-Age 16-
Everyone aside from the few on deck watch was sleeping. At this hour the stars would be out and Melodia would have a bit of peace, though was a bit inebriated. She crept up the stairs and out onto the deck and smiled. The night air was crisp and cool and the clear skies made for a beautiful scene.
And then she saw him from afar and smiled wide, quickly walking to the railing of the ship, attempting to sneak up on him. He didn't turn, but did speak in a hushed tone that also denoted a smile. "Given those footsteps, I'd wager it's either Mel or a herd of Goobbue arriving."
Tomas had always been a bit a smartass and she smiled behind him.
"Well, aint ye th' funny one." She approached the rail by his side and grinned. "What're ye doin' up s'late?"
"Getting some air. And you?" He replied looking over at her with a warm smile.
She blushed softly and nodded. "Aye....same." She had lied. She knew he was up there and had planned to be there at the same time, but he didn't need to know it.
Tomas laughed softly and nodded looking back to the stars. "Then I'm glad for your company. Can get lonely up here at times."
"Oh? A ladykiller like yerself? Lonely?" She made a mocking gesture waving dismissal but smiled as she edged closer to him.
He looked a little taken aback and grinned. "Byt the Twelve....you're drunk. How much, Mel? How much did you toss back this time?"
"Only a bit....a wee bit....maybe." With a giggle she made her fingers form into the shape of showing him a small amount, with the index finger and thumb very close.
"That is a lie, my dear. It's lucky we don't have a job tomorrow so that this won't be a problem."
She feigned offense. "I'll have ye know I c'n handle me liquor, love."
"Oh! It's 'love' now is it? I thought I was a ladykiller who only slept with whores." He jokingly said turning to face her.
Inching closer she giggled and tiptoed so she was near his height. "Maybe I do, silly boy...ye'll never be sure 'less ye make a move." She was red cheeked and moved her lips close to his and his eyes went wide.
"Tell me you are not trying to make a move on me while you are stone drunk?"
She backed away a step, truly looking hurt by his words. "But....I mean, I thought ye'd like...."
He sighed and shook his head. "Not like this, Mel....I can't with you....not like this." His own face went red and he turned to look at the stars again. "You should go back.....sleep it off."
She frowned and looked embarrassed. "Sl...sleep it off? Ye bastard!" She looked hurt with clinched teeth and angry, moist eyes she backed away a step, her index finger pointing from her hip in an upward motion. "I come here.....throw meself at ye...takin' a big feckin' chance.....an' ye turn me down an' tell me t' sleep it off?"
He replied with a calm voice, still hushed. "You're drunk, Mel....this isn't what you want."
"Why ye feckin' son of a bitch! An' how would ye reply had I been one o' them whores? Ye'd likely already be in the sack with her! I ask an' ye sen' me packin'? Who the hells do ye think ye are? An' HOW DARE YE?! I know wha' I wan'!" Her eyes were streaming tears and she was backing down the stairs. A couple of the tired men on deck were now staring. "Guess.....guess I'm jus' no' enough o' a whore fer ye Tomas."
She turned and began to walk below deck, tears streaming.
Everyone aside from the few on deck watch was sleeping. At this hour the stars would be out and Melodia would have a bit of peace, though was a bit inebriated. She crept up the stairs and out onto the deck and smiled. The night air was crisp and cool and the clear skies made for a beautiful scene.
And then she saw him from afar and smiled wide, quickly walking to the railing of the ship, attempting to sneak up on him. He didn't turn, but did speak in a hushed tone that also denoted a smile. "Given those footsteps, I'd wager it's either Mel or a herd of Goobbue arriving."
Tomas had always been a bit a smartass and she smiled behind him.
"Well, aint ye th' funny one." She approached the rail by his side and grinned. "What're ye doin' up s'late?"
"Getting some air. And you?" He replied looking over at her with a warm smile.
She blushed softly and nodded. "Aye....same." She had lied. She knew he was up there and had planned to be there at the same time, but he didn't need to know it.
Tomas laughed softly and nodded looking back to the stars. "Then I'm glad for your company. Can get lonely up here at times."
"Oh? A ladykiller like yerself? Lonely?" She made a mocking gesture waving dismissal but smiled as she edged closer to him.
He looked a little taken aback and grinned. "Byt the Twelve....you're drunk. How much, Mel? How much did you toss back this time?"
"Only a bit....a wee bit....maybe." With a giggle she made her fingers form into the shape of showing him a small amount, with the index finger and thumb very close.
"That is a lie, my dear. It's lucky we don't have a job tomorrow so that this won't be a problem."
She feigned offense. "I'll have ye know I c'n handle me liquor, love."
"Oh! It's 'love' now is it? I thought I was a ladykiller who only slept with whores." He jokingly said turning to face her.
Inching closer she giggled and tiptoed so she was near his height. "Maybe I do, silly boy...ye'll never be sure 'less ye make a move." She was red cheeked and moved her lips close to his and his eyes went wide.
"Tell me you are not trying to make a move on me while you are stone drunk?"
She backed away a step, truly looking hurt by his words. "But....I mean, I thought ye'd like...."
He sighed and shook his head. "Not like this, Mel....I can't with you....not like this." His own face went red and he turned to look at the stars again. "You should go back.....sleep it off."
She frowned and looked embarrassed. "Sl...sleep it off? Ye bastard!" She looked hurt with clinched teeth and angry, moist eyes she backed away a step, her index finger pointing from her hip in an upward motion. "I come here.....throw meself at ye...takin' a big feckin' chance.....an' ye turn me down an' tell me t' sleep it off?"
He replied with a calm voice, still hushed. "You're drunk, Mel....this isn't what you want."
"Why ye feckin' son of a bitch! An' how would ye reply had I been one o' them whores? Ye'd likely already be in the sack with her! I ask an' ye sen' me packin'? Who the hells do ye think ye are? An' HOW DARE YE?! I know wha' I wan'!" Her eyes were streaming tears and she was backing down the stairs. A couple of the tired men on deck were now staring. "Guess.....guess I'm jus' no' enough o' a whore fer ye Tomas."
She turned and began to walk below deck, tears streaming.
