but Akila hoped it wouldn’t be that easy. She wanted a show.
Grabbing an empty chair as she passed by it, letting the wood screech on the floor, Akila set it at an empty spot at the table and plopped down. One eyebrow raised at the pirate, “Oh quit being a toddler, Lukos, and sit your ass down. Boo fucking hoo, your spot is taken. Move on.” She took a swig of her alcohol. “Don’t stand for him, princess. Lukos needs to be a big boy and not get what he wants from time to time.” If only so that it would entertain Akila.
“Arktos,” Akila greeted the pirate with a nod. It seems his muscles still weren’t big enough to capsize Lukos’s ship. That alone was shocking in it of itself. Her eyes flickered back to the pair. “You two could play for the seat. But I, for one, find a game with coins is much better.”
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Colchis wasn’t bad as far as the Greek kingdoms went. It wasn’t as conservative as Athenia could be, but it was nowhere near as fun as Taengea was. It was, however, an excellent place to do business, which was precisely why Akila found her way here. Her purse, and that of her crew, were always heavier upon leaving the kingdom.
Arriving back to the docks after having bought all the barrels of water and food that the ship required (And spending way longer than was necessary, proving that she wasn’t some ignorant girl and that she knew the exact value of those barrels. Fuck men who tried to rip her off) Akila was met with a sight that was met with wry amusement and an eye roll. A ship she, unfortunately, had seen multiple times in the past.
Where’s the annoying little rock thrower this time?
To be fair, Akila didn’t care about that answer. She had her own shit to do than being concerned by the likes of him. She wanted to prepare everything so that come morning she could cast off and get away from Greece if only for a little while. One last night in Colchis before the month’s journey to Egypt. She had better make the best of it.
And so did her crew, wandering to spend the coin they made in Colchis and getting into whatever trouble they wanted (so long as it didn’t affect Akila or her ship, she didn’t give a damn what they did). Akila rubbed the back of her neck, cracking it. She didn’t even have to say anything to Khalid. One look and her first mate already knew her thoughts. Let’s have some fun.
A very avid lover of games of chance and the sheer unpredictability that came with them, Akila more than happily made her way to the gambling tavern. Which once again, she rolled her eyes in wry amusement. If Akila believed in fate, she’d almost call it that.
There’s the annoying little rock thrower.
Akila went and grabbed her drink, the mug of alcohol swishing back as she sauntered over to the table. She smirked, hearing his words to the girl. Oh, Akila had no doubts Lukos would get that chair one way or another, but Akila hoped it wouldn’t be that easy. She wanted a show.
Grabbing an empty chair as she passed by it, letting the wood screech on the floor, Akila set it at an empty spot at the table and plopped down. One eyebrow raised at the pirate, “Oh quit being a toddler, Lukos, and sit your ass down. Boo fucking hoo, your spot is taken. Move on.” She took a swig of her alcohol. “Don’t stand for him, princess. Lukos needs to be a big boy and not get what he wants from time to time.” If only so that it would entertain Akila.
“Arktos,” Akila greeted the pirate with a nod. It seems his muscles still weren’t big enough to capsize Lukos’s ship. That alone was shocking in it of itself. Her eyes flickered back to the pair. “You two could play for the seat. But I, for one, find a game with coins is much better.”
Colchis wasn’t bad as far as the Greek kingdoms went. It wasn’t as conservative as Athenia could be, but it was nowhere near as fun as Taengea was. It was, however, an excellent place to do business, which was precisely why Akila found her way here. Her purse, and that of her crew, were always heavier upon leaving the kingdom.
Arriving back to the docks after having bought all the barrels of water and food that the ship required (And spending way longer than was necessary, proving that she wasn’t some ignorant girl and that she knew the exact value of those barrels. Fuck men who tried to rip her off) Akila was met with a sight that was met with wry amusement and an eye roll. A ship she, unfortunately, had seen multiple times in the past.
Where’s the annoying little rock thrower this time?
To be fair, Akila didn’t care about that answer. She had her own shit to do than being concerned by the likes of him. She wanted to prepare everything so that come morning she could cast off and get away from Greece if only for a little while. One last night in Colchis before the month’s journey to Egypt. She had better make the best of it.
And so did her crew, wandering to spend the coin they made in Colchis and getting into whatever trouble they wanted (so long as it didn’t affect Akila or her ship, she didn’t give a damn what they did). Akila rubbed the back of her neck, cracking it. She didn’t even have to say anything to Khalid. One look and her first mate already knew her thoughts. Let’s have some fun.
A very avid lover of games of chance and the sheer unpredictability that came with them, Akila more than happily made her way to the gambling tavern. Which once again, she rolled her eyes in wry amusement. If Akila believed in fate, she’d almost call it that.
There’s the annoying little rock thrower.
Akila went and grabbed her drink, the mug of alcohol swishing back as she sauntered over to the table. She smirked, hearing his words to the girl. Oh, Akila had no doubts Lukos would get that chair one way or another, but Akila hoped it wouldn’t be that easy. She wanted a show.
Grabbing an empty chair as she passed by it, letting the wood screech on the floor, Akila set it at an empty spot at the table and plopped down. One eyebrow raised at the pirate, “Oh quit being a toddler, Lukos, and sit your ass down. Boo fucking hoo, your spot is taken. Move on.” She took a swig of her alcohol. “Don’t stand for him, princess. Lukos needs to be a big boy and not get what he wants from time to time.” If only so that it would entertain Akila.
“Arktos,” Akila greeted the pirate with a nod. It seems his muscles still weren’t big enough to capsize Lukos’s ship. That alone was shocking in it of itself. Her eyes flickered back to the pair. “You two could play for the seat. But I, for one, find a game with coins is much better.”
Her gaze went up, grazing over the man standing before her before going further up to the giant looming behind him. Her face registered nothing, not giving away her mild surprise before she dropped it back down to the smaller of the two men. Smaller, but obviously in charge. And then he was prattling on about this being his table. His seat.
Up, up, up, princess.
It earned him a snort of her laughter, and she was lazy about the way that she pulled back to sit upright. Challenge accepted, motherfucker. She swept back the hand that had been fingering the rim of her drink, brushing her dark curls over her shoulder so that they would trail down her back. She hardly ever wore her hair down, but she had a headache from a particularly long, brutally unsuccessful day. She had hoped that by leaving her hair loose, it might ease it -- but alas.
Zosime was about to open her mouth when she was interrupted by the scraping of wood, the ungodly screeching of a chair being dragged up to join the table. Her gaze flickered to the woman who had plopped down into an empty space. Oh for fuck’s sake. She thought sourly. This was not how she wished to spend her night, and yet -- her pride was not going to allow her to give up this chair.
However, this newcomer seemed to offer quite a bit of valuable information -- like names. Lukos. Arktos. And Zosime tucked the information away, just in case she might need it. Perhaps this was all some sort of trap -- which might explain why three strangers had converged on her all so conveniently at the same time. Still, she gave the woman a tight-lipped smile. ”Friends of yours?” She asked, ignoring Lukos and his giant friend for the moment. She was going to let ‘princess’ slide. It wasn’t worth her ire. Unlike the chair, apparently.
When she did turn back to look at him, having not truly forgotten about him -- she made a show of setting a hand on the back of the chair and lifting her ass just enough to look at the seat. She frowned, looking perplexed. ”Funny, I don’t see your name here.” She said, sitting back down and making another show of getting comfortable again. ”If you want it, little man, you’ll have to take it.” She said, her teeth flashing in part smile, part feral snarl. And if he decided to try taking it, well -- he’d be in for a hell of a surprise. She wasn’t dressed in her typical military garb, and while she wasn’t sure she would win -- she wouldn’t make it easy on him.
She split her attention back to the woman, her suggestion that they play for the seat earning a roll of the eyes. ”And I’m going to guess that you just so happen to carry dice on your person for just such an occasion?” She asked, sounding skeptical. Admittedly, Zosi didn’t care for games of chance. She liked calculated risk and putting her fate into things like dice was not her favorite. But if she didn’t, she had a feeling there was going to be a brawl for the damned thing. ”I’m sure you do.” She said skeptically, when the woman said she found playing for money to be more to her liking. Fucking Midas.
”Come on, chair boy. Feeling lucky?”
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Her gaze went up, grazing over the man standing before her before going further up to the giant looming behind him. Her face registered nothing, not giving away her mild surprise before she dropped it back down to the smaller of the two men. Smaller, but obviously in charge. And then he was prattling on about this being his table. His seat.
Up, up, up, princess.
It earned him a snort of her laughter, and she was lazy about the way that she pulled back to sit upright. Challenge accepted, motherfucker. She swept back the hand that had been fingering the rim of her drink, brushing her dark curls over her shoulder so that they would trail down her back. She hardly ever wore her hair down, but she had a headache from a particularly long, brutally unsuccessful day. She had hoped that by leaving her hair loose, it might ease it -- but alas.
Zosime was about to open her mouth when she was interrupted by the scraping of wood, the ungodly screeching of a chair being dragged up to join the table. Her gaze flickered to the woman who had plopped down into an empty space. Oh for fuck’s sake. She thought sourly. This was not how she wished to spend her night, and yet -- her pride was not going to allow her to give up this chair.
However, this newcomer seemed to offer quite a bit of valuable information -- like names. Lukos. Arktos. And Zosime tucked the information away, just in case she might need it. Perhaps this was all some sort of trap -- which might explain why three strangers had converged on her all so conveniently at the same time. Still, she gave the woman a tight-lipped smile. ”Friends of yours?” She asked, ignoring Lukos and his giant friend for the moment. She was going to let ‘princess’ slide. It wasn’t worth her ire. Unlike the chair, apparently.
When she did turn back to look at him, having not truly forgotten about him -- she made a show of setting a hand on the back of the chair and lifting her ass just enough to look at the seat. She frowned, looking perplexed. ”Funny, I don’t see your name here.” She said, sitting back down and making another show of getting comfortable again. ”If you want it, little man, you’ll have to take it.” She said, her teeth flashing in part smile, part feral snarl. And if he decided to try taking it, well -- he’d be in for a hell of a surprise. She wasn’t dressed in her typical military garb, and while she wasn’t sure she would win -- she wouldn’t make it easy on him.
She split her attention back to the woman, her suggestion that they play for the seat earning a roll of the eyes. ”And I’m going to guess that you just so happen to carry dice on your person for just such an occasion?” She asked, sounding skeptical. Admittedly, Zosi didn’t care for games of chance. She liked calculated risk and putting her fate into things like dice was not her favorite. But if she didn’t, she had a feeling there was going to be a brawl for the damned thing. ”I’m sure you do.” She said skeptically, when the woman said she found playing for money to be more to her liking. Fucking Midas.
”Come on, chair boy. Feeling lucky?”
Her gaze went up, grazing over the man standing before her before going further up to the giant looming behind him. Her face registered nothing, not giving away her mild surprise before she dropped it back down to the smaller of the two men. Smaller, but obviously in charge. And then he was prattling on about this being his table. His seat.
Up, up, up, princess.
It earned him a snort of her laughter, and she was lazy about the way that she pulled back to sit upright. Challenge accepted, motherfucker. She swept back the hand that had been fingering the rim of her drink, brushing her dark curls over her shoulder so that they would trail down her back. She hardly ever wore her hair down, but she had a headache from a particularly long, brutally unsuccessful day. She had hoped that by leaving her hair loose, it might ease it -- but alas.
Zosime was about to open her mouth when she was interrupted by the scraping of wood, the ungodly screeching of a chair being dragged up to join the table. Her gaze flickered to the woman who had plopped down into an empty space. Oh for fuck’s sake. She thought sourly. This was not how she wished to spend her night, and yet -- her pride was not going to allow her to give up this chair.
However, this newcomer seemed to offer quite a bit of valuable information -- like names. Lukos. Arktos. And Zosime tucked the information away, just in case she might need it. Perhaps this was all some sort of trap -- which might explain why three strangers had converged on her all so conveniently at the same time. Still, she gave the woman a tight-lipped smile. ”Friends of yours?” She asked, ignoring Lukos and his giant friend for the moment. She was going to let ‘princess’ slide. It wasn’t worth her ire. Unlike the chair, apparently.
When she did turn back to look at him, having not truly forgotten about him -- she made a show of setting a hand on the back of the chair and lifting her ass just enough to look at the seat. She frowned, looking perplexed. ”Funny, I don’t see your name here.” She said, sitting back down and making another show of getting comfortable again. ”If you want it, little man, you’ll have to take it.” She said, her teeth flashing in part smile, part feral snarl. And if he decided to try taking it, well -- he’d be in for a hell of a surprise. She wasn’t dressed in her typical military garb, and while she wasn’t sure she would win -- she wouldn’t make it easy on him.
She split her attention back to the woman, her suggestion that they play for the seat earning a roll of the eyes. ”And I’m going to guess that you just so happen to carry dice on your person for just such an occasion?” She asked, sounding skeptical. Admittedly, Zosi didn’t care for games of chance. She liked calculated risk and putting her fate into things like dice was not her favorite. But if she didn’t, she had a feeling there was going to be a brawl for the damned thing. ”I’m sure you do.” She said skeptically, when the woman said she found playing for money to be more to her liking. Fucking Midas.
”Come on, chair boy. Feeling lucky?”
He loomed over the table, both hands planted firmly on the tabletop, eyes trained on the woman in his seat, but, like her, he looked over at the unreasonably intense scraping sound of Akila’s chair as she dragged it through the room in her usual tone deaf fashion. A loud sigh escaped through his nose at the sight of the Akila sitting at the opposite end of the table. Of course. Of fucking course.
“Oh quit being a toddler, Lukos, and sit your ass down. Boo fucking hoo, your spot is taken. Move on.” Akila said with the sort of garish gracefulness that Lukos associated particularly with her. Behind him, Arktos shifted his bulk from one foot to the other, rubbing his bald head, and looking longingly at the tray of beers being carried around at the far end of the room. He didn’t leave, though. Not yet. When Akila acknowledged him, he nodded to her with an ”Akila” for good measure.
”Funny, I don’t see your name here.” Zosime lifted her glorious ass to check for his name and Lukos had a second’s fantasy of grabbing her by that ass and using that hold to toss her off the docks. ”If you want it, little man, you’ll have to take it-”
“-You two could play for the seat. But I, for one, find a game with coins is much better.” Akila interrupted.
“I am not fucking playing for my own seat,” Lukos’s ugly expression, his nose crunched up, eyes screwed into narrow slits, lip snarled up, suggested that he’d rather lick every fucking stairway in this whole city than gamble for his own chair and very possibly not be sitting in said chair the entire time. Which entirely defeated the point.
”And I’m going to guess that you just so happen to carry dice on your person for just such an occasion?” Zosime’s attention looked to be on Akila. Lukos glanced between her and his....whatever Akila was to him at the moment - her status to him shifted second by second, usually. He looked over his shoulder at Arktos who made a helpless gesture with his hands. Hands that were easily the size of these girls’ heads. So fucking useless.
“Right,” Lukos muttered under his breath. With a sniff, he sidestepped next to Zosime, bent down, and in a single fluid motion, ripped the chair up and out from underneath her. He did not care if she was dumped on her ass or if she was able to catch herself, but he had his chair in a tight bear hug now, glaring at her in a clear dare to try and take it back. [/i]
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He loomed over the table, both hands planted firmly on the tabletop, eyes trained on the woman in his seat, but, like her, he looked over at the unreasonably intense scraping sound of Akila’s chair as she dragged it through the room in her usual tone deaf fashion. A loud sigh escaped through his nose at the sight of the Akila sitting at the opposite end of the table. Of course. Of fucking course.
“Oh quit being a toddler, Lukos, and sit your ass down. Boo fucking hoo, your spot is taken. Move on.” Akila said with the sort of garish gracefulness that Lukos associated particularly with her. Behind him, Arktos shifted his bulk from one foot to the other, rubbing his bald head, and looking longingly at the tray of beers being carried around at the far end of the room. He didn’t leave, though. Not yet. When Akila acknowledged him, he nodded to her with an ”Akila” for good measure.
”Funny, I don’t see your name here.” Zosime lifted her glorious ass to check for his name and Lukos had a second’s fantasy of grabbing her by that ass and using that hold to toss her off the docks. ”If you want it, little man, you’ll have to take it-”
“-You two could play for the seat. But I, for one, find a game with coins is much better.” Akila interrupted.
“I am not fucking playing for my own seat,” Lukos’s ugly expression, his nose crunched up, eyes screwed into narrow slits, lip snarled up, suggested that he’d rather lick every fucking stairway in this whole city than gamble for his own chair and very possibly not be sitting in said chair the entire time. Which entirely defeated the point.
”And I’m going to guess that you just so happen to carry dice on your person for just such an occasion?” Zosime’s attention looked to be on Akila. Lukos glanced between her and his....whatever Akila was to him at the moment - her status to him shifted second by second, usually. He looked over his shoulder at Arktos who made a helpless gesture with his hands. Hands that were easily the size of these girls’ heads. So fucking useless.
“Right,” Lukos muttered under his breath. With a sniff, he sidestepped next to Zosime, bent down, and in a single fluid motion, ripped the chair up and out from underneath her. He did not care if she was dumped on her ass or if she was able to catch herself, but he had his chair in a tight bear hug now, glaring at her in a clear dare to try and take it back. [/i]
He loomed over the table, both hands planted firmly on the tabletop, eyes trained on the woman in his seat, but, like her, he looked over at the unreasonably intense scraping sound of Akila’s chair as she dragged it through the room in her usual tone deaf fashion. A loud sigh escaped through his nose at the sight of the Akila sitting at the opposite end of the table. Of course. Of fucking course.
“Oh quit being a toddler, Lukos, and sit your ass down. Boo fucking hoo, your spot is taken. Move on.” Akila said with the sort of garish gracefulness that Lukos associated particularly with her. Behind him, Arktos shifted his bulk from one foot to the other, rubbing his bald head, and looking longingly at the tray of beers being carried around at the far end of the room. He didn’t leave, though. Not yet. When Akila acknowledged him, he nodded to her with an ”Akila” for good measure.
”Funny, I don’t see your name here.” Zosime lifted her glorious ass to check for his name and Lukos had a second’s fantasy of grabbing her by that ass and using that hold to toss her off the docks. ”If you want it, little man, you’ll have to take it-”
“-You two could play for the seat. But I, for one, find a game with coins is much better.” Akila interrupted.
“I am not fucking playing for my own seat,” Lukos’s ugly expression, his nose crunched up, eyes screwed into narrow slits, lip snarled up, suggested that he’d rather lick every fucking stairway in this whole city than gamble for his own chair and very possibly not be sitting in said chair the entire time. Which entirely defeated the point.
”And I’m going to guess that you just so happen to carry dice on your person for just such an occasion?” Zosime’s attention looked to be on Akila. Lukos glanced between her and his....whatever Akila was to him at the moment - her status to him shifted second by second, usually. He looked over his shoulder at Arktos who made a helpless gesture with his hands. Hands that were easily the size of these girls’ heads. So fucking useless.
“Right,” Lukos muttered under his breath. With a sniff, he sidestepped next to Zosime, bent down, and in a single fluid motion, ripped the chair up and out from underneath her. He did not care if she was dumped on her ass or if she was able to catch herself, but he had his chair in a tight bear hug now, glaring at her in a clear dare to try and take it back. [/i]
Chair-boy was indeed feeling some kind of lucky, because one moment Zosime’s ass was firmly planted in that chair and the next she was going down. Somehow she had expected as much, if the man’s snarling had been any indication of how this night was going to go. Phaedra was going to be pissed, but she was hardly going to let herself be pushed around. Being a female in the military already meant dealing with shit that she didn’t want to, but she would be damned to let a stranger -- a dirty vagabond at that, think he could push her around.
So she went down in relative silence, narrowly missing the table with her head -- one hip meeting the hard floor before the other. Pain shivered up her spine, and she grit her teeth -- thinking that there was no way that the other woman wasn’t enjoying this show. She had the presence of mind, despite the surprise, to flash out a hand and take hold of one of the chair’s legs so that it couldn’t get away from her entirely.
”You’re going to fucking regret that.” She said, the cadence of her voice a cold rumble. Her icy gaze traveled up, past the chair now held in a bear-hug against the man’s chest and up into his face, letting it burn into her memory. Now or later, he would regret something this stupid.
She yanked the leg of the chair, knowing that she wouldn’t be able to get it out of his grip but instead using the fact that he would be able to hold it to pull her lower half beneath it. She grunted as she angled her sandaled foot up, seeking anything that might cause him a little pain. The shin would hurt enough to give her temporary satisfaction, the knee might buckle to send him to the floor too at best or crack it at worst, and the groin...well, that would just be sweet wouldn’t it?
She was not sure what she had hit, but she was not about to stick around to find out -- not trapped under the chair. She rolled from under the chair, and found her way to her feet -- looking down at her disheveled appearance with a sigh. Her hands swept at the grime from the floor. ”A right fucking gentleman you are.” She said, spitting at Lukos’ feet. Her gaze went back to the chair, trying to decide how much further she wanted to push the issue. ”You’re not worth the effort.”
She looked back at Akila. ”Put your dog on a leash next time.” She said, only a sliver of amusement on her features. Her gaze dropped to the drinks that had manifested on the table, unsure of where they had come from or why.
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Chair-boy was indeed feeling some kind of lucky, because one moment Zosime’s ass was firmly planted in that chair and the next she was going down. Somehow she had expected as much, if the man’s snarling had been any indication of how this night was going to go. Phaedra was going to be pissed, but she was hardly going to let herself be pushed around. Being a female in the military already meant dealing with shit that she didn’t want to, but she would be damned to let a stranger -- a dirty vagabond at that, think he could push her around.
So she went down in relative silence, narrowly missing the table with her head -- one hip meeting the hard floor before the other. Pain shivered up her spine, and she grit her teeth -- thinking that there was no way that the other woman wasn’t enjoying this show. She had the presence of mind, despite the surprise, to flash out a hand and take hold of one of the chair’s legs so that it couldn’t get away from her entirely.
”You’re going to fucking regret that.” She said, the cadence of her voice a cold rumble. Her icy gaze traveled up, past the chair now held in a bear-hug against the man’s chest and up into his face, letting it burn into her memory. Now or later, he would regret something this stupid.
She yanked the leg of the chair, knowing that she wouldn’t be able to get it out of his grip but instead using the fact that he would be able to hold it to pull her lower half beneath it. She grunted as she angled her sandaled foot up, seeking anything that might cause him a little pain. The shin would hurt enough to give her temporary satisfaction, the knee might buckle to send him to the floor too at best or crack it at worst, and the groin...well, that would just be sweet wouldn’t it?
She was not sure what she had hit, but she was not about to stick around to find out -- not trapped under the chair. She rolled from under the chair, and found her way to her feet -- looking down at her disheveled appearance with a sigh. Her hands swept at the grime from the floor. ”A right fucking gentleman you are.” She said, spitting at Lukos’ feet. Her gaze went back to the chair, trying to decide how much further she wanted to push the issue. ”You’re not worth the effort.”
She looked back at Akila. ”Put your dog on a leash next time.” She said, only a sliver of amusement on her features. Her gaze dropped to the drinks that had manifested on the table, unsure of where they had come from or why.
Chair-boy was indeed feeling some kind of lucky, because one moment Zosime’s ass was firmly planted in that chair and the next she was going down. Somehow she had expected as much, if the man’s snarling had been any indication of how this night was going to go. Phaedra was going to be pissed, but she was hardly going to let herself be pushed around. Being a female in the military already meant dealing with shit that she didn’t want to, but she would be damned to let a stranger -- a dirty vagabond at that, think he could push her around.
So she went down in relative silence, narrowly missing the table with her head -- one hip meeting the hard floor before the other. Pain shivered up her spine, and she grit her teeth -- thinking that there was no way that the other woman wasn’t enjoying this show. She had the presence of mind, despite the surprise, to flash out a hand and take hold of one of the chair’s legs so that it couldn’t get away from her entirely.
”You’re going to fucking regret that.” She said, the cadence of her voice a cold rumble. Her icy gaze traveled up, past the chair now held in a bear-hug against the man’s chest and up into his face, letting it burn into her memory. Now or later, he would regret something this stupid.
She yanked the leg of the chair, knowing that she wouldn’t be able to get it out of his grip but instead using the fact that he would be able to hold it to pull her lower half beneath it. She grunted as she angled her sandaled foot up, seeking anything that might cause him a little pain. The shin would hurt enough to give her temporary satisfaction, the knee might buckle to send him to the floor too at best or crack it at worst, and the groin...well, that would just be sweet wouldn’t it?
She was not sure what she had hit, but she was not about to stick around to find out -- not trapped under the chair. She rolled from under the chair, and found her way to her feet -- looking down at her disheveled appearance with a sigh. Her hands swept at the grime from the floor. ”A right fucking gentleman you are.” She said, spitting at Lukos’ feet. Her gaze went back to the chair, trying to decide how much further she wanted to push the issue. ”You’re not worth the effort.”
She looked back at Akila. ”Put your dog on a leash next time.” She said, only a sliver of amusement on her features. Her gaze dropped to the drinks that had manifested on the table, unsure of where they had come from or why.
Akila didn’t even respond to the question of friendship between her and Lukos before she had turned to continue her quips. Didn’t much matter anyway, Akila would have just laughed right in her face. Friendship was too kind a word to ever describe the relationship between the pair. If Lukos were to die, Akila would be sad because she wasn’t the one to kill him. But also he could sometimes be a good time. It depended on the mood. Most times though he was a pain in the ass that would not just go away for the past fifteen gods damned years.
Akila’s attention left the pair for a moment just to whistle to the tavernkeeper, “Drinks for the table, on her.” Her head tilted to the random. They needed more alcohol so this could get messier. Akila was all for this being an utter shit show.
Thud. Akila’s head whipped back and the chair was in Lukos’s arms and the girl was sliding underneath it, foot aimed just to his groin. Brilliant. This girl had some balls and Akila was all for it. She didn’t even have to do anything to provoke the pair, they did the work for her. All Akila had to do was watch the scene take place. A wide smile was on the pirate girl’s face, laughter spilling out of her. Akila could only hope it wasn’t too injured though. His dick has been a good time for the pirate from time to time.
Like a toddler, Lukos sat in his reclaimed chair reaching towards the newly arrived drinks. What a freaking cherry on top to the beautiful, unexpected event. It was only then could Akila calm her laughter enough to take a swig of her own drink and refocus on the princess and her words. “He needs a muzzle, not a leash. Best be careful, girl, that dog bites. Ain’t that right, Lukos?” Akila looked back to the other captain playfully biting at the air, teeth clacking together.
Oh, what a way to the start the night. Akila almost forgot that she had come here to gamble. Almost. “Alright, ladies.” Akila reached into her coin purse and threw some into the middle of the table along with her dice. “If you’re done with your little hissy fits ante up. Besides, you gotta make back the coin you just lost buying us drinks. Cheers, by the by,” Akila winked at the girl, propping her elbows on the table and resting her chin on her folded hands.
“Ship, Captain, and Crew,” Akila quirked an eyebrow at the pair, dark gaze flickering back and forth around the table. The game was all about chance and luck and less on lying and deceiving. Despite being a girl that was all about throwing a middle finger to fate and doing whatever she wanted, there was still something about the pure randomness of dice that drew her in. “Simple and quick, I don’t want it to take all fucking night to take your money. Rather have the rest of the evening be spending it.”
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Akila didn’t even respond to the question of friendship between her and Lukos before she had turned to continue her quips. Didn’t much matter anyway, Akila would have just laughed right in her face. Friendship was too kind a word to ever describe the relationship between the pair. If Lukos were to die, Akila would be sad because she wasn’t the one to kill him. But also he could sometimes be a good time. It depended on the mood. Most times though he was a pain in the ass that would not just go away for the past fifteen gods damned years.
Akila’s attention left the pair for a moment just to whistle to the tavernkeeper, “Drinks for the table, on her.” Her head tilted to the random. They needed more alcohol so this could get messier. Akila was all for this being an utter shit show.
Thud. Akila’s head whipped back and the chair was in Lukos’s arms and the girl was sliding underneath it, foot aimed just to his groin. Brilliant. This girl had some balls and Akila was all for it. She didn’t even have to do anything to provoke the pair, they did the work for her. All Akila had to do was watch the scene take place. A wide smile was on the pirate girl’s face, laughter spilling out of her. Akila could only hope it wasn’t too injured though. His dick has been a good time for the pirate from time to time.
Like a toddler, Lukos sat in his reclaimed chair reaching towards the newly arrived drinks. What a freaking cherry on top to the beautiful, unexpected event. It was only then could Akila calm her laughter enough to take a swig of her own drink and refocus on the princess and her words. “He needs a muzzle, not a leash. Best be careful, girl, that dog bites. Ain’t that right, Lukos?” Akila looked back to the other captain playfully biting at the air, teeth clacking together.
Oh, what a way to the start the night. Akila almost forgot that she had come here to gamble. Almost. “Alright, ladies.” Akila reached into her coin purse and threw some into the middle of the table along with her dice. “If you’re done with your little hissy fits ante up. Besides, you gotta make back the coin you just lost buying us drinks. Cheers, by the by,” Akila winked at the girl, propping her elbows on the table and resting her chin on her folded hands.
“Ship, Captain, and Crew,” Akila quirked an eyebrow at the pair, dark gaze flickering back and forth around the table. The game was all about chance and luck and less on lying and deceiving. Despite being a girl that was all about throwing a middle finger to fate and doing whatever she wanted, there was still something about the pure randomness of dice that drew her in. “Simple and quick, I don’t want it to take all fucking night to take your money. Rather have the rest of the evening be spending it.”
Akila didn’t even respond to the question of friendship between her and Lukos before she had turned to continue her quips. Didn’t much matter anyway, Akila would have just laughed right in her face. Friendship was too kind a word to ever describe the relationship between the pair. If Lukos were to die, Akila would be sad because she wasn’t the one to kill him. But also he could sometimes be a good time. It depended on the mood. Most times though he was a pain in the ass that would not just go away for the past fifteen gods damned years.
Akila’s attention left the pair for a moment just to whistle to the tavernkeeper, “Drinks for the table, on her.” Her head tilted to the random. They needed more alcohol so this could get messier. Akila was all for this being an utter shit show.
Thud. Akila’s head whipped back and the chair was in Lukos’s arms and the girl was sliding underneath it, foot aimed just to his groin. Brilliant. This girl had some balls and Akila was all for it. She didn’t even have to do anything to provoke the pair, they did the work for her. All Akila had to do was watch the scene take place. A wide smile was on the pirate girl’s face, laughter spilling out of her. Akila could only hope it wasn’t too injured though. His dick has been a good time for the pirate from time to time.
Like a toddler, Lukos sat in his reclaimed chair reaching towards the newly arrived drinks. What a freaking cherry on top to the beautiful, unexpected event. It was only then could Akila calm her laughter enough to take a swig of her own drink and refocus on the princess and her words. “He needs a muzzle, not a leash. Best be careful, girl, that dog bites. Ain’t that right, Lukos?” Akila looked back to the other captain playfully biting at the air, teeth clacking together.
Oh, what a way to the start the night. Akila almost forgot that she had come here to gamble. Almost. “Alright, ladies.” Akila reached into her coin purse and threw some into the middle of the table along with her dice. “If you’re done with your little hissy fits ante up. Besides, you gotta make back the coin you just lost buying us drinks. Cheers, by the by,” Akila winked at the girl, propping her elbows on the table and resting her chin on her folded hands.
“Ship, Captain, and Crew,” Akila quirked an eyebrow at the pair, dark gaze flickering back and forth around the table. The game was all about chance and luck and less on lying and deceiving. Despite being a girl that was all about throwing a middle finger to fate and doing whatever she wanted, there was still something about the pure randomness of dice that drew her in. “Simple and quick, I don’t want it to take all fucking night to take your money. Rather have the rest of the evening be spending it.”
He smirked as her very fine ass plopped against the floor with a satisfying thud. Ha. Except that the chair in his arms jerked downward and he realized she had hold of one of the legs. His smirk fell like a stone and he bared his teeth at her, pulling the chair further against him.
”You’re going to fucking regret that,” she promised.
“I’d love to see you try,” he snapped back. Their eyes locked and it didn’t overly matter to him at this precise second that she was incredibly gorgeous. He’d shove her again if she didn’t back the fuck off, which, going by the fire blazing in her eyes, he’d have been surprised if she did. Of course, Akila was there to pull everything back to what was no doubt her opinion of all this; her. He narrowed his eyes at her, mouth twisted incredulously as she ordered drinks for the table.
“You better be paying-FUCK YOU!,” he roared, cutting himself off mid sentence. His chair had jerked downward and Zosime’s foot would have connected right with his most important set of assets had he not twisted a fraction to the right. Her foot struck his thigh, close enough that his balls shrank a little in true terror for their lives. He leapt back but slammed right into Arktos, who’d stepped up to help. With that way of escape cut off, Lukos slammed the chair down at Zosime but she slithered out from beneath it half a second before it would have done serious damage to her calf.
”A right fucking gentleman you are,” she snapped and then spit at his feet. He. Saw. Red. ”You’re not worth the effort.” She went on and he could distantly hear Arktos saying ‘Captain?’ and a large hand settling on his shoulder but his black stare kept stabbing Zosime. ”Put your dog on a leash next time.” She was saying to Akila at which point Lukos actually did laugh but the round, wild look hadn’t left. As soon as she looked away, though, he relaxed a fraction and sat immediately down with his chair.
Unlike her, he knew where they’d come from but he didn’t reach for them. Though his thigh was positively glowing with pain, he didn’t rub it. He sat with both hands gripping the chair and his gaze pinned on her, daring her to try the same move he’d done to her.
“He needs a muzzle, not a leash. Best be careful, girl, that dog bites. Ain’t that right, Lukos?” Akila was saying and Lukos finally looked towards her.
“Like it bothers you,” he retorted, having not recovered his humor quite yet.
When she playfully bit the air, though, his shoulders relaxed a micro-fraction and he gave her a contemplative side eye before looking back to Zosime. When he was absolutely sure she wasn’t going to hit him, he relaxed more and by the time Akila started speaking, he’d snagged a drink and was sipping it while watching her over the rim of his cup.
“Alright, ladies. If you’re done with your little hissy fits ante up. Besides, you gotta make back the coin you just lost buying us drinks. Cheers, by the by.”
“Fuck you,” Lukos said without any bite to his tone. He lifted his cup at Akila and smirked. “This is you making last time up to me. So bottom’s up, princess,” he said, addressing Zosime. “She’s paying.”
However that ruckus turned out, the group eventually settled on Akila’s initial idea of gambling. With Lukos tucked safely in his coveted chair and Zosime assumably game, he nodded, pulling out a pouch of coins and tossing them onto the table as well.
“Simple and quick, I don’t want it to take all fucking night to take your money. Rather have the rest of the evening be spending it.”
“You never could go for very long,” he said dryly and then flashed her a tight smirk. “So happy to see you again.”
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He smirked as her very fine ass plopped against the floor with a satisfying thud. Ha. Except that the chair in his arms jerked downward and he realized she had hold of one of the legs. His smirk fell like a stone and he bared his teeth at her, pulling the chair further against him.
”You’re going to fucking regret that,” she promised.
“I’d love to see you try,” he snapped back. Their eyes locked and it didn’t overly matter to him at this precise second that she was incredibly gorgeous. He’d shove her again if she didn’t back the fuck off, which, going by the fire blazing in her eyes, he’d have been surprised if she did. Of course, Akila was there to pull everything back to what was no doubt her opinion of all this; her. He narrowed his eyes at her, mouth twisted incredulously as she ordered drinks for the table.
“You better be paying-FUCK YOU!,” he roared, cutting himself off mid sentence. His chair had jerked downward and Zosime’s foot would have connected right with his most important set of assets had he not twisted a fraction to the right. Her foot struck his thigh, close enough that his balls shrank a little in true terror for their lives. He leapt back but slammed right into Arktos, who’d stepped up to help. With that way of escape cut off, Lukos slammed the chair down at Zosime but she slithered out from beneath it half a second before it would have done serious damage to her calf.
”A right fucking gentleman you are,” she snapped and then spit at his feet. He. Saw. Red. ”You’re not worth the effort.” She went on and he could distantly hear Arktos saying ‘Captain?’ and a large hand settling on his shoulder but his black stare kept stabbing Zosime. ”Put your dog on a leash next time.” She was saying to Akila at which point Lukos actually did laugh but the round, wild look hadn’t left. As soon as she looked away, though, he relaxed a fraction and sat immediately down with his chair.
Unlike her, he knew where they’d come from but he didn’t reach for them. Though his thigh was positively glowing with pain, he didn’t rub it. He sat with both hands gripping the chair and his gaze pinned on her, daring her to try the same move he’d done to her.
“He needs a muzzle, not a leash. Best be careful, girl, that dog bites. Ain’t that right, Lukos?” Akila was saying and Lukos finally looked towards her.
“Like it bothers you,” he retorted, having not recovered his humor quite yet.
When she playfully bit the air, though, his shoulders relaxed a micro-fraction and he gave her a contemplative side eye before looking back to Zosime. When he was absolutely sure she wasn’t going to hit him, he relaxed more and by the time Akila started speaking, he’d snagged a drink and was sipping it while watching her over the rim of his cup.
“Alright, ladies. If you’re done with your little hissy fits ante up. Besides, you gotta make back the coin you just lost buying us drinks. Cheers, by the by.”
“Fuck you,” Lukos said without any bite to his tone. He lifted his cup at Akila and smirked. “This is you making last time up to me. So bottom’s up, princess,” he said, addressing Zosime. “She’s paying.”
However that ruckus turned out, the group eventually settled on Akila’s initial idea of gambling. With Lukos tucked safely in his coveted chair and Zosime assumably game, he nodded, pulling out a pouch of coins and tossing them onto the table as well.
“Simple and quick, I don’t want it to take all fucking night to take your money. Rather have the rest of the evening be spending it.”
“You never could go for very long,” he said dryly and then flashed her a tight smirk. “So happy to see you again.”
He smirked as her very fine ass plopped against the floor with a satisfying thud. Ha. Except that the chair in his arms jerked downward and he realized she had hold of one of the legs. His smirk fell like a stone and he bared his teeth at her, pulling the chair further against him.
”You’re going to fucking regret that,” she promised.
“I’d love to see you try,” he snapped back. Their eyes locked and it didn’t overly matter to him at this precise second that she was incredibly gorgeous. He’d shove her again if she didn’t back the fuck off, which, going by the fire blazing in her eyes, he’d have been surprised if she did. Of course, Akila was there to pull everything back to what was no doubt her opinion of all this; her. He narrowed his eyes at her, mouth twisted incredulously as she ordered drinks for the table.
“You better be paying-FUCK YOU!,” he roared, cutting himself off mid sentence. His chair had jerked downward and Zosime’s foot would have connected right with his most important set of assets had he not twisted a fraction to the right. Her foot struck his thigh, close enough that his balls shrank a little in true terror for their lives. He leapt back but slammed right into Arktos, who’d stepped up to help. With that way of escape cut off, Lukos slammed the chair down at Zosime but she slithered out from beneath it half a second before it would have done serious damage to her calf.
”A right fucking gentleman you are,” she snapped and then spit at his feet. He. Saw. Red. ”You’re not worth the effort.” She went on and he could distantly hear Arktos saying ‘Captain?’ and a large hand settling on his shoulder but his black stare kept stabbing Zosime. ”Put your dog on a leash next time.” She was saying to Akila at which point Lukos actually did laugh but the round, wild look hadn’t left. As soon as she looked away, though, he relaxed a fraction and sat immediately down with his chair.
Unlike her, he knew where they’d come from but he didn’t reach for them. Though his thigh was positively glowing with pain, he didn’t rub it. He sat with both hands gripping the chair and his gaze pinned on her, daring her to try the same move he’d done to her.
“He needs a muzzle, not a leash. Best be careful, girl, that dog bites. Ain’t that right, Lukos?” Akila was saying and Lukos finally looked towards her.
“Like it bothers you,” he retorted, having not recovered his humor quite yet.
When she playfully bit the air, though, his shoulders relaxed a micro-fraction and he gave her a contemplative side eye before looking back to Zosime. When he was absolutely sure she wasn’t going to hit him, he relaxed more and by the time Akila started speaking, he’d snagged a drink and was sipping it while watching her over the rim of his cup.
“Alright, ladies. If you’re done with your little hissy fits ante up. Besides, you gotta make back the coin you just lost buying us drinks. Cheers, by the by.”
“Fuck you,” Lukos said without any bite to his tone. He lifted his cup at Akila and smirked. “This is you making last time up to me. So bottom’s up, princess,” he said, addressing Zosime. “She’s paying.”
However that ruckus turned out, the group eventually settled on Akila’s initial idea of gambling. With Lukos tucked safely in his coveted chair and Zosime assumably game, he nodded, pulling out a pouch of coins and tossing them onto the table as well.
“Simple and quick, I don’t want it to take all fucking night to take your money. Rather have the rest of the evening be spending it.”
“You never could go for very long,” he said dryly and then flashed her a tight smirk. “So happy to see you again.”
”I bite back.” She quipped, giving a little snort. He’d do well to remember that too. She flicked at a curl that had found its way loose of its binding, her shoulders still taut with unease as she reached for an unoccupied chair. Maybe with all the commotion, that fucking chair would break under his ass. The scrape of the wood against the floor was unpleasant, but she was none too concerned with what might bother the two vagabonds that were interrupting her night. She sat backwards in it, the back of it serving as a rest for her chest and arms.
She would not admit that her blood was heated, simmering with the promise of violence. She was not here for that. She was supposed to be sniffing around the city for any new signs of her brother, but a trail that was over ten years old was long past cold. There had not even been a whisper of him in three years, and it was looking all the more likely that he was dead. For Hades’ sake, she would take that if only she could put him to rest finally. Stop wondering. Stop looking.
But then again, if he was dead and found -- then what would she do then? She had dedicated so much of herself to the search, had thrown herself into it anew when her heart had been shattered by another man. It helped fill the void, just like her service as a soldier.
She brushed the thoughts away, needing her focus to be on the here and now rather than the long, best forgotten, past. Her icy gaze swept up to the woman, a snarl anew erupting over her features as it became clear just where this woman had gotten these drinks. From Zosime’s own coin. She supposed that she should have expected as much, but that didn’t stop her from snatching after the woman’s drink and knocking it over. She’d rather the floor rats have it.
”I should take that money out of your skin, traveler.” She growled.
The sensible part of her knew that she should stand up from this table, pay for the drinks and get the hell out of here. Even if the woman claimed that they were not together, they were clearly on a side together -- which made Zosime the common enemy. They’d work together just to put her under, if nothing else. Let them tear at each other’s throats after she was out of the picture. At least, that’s what they would do if they had half a brain to share.
When the male spoke up again, her eyes wrenched away from the woman to him instead. ”If you value those balls you insist on flaunting, then your trap needs to stay shut, boy.” She hissed. Drinking was a horrible idea, especially since Zosi was a known lightweight. She barely needed one to be a mess on the floor, and being that easily put under was the reason she tended to nurse just one drink if she was feeling miserable enough to want to drink.
Z clenched her hands around the top of the chair, letting out a disgusted snort as she pushed her untouched drink to the woman.
”Ship, Captain, Crew?” She asked then, the pieces slowly clicking together. Her gaze was unimpressed as she leveled it between the two of them. ”It would be fucking pirates.” She muttered under her breath, as she adjusted her posture in the chair.
”We play, I win, and you both leave.” Zosi said caustically. ”Now roll.” She gestured vaguely, trying to remember the rules of such bullshit games. She hated games of chance. Give her an opportunity to show her prowess as an archer or a swordswoman. But chance? It was like pissing money into the wind.
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”I bite back.” She quipped, giving a little snort. He’d do well to remember that too. She flicked at a curl that had found its way loose of its binding, her shoulders still taut with unease as she reached for an unoccupied chair. Maybe with all the commotion, that fucking chair would break under his ass. The scrape of the wood against the floor was unpleasant, but she was none too concerned with what might bother the two vagabonds that were interrupting her night. She sat backwards in it, the back of it serving as a rest for her chest and arms.
She would not admit that her blood was heated, simmering with the promise of violence. She was not here for that. She was supposed to be sniffing around the city for any new signs of her brother, but a trail that was over ten years old was long past cold. There had not even been a whisper of him in three years, and it was looking all the more likely that he was dead. For Hades’ sake, she would take that if only she could put him to rest finally. Stop wondering. Stop looking.
But then again, if he was dead and found -- then what would she do then? She had dedicated so much of herself to the search, had thrown herself into it anew when her heart had been shattered by another man. It helped fill the void, just like her service as a soldier.
She brushed the thoughts away, needing her focus to be on the here and now rather than the long, best forgotten, past. Her icy gaze swept up to the woman, a snarl anew erupting over her features as it became clear just where this woman had gotten these drinks. From Zosime’s own coin. She supposed that she should have expected as much, but that didn’t stop her from snatching after the woman’s drink and knocking it over. She’d rather the floor rats have it.
”I should take that money out of your skin, traveler.” She growled.
The sensible part of her knew that she should stand up from this table, pay for the drinks and get the hell out of here. Even if the woman claimed that they were not together, they were clearly on a side together -- which made Zosime the common enemy. They’d work together just to put her under, if nothing else. Let them tear at each other’s throats after she was out of the picture. At least, that’s what they would do if they had half a brain to share.
When the male spoke up again, her eyes wrenched away from the woman to him instead. ”If you value those balls you insist on flaunting, then your trap needs to stay shut, boy.” She hissed. Drinking was a horrible idea, especially since Zosi was a known lightweight. She barely needed one to be a mess on the floor, and being that easily put under was the reason she tended to nurse just one drink if she was feeling miserable enough to want to drink.
Z clenched her hands around the top of the chair, letting out a disgusted snort as she pushed her untouched drink to the woman.
”Ship, Captain, Crew?” She asked then, the pieces slowly clicking together. Her gaze was unimpressed as she leveled it between the two of them. ”It would be fucking pirates.” She muttered under her breath, as she adjusted her posture in the chair.
”We play, I win, and you both leave.” Zosi said caustically. ”Now roll.” She gestured vaguely, trying to remember the rules of such bullshit games. She hated games of chance. Give her an opportunity to show her prowess as an archer or a swordswoman. But chance? It was like pissing money into the wind.
”I bite back.” She quipped, giving a little snort. He’d do well to remember that too. She flicked at a curl that had found its way loose of its binding, her shoulders still taut with unease as she reached for an unoccupied chair. Maybe with all the commotion, that fucking chair would break under his ass. The scrape of the wood against the floor was unpleasant, but she was none too concerned with what might bother the two vagabonds that were interrupting her night. She sat backwards in it, the back of it serving as a rest for her chest and arms.
She would not admit that her blood was heated, simmering with the promise of violence. She was not here for that. She was supposed to be sniffing around the city for any new signs of her brother, but a trail that was over ten years old was long past cold. There had not even been a whisper of him in three years, and it was looking all the more likely that he was dead. For Hades’ sake, she would take that if only she could put him to rest finally. Stop wondering. Stop looking.
But then again, if he was dead and found -- then what would she do then? She had dedicated so much of herself to the search, had thrown herself into it anew when her heart had been shattered by another man. It helped fill the void, just like her service as a soldier.
She brushed the thoughts away, needing her focus to be on the here and now rather than the long, best forgotten, past. Her icy gaze swept up to the woman, a snarl anew erupting over her features as it became clear just where this woman had gotten these drinks. From Zosime’s own coin. She supposed that she should have expected as much, but that didn’t stop her from snatching after the woman’s drink and knocking it over. She’d rather the floor rats have it.
”I should take that money out of your skin, traveler.” She growled.
The sensible part of her knew that she should stand up from this table, pay for the drinks and get the hell out of here. Even if the woman claimed that they were not together, they were clearly on a side together -- which made Zosime the common enemy. They’d work together just to put her under, if nothing else. Let them tear at each other’s throats after she was out of the picture. At least, that’s what they would do if they had half a brain to share.
When the male spoke up again, her eyes wrenched away from the woman to him instead. ”If you value those balls you insist on flaunting, then your trap needs to stay shut, boy.” She hissed. Drinking was a horrible idea, especially since Zosi was a known lightweight. She barely needed one to be a mess on the floor, and being that easily put under was the reason she tended to nurse just one drink if she was feeling miserable enough to want to drink.
Z clenched her hands around the top of the chair, letting out a disgusted snort as she pushed her untouched drink to the woman.
”Ship, Captain, Crew?” She asked then, the pieces slowly clicking together. Her gaze was unimpressed as she leveled it between the two of them. ”It would be fucking pirates.” She muttered under her breath, as she adjusted her posture in the chair.
”We play, I win, and you both leave.” Zosi said caustically. ”Now roll.” She gestured vaguely, trying to remember the rules of such bullshit games. She hated games of chance. Give her an opportunity to show her prowess as an archer or a swordswoman. But chance? It was like pissing money into the wind.
Lukos was grumpy. Poor baby. Akila very much was not. Between the girl and him, she was really fucking amused. Even if Lukos tried to aim a low blow at her. You never could go for very long. “Still much longer than you,” Akila rolled her eyes at Lukos. “Though feel free to try to prove me wrong, later.” Yeah, this was going to be a fun night.
It was then the girl’s turn to get all mouthy. She was cranky too! Akila couldn’t imagine why. I should take that money out of your skin, traveler. Well, fuck you too. Akila would love to see her try. Who didn’t love a good bar fight? “Woof, woof!” Akila barked at the girl. “I’m starting to think you’re the one who needs a muzzle.”
And then she kept on talking. Akila was rude, don’t get her wrong, but someone should teach her some manners. “Oh, I know. Pirates are just the worst.” Akila said sarcastically, giving her a razor-sharp smile. Akila would be happy to show her just how bad they can be.
But now wasn’t the time for threats. Akila had money to win. She intended to drink tonight on this woman’s dime, and whatever happened once Akila was elbow deep in alcohol happened. And with the general consensus that everyone understood the rules,
Akila scooped up her dice. She shook them in her hand, beginning to roll them when the girl named her terms. “Oh gosh, Lukos. I’m starting to think she doesn’t like us.” Akila laughed at the girl. Touchy, touchy. And they only just met! “Was it something you said?”
Honestly, it was a good thing that Akila was in an incredibly good mood or this could be going a whole other direction. She continued to shake her dice, “When I win, I’ll just take your money, sweets.” She winked at her, then glanced at Lukos. “I mean, I’ll just steal your’s.”
Akila blew on the dice for luck and tossed them. Three sixes, two ones. Well, shit. It wasn’t the worst, but Akila wanted better, of course. At least a gods damned five to go with the six. Ain’t too much to ask, is it?
She moved the six to the side, gathering the other four dice for round two. Five, six, and two threes. She had a six and a five, but no four. So much for fucking luck. Could be worse, she supposed. She just needed a four, then at least she’d have her crew. Though so much for hoping for any cargo on her ship. Odds weren’t that high for that.
Her eyes glanced around the rest of the table, checking on what they did. She moved the five next to the six before gathering the last three dice. One more shot to make magic happen. Akila shook them in her hand. Round one and she could already feel the adrenaline that came from a game of chance. The last three dice hit the table and... 4, 2 and 6. She got her crew, and 8 cargo to boot!
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Lukos was grumpy. Poor baby. Akila very much was not. Between the girl and him, she was really fucking amused. Even if Lukos tried to aim a low blow at her. You never could go for very long. “Still much longer than you,” Akila rolled her eyes at Lukos. “Though feel free to try to prove me wrong, later.” Yeah, this was going to be a fun night.
It was then the girl’s turn to get all mouthy. She was cranky too! Akila couldn’t imagine why. I should take that money out of your skin, traveler. Well, fuck you too. Akila would love to see her try. Who didn’t love a good bar fight? “Woof, woof!” Akila barked at the girl. “I’m starting to think you’re the one who needs a muzzle.”
And then she kept on talking. Akila was rude, don’t get her wrong, but someone should teach her some manners. “Oh, I know. Pirates are just the worst.” Akila said sarcastically, giving her a razor-sharp smile. Akila would be happy to show her just how bad they can be.
But now wasn’t the time for threats. Akila had money to win. She intended to drink tonight on this woman’s dime, and whatever happened once Akila was elbow deep in alcohol happened. And with the general consensus that everyone understood the rules,
Akila scooped up her dice. She shook them in her hand, beginning to roll them when the girl named her terms. “Oh gosh, Lukos. I’m starting to think she doesn’t like us.” Akila laughed at the girl. Touchy, touchy. And they only just met! “Was it something you said?”
Honestly, it was a good thing that Akila was in an incredibly good mood or this could be going a whole other direction. She continued to shake her dice, “When I win, I’ll just take your money, sweets.” She winked at her, then glanced at Lukos. “I mean, I’ll just steal your’s.”
Akila blew on the dice for luck and tossed them. Three sixes, two ones. Well, shit. It wasn’t the worst, but Akila wanted better, of course. At least a gods damned five to go with the six. Ain’t too much to ask, is it?
She moved the six to the side, gathering the other four dice for round two. Five, six, and two threes. She had a six and a five, but no four. So much for fucking luck. Could be worse, she supposed. She just needed a four, then at least she’d have her crew. Though so much for hoping for any cargo on her ship. Odds weren’t that high for that.
Her eyes glanced around the rest of the table, checking on what they did. She moved the five next to the six before gathering the last three dice. One more shot to make magic happen. Akila shook them in her hand. Round one and she could already feel the adrenaline that came from a game of chance. The last three dice hit the table and... 4, 2 and 6. She got her crew, and 8 cargo to boot!
Lukos was grumpy. Poor baby. Akila very much was not. Between the girl and him, she was really fucking amused. Even if Lukos tried to aim a low blow at her. You never could go for very long. “Still much longer than you,” Akila rolled her eyes at Lukos. “Though feel free to try to prove me wrong, later.” Yeah, this was going to be a fun night.
It was then the girl’s turn to get all mouthy. She was cranky too! Akila couldn’t imagine why. I should take that money out of your skin, traveler. Well, fuck you too. Akila would love to see her try. Who didn’t love a good bar fight? “Woof, woof!” Akila barked at the girl. “I’m starting to think you’re the one who needs a muzzle.”
And then she kept on talking. Akila was rude, don’t get her wrong, but someone should teach her some manners. “Oh, I know. Pirates are just the worst.” Akila said sarcastically, giving her a razor-sharp smile. Akila would be happy to show her just how bad they can be.
But now wasn’t the time for threats. Akila had money to win. She intended to drink tonight on this woman’s dime, and whatever happened once Akila was elbow deep in alcohol happened. And with the general consensus that everyone understood the rules,
Akila scooped up her dice. She shook them in her hand, beginning to roll them when the girl named her terms. “Oh gosh, Lukos. I’m starting to think she doesn’t like us.” Akila laughed at the girl. Touchy, touchy. And they only just met! “Was it something you said?”
Honestly, it was a good thing that Akila was in an incredibly good mood or this could be going a whole other direction. She continued to shake her dice, “When I win, I’ll just take your money, sweets.” She winked at her, then glanced at Lukos. “I mean, I’ll just steal your’s.”
Akila blew on the dice for luck and tossed them. Three sixes, two ones. Well, shit. It wasn’t the worst, but Akila wanted better, of course. At least a gods damned five to go with the six. Ain’t too much to ask, is it?
She moved the six to the side, gathering the other four dice for round two. Five, six, and two threes. She had a six and a five, but no four. So much for fucking luck. Could be worse, she supposed. She just needed a four, then at least she’d have her crew. Though so much for hoping for any cargo on her ship. Odds weren’t that high for that.
Her eyes glanced around the rest of the table, checking on what they did. She moved the five next to the six before gathering the last three dice. One more shot to make magic happen. Akila shook them in her hand. Round one and she could already feel the adrenaline that came from a game of chance. The last three dice hit the table and... 4, 2 and 6. She got her crew, and 8 cargo to boot!
These women were so rude. Lukos’s attention was arrested by Zosimere who snarled at him. ”If you value those balls you insist on flaunting, then your trap needs to stay shut, boy.”
…boy? He peered at her over the rim of his cup. Wasn’t she at least five years younger? Bypassing that…
“You keep mentioning my balls. Since you’re so interested, I’ll let you see them if you like.” He batted his lashes at her, an innocent smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he sipped obnoxiously loudly at his beer. The disgusted snort from Zosimere was all the answer he needed. Fine. She could suit herself for all he cared.
The discussion went on to the gambling, for which Lukos leaned back in his chair, his long legs extending beneath the table, not caring if he bumped into the other two. He was taller and he needed more space. So what if his legs were falling open like men tended to do and that he was taking up twice as much room as the others. They should have been born with penises if they wanted real opinions.
”Ship, Captain, Crew?” Zosimere checked and then looked between himself and Akila. She then oh-so-politely added, ”It would be fucking pirates.” Gods this woman needed to get laid. He was willing to bed she had a spear shoved so far up her ass that it was the sharp point they were seeing when she talked, rather than a tongue. All he did was make a smirking, eye squeezing shut expression at her in the most sarcastic way he could possibly muster. Fuck. Her. ...though he’d like to. She seemed like a firebrand.
”We play, I win, and you both leave,” Zosimere said with her characteristic good humor. Lukos raised his brows at Akila. Well well. Little Miss giving orders now, was she?
“Alright,” he lied through a grin.
“Oh gosh, Lukos. I’m starting to think she doesn’t like us,” Akila chimed in and Lukos raised a glass to her.
“I hear you, but I disagree. I think she’s warming up. Just a little.” When Akila mentioned she’d just steal his, he rolled his eyes and took a long draft. Over his naked body she would. Thankfully Akila seemed done bullshitting. She tossed the dice which skittered across the table with clattering thuds. Lukos smirked at her first roll.
“It’s alright,” he assured her. “You can come back from it. Probably.” As it turned out, she couldn’t. “That’s too bad,” Lukos tsked, making a sucking sound out of the corner of his mouth in sympathy. “Tough shit, love.”
It was his turn. He scooped up the dice but didn’t blow on them, and tossed them onto the table. Two 3’s, a 5, a 4, and a 1. Well fuck. Putting them all back into his hand, he tossed them again, biting his lower lip as he watched the dotted surface of the dice.
Good. At least he had a 6 and a 4 but the rest were useless. Scooping them up for the last time, he rolled his final turn.
“HA!” he crowed. “Five, one, six, four, two.”
There, now. He had his ship, his crew, and...well it wasn’t the best cargo, but he had cargo, at least. Passing the dice to Zosimere, he leaned towards her a little, the dice resting in his palm. “Your turn, princess.”
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These women were so rude. Lukos’s attention was arrested by Zosimere who snarled at him. ”If you value those balls you insist on flaunting, then your trap needs to stay shut, boy.”
…boy? He peered at her over the rim of his cup. Wasn’t she at least five years younger? Bypassing that…
“You keep mentioning my balls. Since you’re so interested, I’ll let you see them if you like.” He batted his lashes at her, an innocent smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he sipped obnoxiously loudly at his beer. The disgusted snort from Zosimere was all the answer he needed. Fine. She could suit herself for all he cared.
The discussion went on to the gambling, for which Lukos leaned back in his chair, his long legs extending beneath the table, not caring if he bumped into the other two. He was taller and he needed more space. So what if his legs were falling open like men tended to do and that he was taking up twice as much room as the others. They should have been born with penises if they wanted real opinions.
”Ship, Captain, Crew?” Zosimere checked and then looked between himself and Akila. She then oh-so-politely added, ”It would be fucking pirates.” Gods this woman needed to get laid. He was willing to bed she had a spear shoved so far up her ass that it was the sharp point they were seeing when she talked, rather than a tongue. All he did was make a smirking, eye squeezing shut expression at her in the most sarcastic way he could possibly muster. Fuck. Her. ...though he’d like to. She seemed like a firebrand.
”We play, I win, and you both leave,” Zosimere said with her characteristic good humor. Lukos raised his brows at Akila. Well well. Little Miss giving orders now, was she?
“Alright,” he lied through a grin.
“Oh gosh, Lukos. I’m starting to think she doesn’t like us,” Akila chimed in and Lukos raised a glass to her.
“I hear you, but I disagree. I think she’s warming up. Just a little.” When Akila mentioned she’d just steal his, he rolled his eyes and took a long draft. Over his naked body she would. Thankfully Akila seemed done bullshitting. She tossed the dice which skittered across the table with clattering thuds. Lukos smirked at her first roll.
“It’s alright,” he assured her. “You can come back from it. Probably.” As it turned out, she couldn’t. “That’s too bad,” Lukos tsked, making a sucking sound out of the corner of his mouth in sympathy. “Tough shit, love.”
It was his turn. He scooped up the dice but didn’t blow on them, and tossed them onto the table. Two 3’s, a 5, a 4, and a 1. Well fuck. Putting them all back into his hand, he tossed them again, biting his lower lip as he watched the dotted surface of the dice.
Good. At least he had a 6 and a 4 but the rest were useless. Scooping them up for the last time, he rolled his final turn.
“HA!” he crowed. “Five, one, six, four, two.”
There, now. He had his ship, his crew, and...well it wasn’t the best cargo, but he had cargo, at least. Passing the dice to Zosimere, he leaned towards her a little, the dice resting in his palm. “Your turn, princess.”
These women were so rude. Lukos’s attention was arrested by Zosimere who snarled at him. ”If you value those balls you insist on flaunting, then your trap needs to stay shut, boy.”
…boy? He peered at her over the rim of his cup. Wasn’t she at least five years younger? Bypassing that…
“You keep mentioning my balls. Since you’re so interested, I’ll let you see them if you like.” He batted his lashes at her, an innocent smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he sipped obnoxiously loudly at his beer. The disgusted snort from Zosimere was all the answer he needed. Fine. She could suit herself for all he cared.
The discussion went on to the gambling, for which Lukos leaned back in his chair, his long legs extending beneath the table, not caring if he bumped into the other two. He was taller and he needed more space. So what if his legs were falling open like men tended to do and that he was taking up twice as much room as the others. They should have been born with penises if they wanted real opinions.
”Ship, Captain, Crew?” Zosimere checked and then looked between himself and Akila. She then oh-so-politely added, ”It would be fucking pirates.” Gods this woman needed to get laid. He was willing to bed she had a spear shoved so far up her ass that it was the sharp point they were seeing when she talked, rather than a tongue. All he did was make a smirking, eye squeezing shut expression at her in the most sarcastic way he could possibly muster. Fuck. Her. ...though he’d like to. She seemed like a firebrand.
”We play, I win, and you both leave,” Zosimere said with her characteristic good humor. Lukos raised his brows at Akila. Well well. Little Miss giving orders now, was she?
“Alright,” he lied through a grin.
“Oh gosh, Lukos. I’m starting to think she doesn’t like us,” Akila chimed in and Lukos raised a glass to her.
“I hear you, but I disagree. I think she’s warming up. Just a little.” When Akila mentioned she’d just steal his, he rolled his eyes and took a long draft. Over his naked body she would. Thankfully Akila seemed done bullshitting. She tossed the dice which skittered across the table with clattering thuds. Lukos smirked at her first roll.
“It’s alright,” he assured her. “You can come back from it. Probably.” As it turned out, she couldn’t. “That’s too bad,” Lukos tsked, making a sucking sound out of the corner of his mouth in sympathy. “Tough shit, love.”
It was his turn. He scooped up the dice but didn’t blow on them, and tossed them onto the table. Two 3’s, a 5, a 4, and a 1. Well fuck. Putting them all back into his hand, he tossed them again, biting his lower lip as he watched the dotted surface of the dice.
Good. At least he had a 6 and a 4 but the rest were useless. Scooping them up for the last time, he rolled his final turn.
“HA!” he crowed. “Five, one, six, four, two.”
There, now. He had his ship, his crew, and...well it wasn’t the best cargo, but he had cargo, at least. Passing the dice to Zosimere, he leaned towards her a little, the dice resting in his palm. “Your turn, princess.”
“You keep mentioning my balls. Since you’re so interested, I’ll let you see them if you like.” He said, fluttering his lashes at her. Her lip curled in disgust, and she had to resist the urge to shove him away. Zosi snorted, lifting her nose into the air, not deigning to respond to him for the moment.
“Oh gosh, Lukos. I’m starting to think she doesn’t like us,” Akila chimed in and Lukos raised a glass to her. She kept looking between them, not trusting either as far as she could throw them.
“I hear you, but I disagree. I think she’s warming up. Just a little.”
She rolled her eyes, but did not say much of anything until the game started. Games of chance were her least favorite kind. She preferred games that required talent and skill, things that were earned rather than left up to the fates. Her gaze narrowed as she watched the dice scatter across the table. They bounced and tumbled, twisted by nothing more than their own weight, and she let her gaze follow them until they settled.
She kept watching as the other woman drew them back, gaze traveling up her arm and the curve of her body. Two more rolls followed, and Zosi added up the points in her head to remember later. She didn’t expect much honesty out of pirates of all people, but she also was not one to turn tail either. She could hold her own, and just prayed that she’d wake up with all of her organs in the morning.
Phaedra would never be able to hear about this little misadventure.
“Tough shit, love.” Lukos said, although Zosi had thought that was a fair enough hand. Eight in cargo was decent, and would be harder to beat than one might like to admit. She watched Lukos too, though she admittedly missed his little cheat. One glance away, one distraction and she completely missed that he seemed to have forgotten the rules of their little game. Or maybe, she found his score to be paltry enough to ignore it.
She made a pouty face in his direction. ”Awwww, tough shit, love.” She said, her face crumpled in mock sympathy. She scooped up the dice, holding them up for Akila to blow on. Only when she’d gotten what she wanted did Zosime toss the little notched squares so that they went tumbling across the wooden table.
She watched the zealously, and allowed herself a small smile when she had a decent enough roll. 6, 3, 1, 6, 1. At least she had the six, she thought, as she pulled it to her and put the others back in her hand. A second roll yielded a 1, 4, 6 & 5 and Zosi weighed her options. She could technically stop here if she wanted...but she wouldn’t win with a seven against Akila's eight. So she took up the dice again, hoping the fates would at least give her more than Lukos. They seemed to give her only just enough to beat him with her third roll giving her a 5 & 2 which put her in the same position as before….evenly in the middle. Not the winner, but also not exactly a loser.
”Looks like you buy this round.” She said to Lukos, turning on him. Her eyebrows were furrowed, her mind already trying to spin ways out of drinking. She was an absolutely disastrous lightweight when it came to the swill.
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“You keep mentioning my balls. Since you’re so interested, I’ll let you see them if you like.” He said, fluttering his lashes at her. Her lip curled in disgust, and she had to resist the urge to shove him away. Zosi snorted, lifting her nose into the air, not deigning to respond to him for the moment.
“Oh gosh, Lukos. I’m starting to think she doesn’t like us,” Akila chimed in and Lukos raised a glass to her. She kept looking between them, not trusting either as far as she could throw them.
“I hear you, but I disagree. I think she’s warming up. Just a little.”
She rolled her eyes, but did not say much of anything until the game started. Games of chance were her least favorite kind. She preferred games that required talent and skill, things that were earned rather than left up to the fates. Her gaze narrowed as she watched the dice scatter across the table. They bounced and tumbled, twisted by nothing more than their own weight, and she let her gaze follow them until they settled.
She kept watching as the other woman drew them back, gaze traveling up her arm and the curve of her body. Two more rolls followed, and Zosi added up the points in her head to remember later. She didn’t expect much honesty out of pirates of all people, but she also was not one to turn tail either. She could hold her own, and just prayed that she’d wake up with all of her organs in the morning.
Phaedra would never be able to hear about this little misadventure.
“Tough shit, love.” Lukos said, although Zosi had thought that was a fair enough hand. Eight in cargo was decent, and would be harder to beat than one might like to admit. She watched Lukos too, though she admittedly missed his little cheat. One glance away, one distraction and she completely missed that he seemed to have forgotten the rules of their little game. Or maybe, she found his score to be paltry enough to ignore it.
She made a pouty face in his direction. ”Awwww, tough shit, love.” She said, her face crumpled in mock sympathy. She scooped up the dice, holding them up for Akila to blow on. Only when she’d gotten what she wanted did Zosime toss the little notched squares so that they went tumbling across the wooden table.
She watched the zealously, and allowed herself a small smile when she had a decent enough roll. 6, 3, 1, 6, 1. At least she had the six, she thought, as she pulled it to her and put the others back in her hand. A second roll yielded a 1, 4, 6 & 5 and Zosi weighed her options. She could technically stop here if she wanted...but she wouldn’t win with a seven against Akila's eight. So she took up the dice again, hoping the fates would at least give her more than Lukos. They seemed to give her only just enough to beat him with her third roll giving her a 5 & 2 which put her in the same position as before….evenly in the middle. Not the winner, but also not exactly a loser.
”Looks like you buy this round.” She said to Lukos, turning on him. Her eyebrows were furrowed, her mind already trying to spin ways out of drinking. She was an absolutely disastrous lightweight when it came to the swill.
“You keep mentioning my balls. Since you’re so interested, I’ll let you see them if you like.” He said, fluttering his lashes at her. Her lip curled in disgust, and she had to resist the urge to shove him away. Zosi snorted, lifting her nose into the air, not deigning to respond to him for the moment.
“Oh gosh, Lukos. I’m starting to think she doesn’t like us,” Akila chimed in and Lukos raised a glass to her. She kept looking between them, not trusting either as far as she could throw them.
“I hear you, but I disagree. I think she’s warming up. Just a little.”
She rolled her eyes, but did not say much of anything until the game started. Games of chance were her least favorite kind. She preferred games that required talent and skill, things that were earned rather than left up to the fates. Her gaze narrowed as she watched the dice scatter across the table. They bounced and tumbled, twisted by nothing more than their own weight, and she let her gaze follow them until they settled.
She kept watching as the other woman drew them back, gaze traveling up her arm and the curve of her body. Two more rolls followed, and Zosi added up the points in her head to remember later. She didn’t expect much honesty out of pirates of all people, but she also was not one to turn tail either. She could hold her own, and just prayed that she’d wake up with all of her organs in the morning.
Phaedra would never be able to hear about this little misadventure.
“Tough shit, love.” Lukos said, although Zosi had thought that was a fair enough hand. Eight in cargo was decent, and would be harder to beat than one might like to admit. She watched Lukos too, though she admittedly missed his little cheat. One glance away, one distraction and she completely missed that he seemed to have forgotten the rules of their little game. Or maybe, she found his score to be paltry enough to ignore it.
She made a pouty face in his direction. ”Awwww, tough shit, love.” She said, her face crumpled in mock sympathy. She scooped up the dice, holding them up for Akila to blow on. Only when she’d gotten what she wanted did Zosime toss the little notched squares so that they went tumbling across the wooden table.
She watched the zealously, and allowed herself a small smile when she had a decent enough roll. 6, 3, 1, 6, 1. At least she had the six, she thought, as she pulled it to her and put the others back in her hand. A second roll yielded a 1, 4, 6 & 5 and Zosi weighed her options. She could technically stop here if she wanted...but she wouldn’t win with a seven against Akila's eight. So she took up the dice again, hoping the fates would at least give her more than Lukos. They seemed to give her only just enough to beat him with her third roll giving her a 5 & 2 which put her in the same position as before….evenly in the middle. Not the winner, but also not exactly a loser.
”Looks like you buy this round.” She said to Lukos, turning on him. Her eyebrows were furrowed, her mind already trying to spin ways out of drinking. She was an absolutely disastrous lightweight when it came to the swill.
It was cute how Lukos mocked her, even though he clearly had no idea how to fucking play this game… or her thought he could cheat and Akila wouldn’t catch him. Fat chance. If there was one thing Akila hated in this life it was cheaters at dice games. Gambling was about chance. It was exciting. It was thrilling. Cheating took the chance away. Fuck that, what’s the point anyways?
And he did it badly!
Akila ordered another round, on Lukos because he was an asshole and couldn’t play worth a damn. Then she kicked his over stretched legs to the side. “You know I’m not into feet, baby. If you want in my personal space so badly, you’re going to have to one better.” Though honestly as the night was going on, it was the girl who was interesting her more. Akila couldn’t help but let her eyes wander to her chest for a brief second before snapping back up once the drinks arrive.
“Right, new round. Try not to cheat this time, Lukos. That one over there might be blind, but you ain’t getting one over me.” Akila rolled her eyes. “Let’s add more drinks to this. Loser chugs two, second place chugs one, the winner gets the pot.” Akila put her coins in the center again. She wanted to get fucking wasted… or rich. Honestly, either sounded great. Or how about both? Both sounded fantastic.
Akila picked up the dice and rolled again. 6, 6, 6, 5, and 1. It was a damn good roll. Akila only wished she could keep all the sixes and just roll the one. If that one rolled a 4 she would have the maximum possible score. Unfortunately, she could only bank the six and the five. As much as that pissed her off… she did just call Lukos out on cheating.
Mother fucker.
3, 2, 1. Fuck this. One last chance or she might as well order her two drinks and chug it while the other fuckers finished their roll. Alright, one last shot.
“Mother fucker! Bullshit dice!” This time Akila said it out loud as she got a 5, 6, and another 5. All she needed was a god damn four. Just one four. What the hell, dice. They were loaded, that had to be- oh wait these were her dice. Well still. Fuck this.
“Two drinks,” she whistled over to the tavernkeeper, tossing the dice towards Lukos. She just had to hope their luck was as shit as her’s, so at least they could all be on the same playing field when it came to intoxication. Though... Akila could handle her own when it came to drinking.
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It was cute how Lukos mocked her, even though he clearly had no idea how to fucking play this game… or her thought he could cheat and Akila wouldn’t catch him. Fat chance. If there was one thing Akila hated in this life it was cheaters at dice games. Gambling was about chance. It was exciting. It was thrilling. Cheating took the chance away. Fuck that, what’s the point anyways?
And he did it badly!
Akila ordered another round, on Lukos because he was an asshole and couldn’t play worth a damn. Then she kicked his over stretched legs to the side. “You know I’m not into feet, baby. If you want in my personal space so badly, you’re going to have to one better.” Though honestly as the night was going on, it was the girl who was interesting her more. Akila couldn’t help but let her eyes wander to her chest for a brief second before snapping back up once the drinks arrive.
“Right, new round. Try not to cheat this time, Lukos. That one over there might be blind, but you ain’t getting one over me.” Akila rolled her eyes. “Let’s add more drinks to this. Loser chugs two, second place chugs one, the winner gets the pot.” Akila put her coins in the center again. She wanted to get fucking wasted… or rich. Honestly, either sounded great. Or how about both? Both sounded fantastic.
Akila picked up the dice and rolled again. 6, 6, 6, 5, and 1. It was a damn good roll. Akila only wished she could keep all the sixes and just roll the one. If that one rolled a 4 she would have the maximum possible score. Unfortunately, she could only bank the six and the five. As much as that pissed her off… she did just call Lukos out on cheating.
Mother fucker.
3, 2, 1. Fuck this. One last chance or she might as well order her two drinks and chug it while the other fuckers finished their roll. Alright, one last shot.
“Mother fucker! Bullshit dice!” This time Akila said it out loud as she got a 5, 6, and another 5. All she needed was a god damn four. Just one four. What the hell, dice. They were loaded, that had to be- oh wait these were her dice. Well still. Fuck this.
“Two drinks,” she whistled over to the tavernkeeper, tossing the dice towards Lukos. She just had to hope their luck was as shit as her’s, so at least they could all be on the same playing field when it came to intoxication. Though... Akila could handle her own when it came to drinking.
It was cute how Lukos mocked her, even though he clearly had no idea how to fucking play this game… or her thought he could cheat and Akila wouldn’t catch him. Fat chance. If there was one thing Akila hated in this life it was cheaters at dice games. Gambling was about chance. It was exciting. It was thrilling. Cheating took the chance away. Fuck that, what’s the point anyways?
And he did it badly!
Akila ordered another round, on Lukos because he was an asshole and couldn’t play worth a damn. Then she kicked his over stretched legs to the side. “You know I’m not into feet, baby. If you want in my personal space so badly, you’re going to have to one better.” Though honestly as the night was going on, it was the girl who was interesting her more. Akila couldn’t help but let her eyes wander to her chest for a brief second before snapping back up once the drinks arrive.
“Right, new round. Try not to cheat this time, Lukos. That one over there might be blind, but you ain’t getting one over me.” Akila rolled her eyes. “Let’s add more drinks to this. Loser chugs two, second place chugs one, the winner gets the pot.” Akila put her coins in the center again. She wanted to get fucking wasted… or rich. Honestly, either sounded great. Or how about both? Both sounded fantastic.
Akila picked up the dice and rolled again. 6, 6, 6, 5, and 1. It was a damn good roll. Akila only wished she could keep all the sixes and just roll the one. If that one rolled a 4 she would have the maximum possible score. Unfortunately, she could only bank the six and the five. As much as that pissed her off… she did just call Lukos out on cheating.
Mother fucker.
3, 2, 1. Fuck this. One last chance or she might as well order her two drinks and chug it while the other fuckers finished their roll. Alright, one last shot.
“Mother fucker! Bullshit dice!” This time Akila said it out loud as she got a 5, 6, and another 5. All she needed was a god damn four. Just one four. What the hell, dice. They were loaded, that had to be- oh wait these were her dice. Well still. Fuck this.
“Two drinks,” she whistled over to the tavernkeeper, tossing the dice towards Lukos. She just had to hope their luck was as shit as her’s, so at least they could all be on the same playing field when it came to intoxication. Though... Akila could handle her own when it came to drinking.
”Awwww, tough shit, love.” He’d been holding the dice out to Zosime nicely enough until that moment but as soon as the words left her mouth, he thought about telling her something like “No turn for rude girls,” and then keeping the dice for another turn for himself because Akila was rude as fuck. Zosime’s hand shot out and scooped up the dice, though, and Lukos crossed his arms and leaned them on the table, watching her turn tumble across the tabletop.
His mouth twisted when she got a six for her first roll. Lucky bitch. That look turned into resignation on her second roll and by the third he was sitting back in his chair, his legs stretched out beneath the table to take up as much room as humanly possible. His face remained pointed at the middle of the table but his eyes flicked up to hers from beneath his brows when she told him he was buying the round.
He resolutely did not open his mouth nor raise his hand to signal the tavern wench who hovered a little ways away. It turned out that he didn’t have to. Akila chose to do that honor on his behalf and he sighed, tipped his head back, gave the ceiling an exasperated look that turned nearly immediately into a glare as Akila kicked his legs.
“You know I’m not into feet, baby. If you want in my personal space so badly, you’re going to have to one better.”
“Fuck you,” he sighed. The drinks came and he finally sat up straighter, though did aim a nice kick at Akila’s legs in retaliation. He didn’t miss Zosime or Akila eyeing each other across the table but they could fuck each other for all he cared at the moment. Neither of them were being particularly nice company.
“Right, new round. Try not to cheat this time, Lukos. That one over there might be blind, but you ain’t getting one over me.” Akila had such a way with words. Lukos smirked at her, made a rude gesture, and calmly took a few long drafts from his beer. “Let’s add more drinks to this. Loser chugs two, second place chugs one, the winner gets the pot.”
“Try not to slobber on the table, Akila,” Lukos set his beer down only for it to instantly be refilled by the overhelpful tavern wench who looked like she had money signs for eyeballs. His attention went back to the table as Akila rolled a six. He smirked but it was tight and he was now seriously wondering how poor he was going to be once he left this place. Would he even be allowed to keep his clothes...well if he wasn’t, they sure as fuck weren’t allowed either.
He watched her last roll with some trepidation but as soon as he saw the lack of a four, the music of “Mother fucker! Bullshit dice!” rang in his ears. He grinned as Akila flung the dice at him and he caught all but one easily. The last one had the nerve to bounce off the table. He leaned down, fishing around for it on the floor. It’d rolled next to Zosime’s sandal and as he swiped it up, he stayed for just a second, face to calf with her leg. This he followed up for as far as possible and looked at her with a false innocence as he sat up straight in his chair. Gods she had nice legs.
“I dunno, Akila. I like these dice.”
Whether he kept liking them was a completely different story.
Shaking the dice between his hands, he let them fly across the table. 2, 5, 3, 3, 6. Lukos bit his lower lip and grinned at both Akila and Zosime. “Gee, ladies, I hope that’s a good one…” gloating really wasn’t beneath him. Another roll yielded 6, 4, 2. He grinned like a jackal at Akila and then at Zosime. “Oops…” he apologized without sounding the least bit apologetic. That last die...could he do better than a two...one toss and a “3." So, yes. He could. By one.
Beaming at Zosime, he handed her the die. “Feel free to try.” His tone was consoling, like she’d already lost.
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”Awwww, tough shit, love.” He’d been holding the dice out to Zosime nicely enough until that moment but as soon as the words left her mouth, he thought about telling her something like “No turn for rude girls,” and then keeping the dice for another turn for himself because Akila was rude as fuck. Zosime’s hand shot out and scooped up the dice, though, and Lukos crossed his arms and leaned them on the table, watching her turn tumble across the tabletop.
His mouth twisted when she got a six for her first roll. Lucky bitch. That look turned into resignation on her second roll and by the third he was sitting back in his chair, his legs stretched out beneath the table to take up as much room as humanly possible. His face remained pointed at the middle of the table but his eyes flicked up to hers from beneath his brows when she told him he was buying the round.
He resolutely did not open his mouth nor raise his hand to signal the tavern wench who hovered a little ways away. It turned out that he didn’t have to. Akila chose to do that honor on his behalf and he sighed, tipped his head back, gave the ceiling an exasperated look that turned nearly immediately into a glare as Akila kicked his legs.
“You know I’m not into feet, baby. If you want in my personal space so badly, you’re going to have to one better.”
“Fuck you,” he sighed. The drinks came and he finally sat up straighter, though did aim a nice kick at Akila’s legs in retaliation. He didn’t miss Zosime or Akila eyeing each other across the table but they could fuck each other for all he cared at the moment. Neither of them were being particularly nice company.
“Right, new round. Try not to cheat this time, Lukos. That one over there might be blind, but you ain’t getting one over me.” Akila had such a way with words. Lukos smirked at her, made a rude gesture, and calmly took a few long drafts from his beer. “Let’s add more drinks to this. Loser chugs two, second place chugs one, the winner gets the pot.”
“Try not to slobber on the table, Akila,” Lukos set his beer down only for it to instantly be refilled by the overhelpful tavern wench who looked like she had money signs for eyeballs. His attention went back to the table as Akila rolled a six. He smirked but it was tight and he was now seriously wondering how poor he was going to be once he left this place. Would he even be allowed to keep his clothes...well if he wasn’t, they sure as fuck weren’t allowed either.
He watched her last roll with some trepidation but as soon as he saw the lack of a four, the music of “Mother fucker! Bullshit dice!” rang in his ears. He grinned as Akila flung the dice at him and he caught all but one easily. The last one had the nerve to bounce off the table. He leaned down, fishing around for it on the floor. It’d rolled next to Zosime’s sandal and as he swiped it up, he stayed for just a second, face to calf with her leg. This he followed up for as far as possible and looked at her with a false innocence as he sat up straight in his chair. Gods she had nice legs.
“I dunno, Akila. I like these dice.”
Whether he kept liking them was a completely different story.
Shaking the dice between his hands, he let them fly across the table. 2, 5, 3, 3, 6. Lukos bit his lower lip and grinned at both Akila and Zosime. “Gee, ladies, I hope that’s a good one…” gloating really wasn’t beneath him. Another roll yielded 6, 4, 2. He grinned like a jackal at Akila and then at Zosime. “Oops…” he apologized without sounding the least bit apologetic. That last die...could he do better than a two...one toss and a “3." So, yes. He could. By one.
Beaming at Zosime, he handed her the die. “Feel free to try.” His tone was consoling, like she’d already lost.
”Awwww, tough shit, love.” He’d been holding the dice out to Zosime nicely enough until that moment but as soon as the words left her mouth, he thought about telling her something like “No turn for rude girls,” and then keeping the dice for another turn for himself because Akila was rude as fuck. Zosime’s hand shot out and scooped up the dice, though, and Lukos crossed his arms and leaned them on the table, watching her turn tumble across the tabletop.
His mouth twisted when she got a six for her first roll. Lucky bitch. That look turned into resignation on her second roll and by the third he was sitting back in his chair, his legs stretched out beneath the table to take up as much room as humanly possible. His face remained pointed at the middle of the table but his eyes flicked up to hers from beneath his brows when she told him he was buying the round.
He resolutely did not open his mouth nor raise his hand to signal the tavern wench who hovered a little ways away. It turned out that he didn’t have to. Akila chose to do that honor on his behalf and he sighed, tipped his head back, gave the ceiling an exasperated look that turned nearly immediately into a glare as Akila kicked his legs.
“You know I’m not into feet, baby. If you want in my personal space so badly, you’re going to have to one better.”
“Fuck you,” he sighed. The drinks came and he finally sat up straighter, though did aim a nice kick at Akila’s legs in retaliation. He didn’t miss Zosime or Akila eyeing each other across the table but they could fuck each other for all he cared at the moment. Neither of them were being particularly nice company.
“Right, new round. Try not to cheat this time, Lukos. That one over there might be blind, but you ain’t getting one over me.” Akila had such a way with words. Lukos smirked at her, made a rude gesture, and calmly took a few long drafts from his beer. “Let’s add more drinks to this. Loser chugs two, second place chugs one, the winner gets the pot.”
“Try not to slobber on the table, Akila,” Lukos set his beer down only for it to instantly be refilled by the overhelpful tavern wench who looked like she had money signs for eyeballs. His attention went back to the table as Akila rolled a six. He smirked but it was tight and he was now seriously wondering how poor he was going to be once he left this place. Would he even be allowed to keep his clothes...well if he wasn’t, they sure as fuck weren’t allowed either.
He watched her last roll with some trepidation but as soon as he saw the lack of a four, the music of “Mother fucker! Bullshit dice!” rang in his ears. He grinned as Akila flung the dice at him and he caught all but one easily. The last one had the nerve to bounce off the table. He leaned down, fishing around for it on the floor. It’d rolled next to Zosime’s sandal and as he swiped it up, he stayed for just a second, face to calf with her leg. This he followed up for as far as possible and looked at her with a false innocence as he sat up straight in his chair. Gods she had nice legs.
“I dunno, Akila. I like these dice.”
Whether he kept liking them was a completely different story.
Shaking the dice between his hands, he let them fly across the table. 2, 5, 3, 3, 6. Lukos bit his lower lip and grinned at both Akila and Zosime. “Gee, ladies, I hope that’s a good one…” gloating really wasn’t beneath him. Another roll yielded 6, 4, 2. He grinned like a jackal at Akila and then at Zosime. “Oops…” he apologized without sounding the least bit apologetic. That last die...could he do better than a two...one toss and a “3." So, yes. He could. By one.
Beaming at Zosime, he handed her the die. “Feel free to try.” His tone was consoling, like she’d already lost.
When the drinks game, she considered pushing them off. Let Akila or Lukos take her, but she had a feeling that they were not going to let her get away that easily. Sighing, she lifted the cup to lips and chugged it in a fashion that was very unladylike. It didn’t matter if she nursed it or if she drank it all in one go, the alcohol affected her all the same. She’d be tipsy in a few minutes, drunk after another one. It simply did not take much to get her under the table.
She sneered at Akila, showing her teeth. ”He was still a loser, I didn’t see a point in calling him out for cheating so early on.” It was a lie of course, she hadn’t noticed the slip at all. This was not her type of game, much preferring things with predictable outcomes than things like chance. ”If his rolls had actually been worth a shit, I’d have called him on it.”
Dear gods, she thought already sifting through a haze. Chugging two was going to have her passing out before she could roll the dice a third time. But she wasn’t a bitch. Zosi gritted her teeth, jerking her chin in agreement with the new stakes. She shoved another stack of gold coins on the table, drawing it out from the pouch she kept between her breasts.
She laughed at the female pirate as the winds of fate changed direction and deserted her, the sound utterly feminine and embarrassing. She covered her mouth, cheeks going flush with heat. She could barely feel it, her face already warm. ”Looks like you're going to be drinking, sweets.” She said, blowing the other woman a kiss.
Akila flung the dice at Lukos, her temper tantrum somehow endearing as it was childish. She heard the familiar clicking clatter as the squares rolled across the table, though Lukos wasn’t quick enough to catch them all. One or two inevitably found the floor, and she watched with mild interest as he leaned down to collect them. This brought him rather close to her legs, a fact that wasn’t lost on her. He made a show of keeping his face close, and while one part of her wanted to check him with it -- the other was in a wholly different place. A ridiculous place, where she pulled his hair while he….
She lifted her chin, his innocent face earning a little snort of absurdity. Gods, she had not been thinking about this man between her legs. And then, in alignment with the fact that her brain utterly disconnected with her mouth when she drank -- she said it.
”You’d look better between my thighs.” She said with an arch of her brow. ”You’ve got just enough hair to pull while you…” She flicked her tongue at him suggestively, before swinging her head back to Akila. She shifted in her chair, not the contested one from earlier -- unfortunately. Gods she still wanted to hand him his ass and take the chair back.
His turn was predictable at best, a nice middle of the road. Seven seemed to be the number of the night. She took the dice he offered, shooting Akila a meaningful look as she blew on her own dice for luck this time. ”I think your luck is a little dry this round.” She teased, letting the dice roll.
They clinked and spun, and she frowned as the first roll yielded nothing. 4,4,4 2,1. For fucks sake. It was fine, this was fine. She gathered the dice again, leaning across the table to collect one that had gotten too far. One of the fours. Another shake of her hand and then they were sent skittering again.
6,2,2,2,2
”Fucking hell.” She cursed, angrily setting aside the six. ”If twos were whores, I’d have too many.” It made no sense, but she was quickly succumbing to the alcohol. She was a horrible lightweight. She scraped together the dice for the final roll, sending up a silent prayer to whatever god it was that handled such things. She couldn’t remember their name at that exact moment, but she was sure there was one.
The dice teased her as they fell. Each number setting her teeth on edge further until they’d all fallen where they would. 5,5,6,4,6. She blinked, unable to believe her turn of luck. ”Wooo!” She yelled, lifting her hands in triumph. ”Fuck you.” She said to Lukos, a dumb drunk grin on her face as she reached to take her spoils.
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When the drinks game, she considered pushing them off. Let Akila or Lukos take her, but she had a feeling that they were not going to let her get away that easily. Sighing, she lifted the cup to lips and chugged it in a fashion that was very unladylike. It didn’t matter if she nursed it or if she drank it all in one go, the alcohol affected her all the same. She’d be tipsy in a few minutes, drunk after another one. It simply did not take much to get her under the table.
She sneered at Akila, showing her teeth. ”He was still a loser, I didn’t see a point in calling him out for cheating so early on.” It was a lie of course, she hadn’t noticed the slip at all. This was not her type of game, much preferring things with predictable outcomes than things like chance. ”If his rolls had actually been worth a shit, I’d have called him on it.”
Dear gods, she thought already sifting through a haze. Chugging two was going to have her passing out before she could roll the dice a third time. But she wasn’t a bitch. Zosi gritted her teeth, jerking her chin in agreement with the new stakes. She shoved another stack of gold coins on the table, drawing it out from the pouch she kept between her breasts.
She laughed at the female pirate as the winds of fate changed direction and deserted her, the sound utterly feminine and embarrassing. She covered her mouth, cheeks going flush with heat. She could barely feel it, her face already warm. ”Looks like you're going to be drinking, sweets.” She said, blowing the other woman a kiss.
Akila flung the dice at Lukos, her temper tantrum somehow endearing as it was childish. She heard the familiar clicking clatter as the squares rolled across the table, though Lukos wasn’t quick enough to catch them all. One or two inevitably found the floor, and she watched with mild interest as he leaned down to collect them. This brought him rather close to her legs, a fact that wasn’t lost on her. He made a show of keeping his face close, and while one part of her wanted to check him with it -- the other was in a wholly different place. A ridiculous place, where she pulled his hair while he….
She lifted her chin, his innocent face earning a little snort of absurdity. Gods, she had not been thinking about this man between her legs. And then, in alignment with the fact that her brain utterly disconnected with her mouth when she drank -- she said it.
”You’d look better between my thighs.” She said with an arch of her brow. ”You’ve got just enough hair to pull while you…” She flicked her tongue at him suggestively, before swinging her head back to Akila. She shifted in her chair, not the contested one from earlier -- unfortunately. Gods she still wanted to hand him his ass and take the chair back.
His turn was predictable at best, a nice middle of the road. Seven seemed to be the number of the night. She took the dice he offered, shooting Akila a meaningful look as she blew on her own dice for luck this time. ”I think your luck is a little dry this round.” She teased, letting the dice roll.
They clinked and spun, and she frowned as the first roll yielded nothing. 4,4,4 2,1. For fucks sake. It was fine, this was fine. She gathered the dice again, leaning across the table to collect one that had gotten too far. One of the fours. Another shake of her hand and then they were sent skittering again.
6,2,2,2,2
”Fucking hell.” She cursed, angrily setting aside the six. ”If twos were whores, I’d have too many.” It made no sense, but she was quickly succumbing to the alcohol. She was a horrible lightweight. She scraped together the dice for the final roll, sending up a silent prayer to whatever god it was that handled such things. She couldn’t remember their name at that exact moment, but she was sure there was one.
The dice teased her as they fell. Each number setting her teeth on edge further until they’d all fallen where they would. 5,5,6,4,6. She blinked, unable to believe her turn of luck. ”Wooo!” She yelled, lifting her hands in triumph. ”Fuck you.” She said to Lukos, a dumb drunk grin on her face as she reached to take her spoils.
When the drinks game, she considered pushing them off. Let Akila or Lukos take her, but she had a feeling that they were not going to let her get away that easily. Sighing, she lifted the cup to lips and chugged it in a fashion that was very unladylike. It didn’t matter if she nursed it or if she drank it all in one go, the alcohol affected her all the same. She’d be tipsy in a few minutes, drunk after another one. It simply did not take much to get her under the table.
She sneered at Akila, showing her teeth. ”He was still a loser, I didn’t see a point in calling him out for cheating so early on.” It was a lie of course, she hadn’t noticed the slip at all. This was not her type of game, much preferring things with predictable outcomes than things like chance. ”If his rolls had actually been worth a shit, I’d have called him on it.”
Dear gods, she thought already sifting through a haze. Chugging two was going to have her passing out before she could roll the dice a third time. But she wasn’t a bitch. Zosi gritted her teeth, jerking her chin in agreement with the new stakes. She shoved another stack of gold coins on the table, drawing it out from the pouch she kept between her breasts.
She laughed at the female pirate as the winds of fate changed direction and deserted her, the sound utterly feminine and embarrassing. She covered her mouth, cheeks going flush with heat. She could barely feel it, her face already warm. ”Looks like you're going to be drinking, sweets.” She said, blowing the other woman a kiss.
Akila flung the dice at Lukos, her temper tantrum somehow endearing as it was childish. She heard the familiar clicking clatter as the squares rolled across the table, though Lukos wasn’t quick enough to catch them all. One or two inevitably found the floor, and she watched with mild interest as he leaned down to collect them. This brought him rather close to her legs, a fact that wasn’t lost on her. He made a show of keeping his face close, and while one part of her wanted to check him with it -- the other was in a wholly different place. A ridiculous place, where she pulled his hair while he….
She lifted her chin, his innocent face earning a little snort of absurdity. Gods, she had not been thinking about this man between her legs. And then, in alignment with the fact that her brain utterly disconnected with her mouth when she drank -- she said it.
”You’d look better between my thighs.” She said with an arch of her brow. ”You’ve got just enough hair to pull while you…” She flicked her tongue at him suggestively, before swinging her head back to Akila. She shifted in her chair, not the contested one from earlier -- unfortunately. Gods she still wanted to hand him his ass and take the chair back.
His turn was predictable at best, a nice middle of the road. Seven seemed to be the number of the night. She took the dice he offered, shooting Akila a meaningful look as she blew on her own dice for luck this time. ”I think your luck is a little dry this round.” She teased, letting the dice roll.
They clinked and spun, and she frowned as the first roll yielded nothing. 4,4,4 2,1. For fucks sake. It was fine, this was fine. She gathered the dice again, leaning across the table to collect one that had gotten too far. One of the fours. Another shake of her hand and then they were sent skittering again.
6,2,2,2,2
”Fucking hell.” She cursed, angrily setting aside the six. ”If twos were whores, I’d have too many.” It made no sense, but she was quickly succumbing to the alcohol. She was a horrible lightweight. She scraped together the dice for the final roll, sending up a silent prayer to whatever god it was that handled such things. She couldn’t remember their name at that exact moment, but she was sure there was one.
The dice teased her as they fell. Each number setting her teeth on edge further until they’d all fallen where they would. 5,5,6,4,6. She blinked, unable to believe her turn of luck. ”Wooo!” She yelled, lifting her hands in triumph. ”Fuck you.” She said to Lukos, a dumb drunk grin on her face as she reached to take her spoils.
