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Zhavi · **06-26-2014, 07:57 PM**

Zhi tipped her head to the side. Winced. Watched Jager's reflection. "Lalataru has a. . .hirelin'. So I have t'keep a room as Joz. Th' hirelin' -- big roe -- comes . . . t' give her food an' some teachin'." She stopped, swallowed, waited out the pain. "Joz is gettin' chased, an' she needs t'be flushed out . . . so Lalataru is the only option she's got left. Which means . . . her room needs tossin'. Ain't much there."

Jager · **06-27-2014, 12:48 AM**

He looked jaded in a strange way, almost annoyed. He knew it was a favor, but in the end it felt like part two to this god awful plan. He stared at her long and hard from the reflection in the mirror for a good minute before shrugging, "Fine." He stood a few inches above her, and given the placement it was strange to chis close to her. She stunk. She was dirty, and he felt an itch along his scalp.Â

Lice Paranoia.Â

Everything itches now. Always.Â

"Are there anymore favors floating about? Might as well get them all out while I'm drinking." Drink.

Zhavi · **06-27-2014, 10:59 AM**

Zhi's grin was instinctual, and followed quickly by a quiet grunt of pain. She let her face fall back into a nothing expression, newer and sharper throbbing taking her mind away from any stubbornness she might have been inclined to hold. "New smokes?" Her voice was decidedly hopeful.

Jager · **06-27-2014, 09:37 PM**

He crossed his arms and studied her for a few seconds, mostly that eye, before shaking his head with an amused snicker. Bottle in hand, he'd head for the only window in the room facing the city's port. "You're a trip." Simple as that. Sipping from his bottle, he'd sway lazily towards the latch that kept it locked and swung it open. It was a straight drop down to the waters below, a clean drop from what he'd studied; he'd not trust it, however. The idea was always there in the back of his head, should a situation dire enough warrant the the jump.Â

"How long you been doing this, anyways?" He dug around for a stale cigarette of his own. It wouldn't be until he lit it, that he'd wrinkle his nose and glance back at her. These were stale.

Zhavi · **06-28-2014, 01:01 PM**

Turning from the mirror back to the bed, Zhi sat down on it carefully. She laid out flat with a groan. Likely she'd be doing everything with a groan, soon enough. "Forever," she said, staring up at the ceiling.

Could be she sounded especially young just then.

Jager · **06-30-2014, 02:28 AM**

He took a drag of the cigarette before blowing it out the window towards the evening sky. As he spoke, smoke rose from his lips and poured out his nostrils, "Heh.. forever. It always feels like that, doesn't it?" There was no sarcasm in his words, nor was there any attitude. "I've been snatching purses since as far back as I could remember, prolly the moment I exited me mother's womb." He took a mighty swill of whiskey and leaned in to hand her his bottle. He wasn't kind enough to get her own and uncork it for her; he was lazy, too- this was quicker.Â

"How long you been with this employer? It's been too long for me with mine." But that was Rourk for you, he always had a way of owning someone for great periods of time. No debt was ever paid off with him, no matter how close he seemed to make it.

"Ever think of sometimes just pickin' up and disappearing. Take what you know an try to run the show yourself?" He laughs and looks away from her then back to the ocean. "Ownin' a ship can put big ideas in your head, ya know that?" He was more or less rambling on at this point, slightly drunk. Where did his cigarette go- oh, hanging from his lips, right.

Zhavi · **06-30-2014, 10:59 AM**

Zhi had continued with a muttered "since I last had good smokes, too," at the tail end of the word 'forever,' but it fell beneath Jager's words. She wasn't sure if he heard her. Didn't really matter if he hadn't. There was a calmness in the room that she hadn't experienced for a while. A slow breeze moved in past the open window, stirring the warm air. It felt nice.

She reached out a hand to take the bottle, but was unable to quite reach it. Rather than make the effort to sit up, she simply left her arm outstretched, hand limp as she waited for him to tip it just a bit closer her way.

The first question he posed she didn't answer, choosing instead to remain silent as he kept talking. And he was talking, was more talkative than he'd been since she'd met him. She thought she knew what that meant, and because she owed him she didn't tease him for his apparent weakness, even if she thought it ridiculous that he should be so skittish about what had occurred.

His last question confused her. "I don't. . .want that," she said, thinking of Galleon and Thatcher. "But I want t' . . . call me own shots. Tired o'sleepin' wi' lice an' fleas."

Jager · **07-01-2014, 09:11 PM**

He'dhold it out no further than what he'd extended already. It was mostly because he wasn't looking, but if he had he'd have rolled his eyes and mocked her for needing to be babied this time around. Not that he could blame her, but he could take even more jabs; these to her ego. But his attention was scanning the coast, dark yellow eyes watched the row of lanterns sift in and out of darkness. That was his ship, Fortune's Dagger, drifting in and out of existence as it eluded any of Limsa's naval forces.

â€œIruttin' mean it, if you leave your fleas in my bed, I'm going to bruise those ribs again.â€ Joking, but his tone didn't express it. To anyone else, it would have came off as a dead serious threat. But to these two, it was casual banter. â€œA shame you don't bathe like a regular person. I'd offer you the bed on nights I weren't here.â€ He kept nothing valuable in here but his smokes and his drink. Give or take on the whores.

Thistime he'd glance over his shoulder at her and he'd lean away from the window. The air was cold, wet.. salty; inside his room, stale, warm.. smelled like low tide. That was all thanks to her. â€œHere-â€ Bottle presented, â€œIf you're interested in some extra work of my own, I could always take you aboard the ship. I run some grunt errands, but..â€ shrug, â€œPay is Pay.â€

Zhavi · **07-02-2014, 01:52 PM**

"Uh huh," Zhi's tone was just as flat. "What, I can't smell that sour. Been keepin' washed fer one o'me takes -- Cap'n don't seem t'like dirty streetrunners." Her words were slow, with frequent breaks. Even her lips throbbed. "So I gets me a scrub afore I see him. Can't be that bad."

She stretched that little bit more, and connected. The contents of the bottle were chugged, but not finished. She broke off with a gasp, and held it back up. "Once all o'this is done, I might take ye up on that. Mebbe. Long as yer coin's good."

Humor was present in her voice, but the smile was resisted.

"Fer now, I need ye t'toss th'room. Night's good; Styrm shouldn't be there at night."

Jager · **07-06-2014, 12:47 AM**

â€œFuckoff, if you're seriously going to question my coin against my word.â€ That line worked wonders in irritating him, so much that he'd even roll his eyes as he returned to the window. She was downing his bottle; he'd take hers instead. â€œBesides, you smell ruttin' awful. Why?â€ It was a legit question, too. Why did she always smell like low tide. The fleas, the lice, the hygiene.. or lack of it. She was a street runner, he got it. He was a street runner, too- but he didn't smell or look anywhere as bad as she did.

Shehad work, yet she lived in a hole- at least from what he'd seen. She had quick hands, yet she always wore ragged scraps that even a bum would be insulted to be seen in. And lastly, he was her contrast, the white to her black and she'd hadn't tried to dig on him since they met.

â€œI'lltoss the room before the sun rises, by the way. I'm going down for another bottle.. want one?â€ There was that awkward pause as he glanced back with a forced glare. â€œI think this one will compensate for the ribs, yeah?â€ Asshole.

Zhavi · **07-06-2014, 12:53 AM**

Zhi stared at Jager over the bottle. Her face was just starting to swell; red marks were starting to deepen and mature. In a day or two she would be a marvelous explosion of color.

"Ye still on about th'beatin'? Gerroff it. I asked ye to, what, ye think I'll change me mind an' start gabbin' at ye? Nothin' but yer own mind kickin' at ye over't. Gaw, I think yer snivelin's hurtin' worse'n th'beatin'."

Getting personal wasn't exactly her idea of a nice afterparty to their tangle in the street.

Jager · **07-06-2014, 01:03 AM**

He'djust roll his eyes and tossed the bottle that had been set for her on the table, over to where she lay in the bed. â€œShould have aimed for that jaw, I'm thinkin'.â€ He glances back long enough to see where exactly the bottle lands. Hopefully on her ridiculously large head. He'd end the night right then if that could happen.

â€œIain't snivilin', either. Just makin' sure you're able to complete your side of the job.â€ He slams the door behind him, not even bothering to stick around and listen for another snarky comment. She got under his skin when she tried for the last word. Somewhere along the way, he'd swing outside to enjoy a fresh smoke of his own from a fresh new bag before heading back up. A part of him just wanted to keep it to himself. The other part just wanted to pelt it at her face and be done with her for the night.

Hesure knew how to pick em'.

Zhavi · **07-06-2014, 01:07 AM**

"Ye did," she said. She rolled her open eye. It hurt. The bottle hit her in her shoulder, after she fumbled it. Depth perception, one eye -- the result was the same so she didn't put up a fuss about it. She finished up the one he'd handed her and went to work opening the new one.

What'd he want? He thought after they shared some fists and bruises she was going to tell her life story? What'd that even matter, anyways? It didn't affect her work, and that was all that was between them.

Work.

The bottle was empty by the time he returned.

Jager · **07-06-2014, 01:55 AM**

Whatdid he want? Hell, what had he expected? Like the awkward quality time spent with a much hated in-law, he was forced to endure her ripe stench and awkward aftermath of beating her down. â€œSo, how arethe kids? How is work? Did you talk to the home owners association about that dog pooping on your lawn again?â€ Yeah, it sounded alittle like that. 'Ever think of calling your own shots? How long you been doing this? Why do you stink?'

Sure.It was something like that. Something.

â€œAfterthis, you can get your own.â€ Both tobacco and booze were set on the table beside her bed, and his ass planted right beside them. He'd use it as a chair while putting his back once more to the woman so he could stare out into the dark horizon once more. He hadn't seen the lights on his ship for some time now. Days, almost a week.

â€œHeadingout after this, by the way.â€

Zhavi · **07-06-2014, 02:11 AM**

"Aw." Zhi propped her head up on her arm. Carefully. "Pity ran out?"

Not that she expected him to reply. She didn't give him time to. "Ye comin' back?"

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