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Khufu was drunk, which was not surprising to anyone who knew him, even in his advancing age, and with a wife and children at home, he didn’t slow down when it came to having a good time. His wife was used to it after all these years of marriage, and he was a faithful husband, a good father, and always made sure to do his work so he could provide for his family. He wasn’t a bad man, he just tended to enjoy extra activities that tended to get him into some trouble.
That evening was no exception really, his head was spinning from the wine, and he was in the back room of one of his regular taverns, playing a high stakes game of chance. He didn’t have a lot of money, but he made a decent amount. He made sure enough was set aside that he was not taking money from what his family would need, but the rest of what he made was his to do with what he wished. And he had hoped to bring home more that night than he had started with.
So far the night of gambling had not been going well for the drunken man. He had been losing money most of the night, and he only had a bit left to try and recoup some of his losses. He was determined though, or perhaps just too drunk to realize when to walk away. His current bet was more than he actually had to spend, but his gambling partners did not need to know that.
He would be in quite some trouble if he lost and was expected to pay up though, he supposed he would just need to make a run for it, already planning the quickest route out of the room so he could get away. This was not the first time Khufu had gotten himself into a tiny bit of gambling debt and not the first time he had had to run away from it and deal with it when he was a bit more sober.
If Khufu had been sober enough to really feel the gravity of the situation, he was sure that he would have been holding his breath as the dice were shaken and then tossed on the table and he waited to see if the dice were going to be in his favour.
He blinked for a moment, not believing the luck. There, the dice had landed, and.... he won. He actually won for the first time that night.
He stood up and cheered, laughing happily and calling for a cup of wine for everyone in the room before he sat back down at his seat, the money he won handed to him. He knew he should walk away, this almost made back what he had gambled away over the night but... he couldn’t help himself.
“Lets go, another.” He said, ready and willing to gamble the money again. Perhaps the Gods would see fit to roll the dice in his favour again.
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Khufu was drunk, which was not surprising to anyone who knew him, even in his advancing age, and with a wife and children at home, he didn’t slow down when it came to having a good time. His wife was used to it after all these years of marriage, and he was a faithful husband, a good father, and always made sure to do his work so he could provide for his family. He wasn’t a bad man, he just tended to enjoy extra activities that tended to get him into some trouble.
That evening was no exception really, his head was spinning from the wine, and he was in the back room of one of his regular taverns, playing a high stakes game of chance. He didn’t have a lot of money, but he made a decent amount. He made sure enough was set aside that he was not taking money from what his family would need, but the rest of what he made was his to do with what he wished. And he had hoped to bring home more that night than he had started with.
So far the night of gambling had not been going well for the drunken man. He had been losing money most of the night, and he only had a bit left to try and recoup some of his losses. He was determined though, or perhaps just too drunk to realize when to walk away. His current bet was more than he actually had to spend, but his gambling partners did not need to know that.
He would be in quite some trouble if he lost and was expected to pay up though, he supposed he would just need to make a run for it, already planning the quickest route out of the room so he could get away. This was not the first time Khufu had gotten himself into a tiny bit of gambling debt and not the first time he had had to run away from it and deal with it when he was a bit more sober.
If Khufu had been sober enough to really feel the gravity of the situation, he was sure that he would have been holding his breath as the dice were shaken and then tossed on the table and he waited to see if the dice were going to be in his favour.
He blinked for a moment, not believing the luck. There, the dice had landed, and.... he won. He actually won for the first time that night.
He stood up and cheered, laughing happily and calling for a cup of wine for everyone in the room before he sat back down at his seat, the money he won handed to him. He knew he should walk away, this almost made back what he had gambled away over the night but... he couldn’t help himself.
“Lets go, another.” He said, ready and willing to gamble the money again. Perhaps the Gods would see fit to roll the dice in his favour again.
Khufu was drunk, which was not surprising to anyone who knew him, even in his advancing age, and with a wife and children at home, he didn’t slow down when it came to having a good time. His wife was used to it after all these years of marriage, and he was a faithful husband, a good father, and always made sure to do his work so he could provide for his family. He wasn’t a bad man, he just tended to enjoy extra activities that tended to get him into some trouble.
That evening was no exception really, his head was spinning from the wine, and he was in the back room of one of his regular taverns, playing a high stakes game of chance. He didn’t have a lot of money, but he made a decent amount. He made sure enough was set aside that he was not taking money from what his family would need, but the rest of what he made was his to do with what he wished. And he had hoped to bring home more that night than he had started with.
So far the night of gambling had not been going well for the drunken man. He had been losing money most of the night, and he only had a bit left to try and recoup some of his losses. He was determined though, or perhaps just too drunk to realize when to walk away. His current bet was more than he actually had to spend, but his gambling partners did not need to know that.
He would be in quite some trouble if he lost and was expected to pay up though, he supposed he would just need to make a run for it, already planning the quickest route out of the room so he could get away. This was not the first time Khufu had gotten himself into a tiny bit of gambling debt and not the first time he had had to run away from it and deal with it when he was a bit more sober.
If Khufu had been sober enough to really feel the gravity of the situation, he was sure that he would have been holding his breath as the dice were shaken and then tossed on the table and he waited to see if the dice were going to be in his favour.
He blinked for a moment, not believing the luck. There, the dice had landed, and.... he won. He actually won for the first time that night.
He stood up and cheered, laughing happily and calling for a cup of wine for everyone in the room before he sat back down at his seat, the money he won handed to him. He knew he should walk away, this almost made back what he had gambled away over the night but... he couldn’t help himself.
“Lets go, another.” He said, ready and willing to gamble the money again. Perhaps the Gods would see fit to roll the dice in his favour again.
It would have been easier to name the vices Neithotep H’Sheifa didn’t have, the young woman laughing with a careless abandon as she set her empty flagon on the table and demanded another. Drunk, high on opium and shemshemat alike, and free of inhibition, the young woman leaned over an unfamiliar man’s shoulder as the dice was tossed, placing her own coin on the table. Though gambling was not a normal vice of hers, that wasn’t to say she never indulged, and as free as she felt tonight… why not? It was her father’s money, anyway. She had little enough to lose.
“Seven,” she called the number with a smirk, scooting in next to the man who had just asked for another round, turning a mischievous look in his direction. Clapping her hands in delight when the pair of dice did indeed come up a seven, she grinned and pulled her winnings toward her with a gloating little wiggle of her hips.
A couple of the others around them muttered about her being a cheat, Nia shrugging off their accusations with a few bats of her eyelashes. “Not a cheat,” she corrected them with a grin. “Just very good luck.”
Pushing her acquired coin into her purse, she left a handful on the table to place her next bet, waiting for the man to roll again before she declared a new number, “Ten.” Holding her breath as the dice clattered into place, her smirk returned to see eleven instead. “See?” she said to the others. “Not a cheat at all.”
“Ay, no’ a cheat when ye win eight out o’ nine rounds,” one of them argued, a drunken stupor quickly turning to drunken anger. “Floppin’ yer tits out and distractin’ th’ man so ye can take yer winnins,” he went on, wobbling to his feet and shoving his finger in her face. “I’m onto ye, li’l lady. We don’t take kindly to cheats ‘round ‘ere.”
“Not a cheat,” she replied, her jaw clenching as she fought the urge to slap his finger away. He was much bigger than her, and she was outnumbered. Maybe not wise to start a fight. “Just good luck, as I said.”
“And I said I didn’ believe ye!” the man bellowed in response, leaning over the table and knocking drinks and coin alike to the floor. “No one wins tha’ many times!”
Some of the others seemed in agreement with the man, while the barkeep came out to see what the ruckus was about. To her benefit, the man was a known troublemaker in the tavern, and as soon as the barkeep saw who it was making all the fuss, he rolled his eyes and pulled back on the man’s arm.
“That’s enough, Amenhotep,” he cautioned the yelling man, whose face was going crimson in his anger. Shrugging the barkeep off, he advanced on her again, this time tossing the table to the side. “Not enough ‘til I say it’s enough!” Nia jumped up and glanced nervously between him, the barkeep, and the man at her side, debating if she ought to just make a run for it.
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It would have been easier to name the vices Neithotep H’Sheifa didn’t have, the young woman laughing with a careless abandon as she set her empty flagon on the table and demanded another. Drunk, high on opium and shemshemat alike, and free of inhibition, the young woman leaned over an unfamiliar man’s shoulder as the dice was tossed, placing her own coin on the table. Though gambling was not a normal vice of hers, that wasn’t to say she never indulged, and as free as she felt tonight… why not? It was her father’s money, anyway. She had little enough to lose.
“Seven,” she called the number with a smirk, scooting in next to the man who had just asked for another round, turning a mischievous look in his direction. Clapping her hands in delight when the pair of dice did indeed come up a seven, she grinned and pulled her winnings toward her with a gloating little wiggle of her hips.
A couple of the others around them muttered about her being a cheat, Nia shrugging off their accusations with a few bats of her eyelashes. “Not a cheat,” she corrected them with a grin. “Just very good luck.”
Pushing her acquired coin into her purse, she left a handful on the table to place her next bet, waiting for the man to roll again before she declared a new number, “Ten.” Holding her breath as the dice clattered into place, her smirk returned to see eleven instead. “See?” she said to the others. “Not a cheat at all.”
“Ay, no’ a cheat when ye win eight out o’ nine rounds,” one of them argued, a drunken stupor quickly turning to drunken anger. “Floppin’ yer tits out and distractin’ th’ man so ye can take yer winnins,” he went on, wobbling to his feet and shoving his finger in her face. “I’m onto ye, li’l lady. We don’t take kindly to cheats ‘round ‘ere.”
“Not a cheat,” she replied, her jaw clenching as she fought the urge to slap his finger away. He was much bigger than her, and she was outnumbered. Maybe not wise to start a fight. “Just good luck, as I said.”
“And I said I didn’ believe ye!” the man bellowed in response, leaning over the table and knocking drinks and coin alike to the floor. “No one wins tha’ many times!”
Some of the others seemed in agreement with the man, while the barkeep came out to see what the ruckus was about. To her benefit, the man was a known troublemaker in the tavern, and as soon as the barkeep saw who it was making all the fuss, he rolled his eyes and pulled back on the man’s arm.
“That’s enough, Amenhotep,” he cautioned the yelling man, whose face was going crimson in his anger. Shrugging the barkeep off, he advanced on her again, this time tossing the table to the side. “Not enough ‘til I say it’s enough!” Nia jumped up and glanced nervously between him, the barkeep, and the man at her side, debating if she ought to just make a run for it.
It would have been easier to name the vices Neithotep H’Sheifa didn’t have, the young woman laughing with a careless abandon as she set her empty flagon on the table and demanded another. Drunk, high on opium and shemshemat alike, and free of inhibition, the young woman leaned over an unfamiliar man’s shoulder as the dice was tossed, placing her own coin on the table. Though gambling was not a normal vice of hers, that wasn’t to say she never indulged, and as free as she felt tonight… why not? It was her father’s money, anyway. She had little enough to lose.
“Seven,” she called the number with a smirk, scooting in next to the man who had just asked for another round, turning a mischievous look in his direction. Clapping her hands in delight when the pair of dice did indeed come up a seven, she grinned and pulled her winnings toward her with a gloating little wiggle of her hips.
A couple of the others around them muttered about her being a cheat, Nia shrugging off their accusations with a few bats of her eyelashes. “Not a cheat,” she corrected them with a grin. “Just very good luck.”
Pushing her acquired coin into her purse, she left a handful on the table to place her next bet, waiting for the man to roll again before she declared a new number, “Ten.” Holding her breath as the dice clattered into place, her smirk returned to see eleven instead. “See?” she said to the others. “Not a cheat at all.”
“Ay, no’ a cheat when ye win eight out o’ nine rounds,” one of them argued, a drunken stupor quickly turning to drunken anger. “Floppin’ yer tits out and distractin’ th’ man so ye can take yer winnins,” he went on, wobbling to his feet and shoving his finger in her face. “I’m onto ye, li’l lady. We don’t take kindly to cheats ‘round ‘ere.”
“Not a cheat,” she replied, her jaw clenching as she fought the urge to slap his finger away. He was much bigger than her, and she was outnumbered. Maybe not wise to start a fight. “Just good luck, as I said.”
“And I said I didn’ believe ye!” the man bellowed in response, leaning over the table and knocking drinks and coin alike to the floor. “No one wins tha’ many times!”
Some of the others seemed in agreement with the man, while the barkeep came out to see what the ruckus was about. To her benefit, the man was a known troublemaker in the tavern, and as soon as the barkeep saw who it was making all the fuss, he rolled his eyes and pulled back on the man’s arm.
“That’s enough, Amenhotep,” he cautioned the yelling man, whose face was going crimson in his anger. Shrugging the barkeep off, he advanced on her again, this time tossing the table to the side. “Not enough ‘til I say it’s enough!” Nia jumped up and glanced nervously between him, the barkeep, and the man at her side, debating if she ought to just make a run for it.
Khufu raised an eyebrow as a young woman came sliding in to join the game, placing coin for a bet before calling the number. He felt like he vaguely knew who she was, but couldn’t recall. A noble perhaps, one that he may have run into sometime years ago. At the moment, no names were coming to him, so he figured it was just easier to pretend that he didn’t have the vague feeling they had met some where before.
“Three.” He said, calling his bet. It was a risky one, going for a low number with two die in play, but the winnings would be worth it, the house paying extra for such a low chance at winning. But, he lost, and he took it in stride, though some people at the table were less than happy with the woman who had joined them and won her first round.
He tossed more coin on the table for the next round, then turned slightly to speak to the woman beside him.
“Khufu.” He introduced himself, raising his cup in a greeting before downing a bunch of the wine. The next round was starting, and he set his cup down to call out his bet.
“Five.” The die were rolled and once again he had lost. But he didn’t have much time to wallow in it, he had no idea what was going on, but suddenly a man was getting angry and going after the woman next to him, shoving the bartender away and the table was flipped.
Khufu was no hero, he was old, injured and drunk. But he wasn’t going to let some idiot attack a woman. He tried to think as quickly as he could, the man was larger than him, the man was younger than him, and the man would kick his ass easier than anything.
So, he did what seemed to be the best thing, he grabbed a chair and swung it at the man, smashing it on him. It stopped him for half a second, which was just long enough. Khufu grabbed the woman’s hand and started towards the door with a laugh.
“RUN!” He said, pulling her along with him out into the cool night air. He dropped her hand once they were outside, but kept running into the distance, knowing the man would likely follow them once he managed to get his bearings and figure out what had happened.
He kept running until he couldn’t run any more, and then he stopped in an alleyway, not entirely sure where he was. He leaned up against a wall, trying to catch his breath.
“I am not as in shape as I used to be.” He said in between breaths. He slid down the wall and sat on the ground, assuming they had long since lost the angry drunk some where in the winding alleys of the city.
“I can’t say this is how I thought my night would end up.” He said, looking over at his new companion with a grin.
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Khufu raised an eyebrow as a young woman came sliding in to join the game, placing coin for a bet before calling the number. He felt like he vaguely knew who she was, but couldn’t recall. A noble perhaps, one that he may have run into sometime years ago. At the moment, no names were coming to him, so he figured it was just easier to pretend that he didn’t have the vague feeling they had met some where before.
“Three.” He said, calling his bet. It was a risky one, going for a low number with two die in play, but the winnings would be worth it, the house paying extra for such a low chance at winning. But, he lost, and he took it in stride, though some people at the table were less than happy with the woman who had joined them and won her first round.
He tossed more coin on the table for the next round, then turned slightly to speak to the woman beside him.
“Khufu.” He introduced himself, raising his cup in a greeting before downing a bunch of the wine. The next round was starting, and he set his cup down to call out his bet.
“Five.” The die were rolled and once again he had lost. But he didn’t have much time to wallow in it, he had no idea what was going on, but suddenly a man was getting angry and going after the woman next to him, shoving the bartender away and the table was flipped.
Khufu was no hero, he was old, injured and drunk. But he wasn’t going to let some idiot attack a woman. He tried to think as quickly as he could, the man was larger than him, the man was younger than him, and the man would kick his ass easier than anything.
So, he did what seemed to be the best thing, he grabbed a chair and swung it at the man, smashing it on him. It stopped him for half a second, which was just long enough. Khufu grabbed the woman’s hand and started towards the door with a laugh.
“RUN!” He said, pulling her along with him out into the cool night air. He dropped her hand once they were outside, but kept running into the distance, knowing the man would likely follow them once he managed to get his bearings and figure out what had happened.
He kept running until he couldn’t run any more, and then he stopped in an alleyway, not entirely sure where he was. He leaned up against a wall, trying to catch his breath.
“I am not as in shape as I used to be.” He said in between breaths. He slid down the wall and sat on the ground, assuming they had long since lost the angry drunk some where in the winding alleys of the city.
“I can’t say this is how I thought my night would end up.” He said, looking over at his new companion with a grin.
Khufu raised an eyebrow as a young woman came sliding in to join the game, placing coin for a bet before calling the number. He felt like he vaguely knew who she was, but couldn’t recall. A noble perhaps, one that he may have run into sometime years ago. At the moment, no names were coming to him, so he figured it was just easier to pretend that he didn’t have the vague feeling they had met some where before.
“Three.” He said, calling his bet. It was a risky one, going for a low number with two die in play, but the winnings would be worth it, the house paying extra for such a low chance at winning. But, he lost, and he took it in stride, though some people at the table were less than happy with the woman who had joined them and won her first round.
He tossed more coin on the table for the next round, then turned slightly to speak to the woman beside him.
“Khufu.” He introduced himself, raising his cup in a greeting before downing a bunch of the wine. The next round was starting, and he set his cup down to call out his bet.
“Five.” The die were rolled and once again he had lost. But he didn’t have much time to wallow in it, he had no idea what was going on, but suddenly a man was getting angry and going after the woman next to him, shoving the bartender away and the table was flipped.
Khufu was no hero, he was old, injured and drunk. But he wasn’t going to let some idiot attack a woman. He tried to think as quickly as he could, the man was larger than him, the man was younger than him, and the man would kick his ass easier than anything.
So, he did what seemed to be the best thing, he grabbed a chair and swung it at the man, smashing it on him. It stopped him for half a second, which was just long enough. Khufu grabbed the woman’s hand and started towards the door with a laugh.
“RUN!” He said, pulling her along with him out into the cool night air. He dropped her hand once they were outside, but kept running into the distance, knowing the man would likely follow them once he managed to get his bearings and figure out what had happened.
He kept running until he couldn’t run any more, and then he stopped in an alleyway, not entirely sure where he was. He leaned up against a wall, trying to catch his breath.
“I am not as in shape as I used to be.” He said in between breaths. He slid down the wall and sat on the ground, assuming they had long since lost the angry drunk some where in the winding alleys of the city.
“I can’t say this is how I thought my night would end up.” He said, looking over at his new companion with a grin.
The man beside her introduced herself, but Nia could hardly get in a word before pandemonium broke loose, the drunken man across from them shoving the table to the side as she jumped back. Her heart was racing with nerves and thrill alike—while, admittedly, she didn’t want to be caught in the middle of it, there was a certain high to this sort of thing, a high she chased by spending so much time in the lower parts of the city. When the man who called himself Khufu raised up a chair to swing at the drunken lout, Nia’s eyes widened with shock, both hands coming up to cover her mouth on a sudden and very inappropriate giggle.
If she thought it was chaos before, it was nothing to what followed, Khufu grabbing her arm and yelling for them to run, and Nia not hesitating for a moment. Angry shouts and bellows followed in their wake as she trailed behind her erstwhile rescuer, and this time she was unable to stop the laugh that echoed behind them. Of course, she would come into a tavern and immediately get caught up into a brawl, and she hadn’t even done anything. Okay, maybe last time she was there, she had cheated a little, but Amenhotep was always so wasted, how had he remembered?
Once they were finally out of sight of any pursuers and tucked within the relative safety of an alleyway, Nia leaned up against the nearest wall as she fought to catch her breath. Still, she was laughing, a mixture of amusement, disbelief, and adrenaline all rolled into one. “I never know how my nights will end up any more,” she replied breathlessly to his assertion, returning his grin. “But thank you for that. That’s… not the first time I’ve run afoul of that man. He was just so drunk last time that I didn’t think he would remember.”
She ran a sheepish hand down the back of her neck as she looked over at Khufu. “So I might be a little to blame for it. I didn’t do anything this time, though, I swear!” She was the picture of innocence as she looked at him, even if there was a little guilt lingering in the shadows of her face. “I’m Nia, by the way. Nice to meet you, even if it’s uh… you know, like this.”
Looking around the area where they’d found themselves, she peeked out of the mouth of the alleyway. “I think we’re safe for now. Where are we, anyway?”
It was a good question, as it turned out, for even as much time as Nia spent in this part of the city, she did not recognize where they were now. It was dark and quiet, and looked to be deserted, so it was safe to assume they were not in the tavern district any more. So, where…?
A shuffle down at the end of the street alerted her that perhaps they were not so alone, after all, Nia ducking back behind the mouth of the alley. She held her finger to her lips as she looked at Khufu, jerking her head in the direction of the street. Whether it was one of their pursuers or not, she didn’t want to take any chances—creeping further into the protective darkness of the alley and silently encouraging him to do the same.
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The man beside her introduced herself, but Nia could hardly get in a word before pandemonium broke loose, the drunken man across from them shoving the table to the side as she jumped back. Her heart was racing with nerves and thrill alike—while, admittedly, she didn’t want to be caught in the middle of it, there was a certain high to this sort of thing, a high she chased by spending so much time in the lower parts of the city. When the man who called himself Khufu raised up a chair to swing at the drunken lout, Nia’s eyes widened with shock, both hands coming up to cover her mouth on a sudden and very inappropriate giggle.
If she thought it was chaos before, it was nothing to what followed, Khufu grabbing her arm and yelling for them to run, and Nia not hesitating for a moment. Angry shouts and bellows followed in their wake as she trailed behind her erstwhile rescuer, and this time she was unable to stop the laugh that echoed behind them. Of course, she would come into a tavern and immediately get caught up into a brawl, and she hadn’t even done anything. Okay, maybe last time she was there, she had cheated a little, but Amenhotep was always so wasted, how had he remembered?
Once they were finally out of sight of any pursuers and tucked within the relative safety of an alleyway, Nia leaned up against the nearest wall as she fought to catch her breath. Still, she was laughing, a mixture of amusement, disbelief, and adrenaline all rolled into one. “I never know how my nights will end up any more,” she replied breathlessly to his assertion, returning his grin. “But thank you for that. That’s… not the first time I’ve run afoul of that man. He was just so drunk last time that I didn’t think he would remember.”
She ran a sheepish hand down the back of her neck as she looked over at Khufu. “So I might be a little to blame for it. I didn’t do anything this time, though, I swear!” She was the picture of innocence as she looked at him, even if there was a little guilt lingering in the shadows of her face. “I’m Nia, by the way. Nice to meet you, even if it’s uh… you know, like this.”
Looking around the area where they’d found themselves, she peeked out of the mouth of the alleyway. “I think we’re safe for now. Where are we, anyway?”
It was a good question, as it turned out, for even as much time as Nia spent in this part of the city, she did not recognize where they were now. It was dark and quiet, and looked to be deserted, so it was safe to assume they were not in the tavern district any more. So, where…?
A shuffle down at the end of the street alerted her that perhaps they were not so alone, after all, Nia ducking back behind the mouth of the alley. She held her finger to her lips as she looked at Khufu, jerking her head in the direction of the street. Whether it was one of their pursuers or not, she didn’t want to take any chances—creeping further into the protective darkness of the alley and silently encouraging him to do the same.
The man beside her introduced herself, but Nia could hardly get in a word before pandemonium broke loose, the drunken man across from them shoving the table to the side as she jumped back. Her heart was racing with nerves and thrill alike—while, admittedly, she didn’t want to be caught in the middle of it, there was a certain high to this sort of thing, a high she chased by spending so much time in the lower parts of the city. When the man who called himself Khufu raised up a chair to swing at the drunken lout, Nia’s eyes widened with shock, both hands coming up to cover her mouth on a sudden and very inappropriate giggle.
If she thought it was chaos before, it was nothing to what followed, Khufu grabbing her arm and yelling for them to run, and Nia not hesitating for a moment. Angry shouts and bellows followed in their wake as she trailed behind her erstwhile rescuer, and this time she was unable to stop the laugh that echoed behind them. Of course, she would come into a tavern and immediately get caught up into a brawl, and she hadn’t even done anything. Okay, maybe last time she was there, she had cheated a little, but Amenhotep was always so wasted, how had he remembered?
Once they were finally out of sight of any pursuers and tucked within the relative safety of an alleyway, Nia leaned up against the nearest wall as she fought to catch her breath. Still, she was laughing, a mixture of amusement, disbelief, and adrenaline all rolled into one. “I never know how my nights will end up any more,” she replied breathlessly to his assertion, returning his grin. “But thank you for that. That’s… not the first time I’ve run afoul of that man. He was just so drunk last time that I didn’t think he would remember.”
She ran a sheepish hand down the back of her neck as she looked over at Khufu. “So I might be a little to blame for it. I didn’t do anything this time, though, I swear!” She was the picture of innocence as she looked at him, even if there was a little guilt lingering in the shadows of her face. “I’m Nia, by the way. Nice to meet you, even if it’s uh… you know, like this.”
Looking around the area where they’d found themselves, she peeked out of the mouth of the alleyway. “I think we’re safe for now. Where are we, anyway?”
It was a good question, as it turned out, for even as much time as Nia spent in this part of the city, she did not recognize where they were now. It was dark and quiet, and looked to be deserted, so it was safe to assume they were not in the tavern district any more. So, where…?
A shuffle down at the end of the street alerted her that perhaps they were not so alone, after all, Nia ducking back behind the mouth of the alley. She held her finger to her lips as she looked at Khufu, jerking her head in the direction of the street. Whether it was one of their pursuers or not, she didn’t want to take any chances—creeping further into the protective darkness of the alley and silently encouraging him to do the same.
Khufu was laughing along with her as they tried to catch their breath in the alley. This wasn’t entirely odd for Khufu if he was being honest, he had had more than his fair share of nights running away from people who wanted to hurt him or worse. He just hadn’t expected that this time it wasn’t even going to be his fault. But either way, it had made a regular night of gambling and drinking a lot more interesting, that much was for sure.
“Don’t worry.” he said, starting to speak as he stood back up from his spot on the ground, his breathing almost back to normal now.
“I have been in similar situations myself many times, what’s one more?” He teased with a goofy grin.
Khufu shrugged a little as she asked where they were, looking around as if by some miracle the Gods were going to show them where they were or something.
“To be quite honest with you, I wasn’t thinking about anything other than running away as quickly as possible.” He admitted with a small laugh, running a hand through his already messy hair. He was sure that they would figure out where they were eventually. Even if they had to wander a bit, one of them would find a landmark some where. Khufu knew the city fairly well.
Then suddenly she was signalling him to be quiet and was slinking back into the shadows of the alley and he did the same. He couldn’t help but think maybe he was getting to be too old for these shenanigans, but that thought was fleeting.
There was more shuffling as they tried to conceal themselves in the shadows, and Khufu felt his heart pounding in his chest. He was ready to try and take on anyone if it was one of their pursuers or someone else who wished them harm.
And then suddenly, there was a tiny little meow and Khufu relaxed, laughing a bit.
“It’s fine.” He said, stepping out of the shadow, he stepped forward and scooped up the all black cat, it’s yellow eyes staring at Nia as he brought the animal back over to her.
“This idiot here is Mau.” He said, the cat climbed from his arms and perched itself around his shoulders like some sort of strange scarf, curious eyes still on Nia.
“Regardless, we should get moving, in case our pursuers do come, or some else comes.” He suggested. It wasn’t a bad idea for the two of them to get out of there and see if they could find some where better than an alley to spend their time. If she even wanted to spend time with him, for all he knew she wanted to get out of his company as well.
Which was fine, Khufu liked meeting new friends, but he wasn’t going to try and force anyone into anything either. If she wanted to go off on her own again, he wouldn’t stop her, once they got far enough away from the tavern they had been at that is.
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Khufu was laughing along with her as they tried to catch their breath in the alley. This wasn’t entirely odd for Khufu if he was being honest, he had had more than his fair share of nights running away from people who wanted to hurt him or worse. He just hadn’t expected that this time it wasn’t even going to be his fault. But either way, it had made a regular night of gambling and drinking a lot more interesting, that much was for sure.
“Don’t worry.” he said, starting to speak as he stood back up from his spot on the ground, his breathing almost back to normal now.
“I have been in similar situations myself many times, what’s one more?” He teased with a goofy grin.
Khufu shrugged a little as she asked where they were, looking around as if by some miracle the Gods were going to show them where they were or something.
“To be quite honest with you, I wasn’t thinking about anything other than running away as quickly as possible.” He admitted with a small laugh, running a hand through his already messy hair. He was sure that they would figure out where they were eventually. Even if they had to wander a bit, one of them would find a landmark some where. Khufu knew the city fairly well.
Then suddenly she was signalling him to be quiet and was slinking back into the shadows of the alley and he did the same. He couldn’t help but think maybe he was getting to be too old for these shenanigans, but that thought was fleeting.
There was more shuffling as they tried to conceal themselves in the shadows, and Khufu felt his heart pounding in his chest. He was ready to try and take on anyone if it was one of their pursuers or someone else who wished them harm.
And then suddenly, there was a tiny little meow and Khufu relaxed, laughing a bit.
“It’s fine.” He said, stepping out of the shadow, he stepped forward and scooped up the all black cat, it’s yellow eyes staring at Nia as he brought the animal back over to her.
“This idiot here is Mau.” He said, the cat climbed from his arms and perched itself around his shoulders like some sort of strange scarf, curious eyes still on Nia.
“Regardless, we should get moving, in case our pursuers do come, or some else comes.” He suggested. It wasn’t a bad idea for the two of them to get out of there and see if they could find some where better than an alley to spend their time. If she even wanted to spend time with him, for all he knew she wanted to get out of his company as well.
Which was fine, Khufu liked meeting new friends, but he wasn’t going to try and force anyone into anything either. If she wanted to go off on her own again, he wouldn’t stop her, once they got far enough away from the tavern they had been at that is.
Khufu was laughing along with her as they tried to catch their breath in the alley. This wasn’t entirely odd for Khufu if he was being honest, he had had more than his fair share of nights running away from people who wanted to hurt him or worse. He just hadn’t expected that this time it wasn’t even going to be his fault. But either way, it had made a regular night of gambling and drinking a lot more interesting, that much was for sure.
“Don’t worry.” he said, starting to speak as he stood back up from his spot on the ground, his breathing almost back to normal now.
“I have been in similar situations myself many times, what’s one more?” He teased with a goofy grin.
Khufu shrugged a little as she asked where they were, looking around as if by some miracle the Gods were going to show them where they were or something.
“To be quite honest with you, I wasn’t thinking about anything other than running away as quickly as possible.” He admitted with a small laugh, running a hand through his already messy hair. He was sure that they would figure out where they were eventually. Even if they had to wander a bit, one of them would find a landmark some where. Khufu knew the city fairly well.
Then suddenly she was signalling him to be quiet and was slinking back into the shadows of the alley and he did the same. He couldn’t help but think maybe he was getting to be too old for these shenanigans, but that thought was fleeting.
There was more shuffling as they tried to conceal themselves in the shadows, and Khufu felt his heart pounding in his chest. He was ready to try and take on anyone if it was one of their pursuers or someone else who wished them harm.
And then suddenly, there was a tiny little meow and Khufu relaxed, laughing a bit.
“It’s fine.” He said, stepping out of the shadow, he stepped forward and scooped up the all black cat, it’s yellow eyes staring at Nia as he brought the animal back over to her.
“This idiot here is Mau.” He said, the cat climbed from his arms and perched itself around his shoulders like some sort of strange scarf, curious eyes still on Nia.
“Regardless, we should get moving, in case our pursuers do come, or some else comes.” He suggested. It wasn’t a bad idea for the two of them to get out of there and see if they could find some where better than an alley to spend their time. If she even wanted to spend time with him, for all he knew she wanted to get out of his company as well.
Which was fine, Khufu liked meeting new friends, but he wasn’t going to try and force anyone into anything either. If she wanted to go off on her own again, he wouldn’t stop her, once they got far enough away from the tavern they had been at that is.
Her heart was in her throat as she heard the shuffle come in closer and closer, Nia’s hands against her mouth to prevent any sound escaping. Was this it? Were they about to be caught? Had their running been in vain? However, it soon became clear her nerves were for nothing, arms dropping back to her sides with a laugh when the tiny cat appeared.
“Well, hello there,” she greeted the animal Khufu introduced as ‘Mau,’ grinning at the simplistic name. Mau, indeed. She held her hand out for the cat to sniff before it climbed up to the man’s shoulder. “A pleasure to meet you, as well.”
If Khufu knew this cat, surely that meant they couldn’t have gotten too far. Nia peeked out from the mouth of the alley again to see if there was anything she recognized, but still nothing. Hopefully if they just kept walking, they would find their way. Heading back to the tavern probably wasn’t the best idea, but maybe a street or two over and she could regain her bearings. She was surprised she didn’t know where she was, considering how much time she spent in the lower levels of the city, but then again, Cairo was huge. She couldn’t possibly memorize all of it, especially with her typical… state of mind when she was down in this area.
‘Regardless, we should get moving, in case our pursuers do come, or some else comes.’
“Good idea,” she responded with a nod, taking one last cautious look out of the alley before stepping into the street. Keeping pace with her companion, she did her best to remain aware of the darkened thoroughfares around them, lest they be caught off guard. She knew this part of Cairo wasn’t always the safest, but at least she wasn’t wandering around alone. Hopefully, though, Khufu wouldn’t have to save her ass a second time.
“So, not your first time running out of a bar, huh?” she commented with a lop-sided grin, looking up at him with a raised brow as they started making their way down the road. “You make a habit of that kind of thing? If so, we ought to get along just fine.”
Gods knew how many times Nia and her younger brother had been thrown out of taverns, opium dens, brothels, and the like. Granted, it was often Hena’s temper that got them there, but she couldn’t exactly claim innocence in the matter. A mischievous girl from childhood, she had certainly caused her fair share of trouble of the years—flirting, cheating, and drinking her way into such snarls for nearly as long as she could remember. What was life without a little trouble? Who wanted to forever walk the straight and narrow path? Not her, that was for sure.
“You from around here? Can’t say I recognize you, but then again, I can’t say I’d recognize a lot of people I’ve met down here.”
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Her heart was in her throat as she heard the shuffle come in closer and closer, Nia’s hands against her mouth to prevent any sound escaping. Was this it? Were they about to be caught? Had their running been in vain? However, it soon became clear her nerves were for nothing, arms dropping back to her sides with a laugh when the tiny cat appeared.
“Well, hello there,” she greeted the animal Khufu introduced as ‘Mau,’ grinning at the simplistic name. Mau, indeed. She held her hand out for the cat to sniff before it climbed up to the man’s shoulder. “A pleasure to meet you, as well.”
If Khufu knew this cat, surely that meant they couldn’t have gotten too far. Nia peeked out from the mouth of the alley again to see if there was anything she recognized, but still nothing. Hopefully if they just kept walking, they would find their way. Heading back to the tavern probably wasn’t the best idea, but maybe a street or two over and she could regain her bearings. She was surprised she didn’t know where she was, considering how much time she spent in the lower levels of the city, but then again, Cairo was huge. She couldn’t possibly memorize all of it, especially with her typical… state of mind when she was down in this area.
‘Regardless, we should get moving, in case our pursuers do come, or some else comes.’
“Good idea,” she responded with a nod, taking one last cautious look out of the alley before stepping into the street. Keeping pace with her companion, she did her best to remain aware of the darkened thoroughfares around them, lest they be caught off guard. She knew this part of Cairo wasn’t always the safest, but at least she wasn’t wandering around alone. Hopefully, though, Khufu wouldn’t have to save her ass a second time.
“So, not your first time running out of a bar, huh?” she commented with a lop-sided grin, looking up at him with a raised brow as they started making their way down the road. “You make a habit of that kind of thing? If so, we ought to get along just fine.”
Gods knew how many times Nia and her younger brother had been thrown out of taverns, opium dens, brothels, and the like. Granted, it was often Hena’s temper that got them there, but she couldn’t exactly claim innocence in the matter. A mischievous girl from childhood, she had certainly caused her fair share of trouble of the years—flirting, cheating, and drinking her way into such snarls for nearly as long as she could remember. What was life without a little trouble? Who wanted to forever walk the straight and narrow path? Not her, that was for sure.
“You from around here? Can’t say I recognize you, but then again, I can’t say I’d recognize a lot of people I’ve met down here.”
Her heart was in her throat as she heard the shuffle come in closer and closer, Nia’s hands against her mouth to prevent any sound escaping. Was this it? Were they about to be caught? Had their running been in vain? However, it soon became clear her nerves were for nothing, arms dropping back to her sides with a laugh when the tiny cat appeared.
“Well, hello there,” she greeted the animal Khufu introduced as ‘Mau,’ grinning at the simplistic name. Mau, indeed. She held her hand out for the cat to sniff before it climbed up to the man’s shoulder. “A pleasure to meet you, as well.”
If Khufu knew this cat, surely that meant they couldn’t have gotten too far. Nia peeked out from the mouth of the alley again to see if there was anything she recognized, but still nothing. Hopefully if they just kept walking, they would find their way. Heading back to the tavern probably wasn’t the best idea, but maybe a street or two over and she could regain her bearings. She was surprised she didn’t know where she was, considering how much time she spent in the lower levels of the city, but then again, Cairo was huge. She couldn’t possibly memorize all of it, especially with her typical… state of mind when she was down in this area.
‘Regardless, we should get moving, in case our pursuers do come, or some else comes.’
“Good idea,” she responded with a nod, taking one last cautious look out of the alley before stepping into the street. Keeping pace with her companion, she did her best to remain aware of the darkened thoroughfares around them, lest they be caught off guard. She knew this part of Cairo wasn’t always the safest, but at least she wasn’t wandering around alone. Hopefully, though, Khufu wouldn’t have to save her ass a second time.
“So, not your first time running out of a bar, huh?” she commented with a lop-sided grin, looking up at him with a raised brow as they started making their way down the road. “You make a habit of that kind of thing? If so, we ought to get along just fine.”
Gods knew how many times Nia and her younger brother had been thrown out of taverns, opium dens, brothels, and the like. Granted, it was often Hena’s temper that got them there, but she couldn’t exactly claim innocence in the matter. A mischievous girl from childhood, she had certainly caused her fair share of trouble of the years—flirting, cheating, and drinking her way into such snarls for nearly as long as she could remember. What was life without a little trouble? Who wanted to forever walk the straight and narrow path? Not her, that was for sure.
“You from around here? Can’t say I recognize you, but then again, I can’t say I’d recognize a lot of people I’ve met down here.”
