Most of Zhi's weight was on her elbows as she folded her arms, her grin fading. Someone was heckling her from behind, taking hold of her left shoulder and shaking her. Her tail lashed side to side twice before she curled it around her thigh.
"Y'knew this blaggart? Why didn'tcha say summat! Tch, youngsters these days." The hand moved to her head, ruffling her hair.
The shaking stirred up the alcohol in her stomach, and she belched in the direction of that insufferable smile before ducking out from under the hand. She scowled over her shoulder at its owner, voice going high and whiny. "Aie, Faller, save th'gropin' fer yer wife."
She froze, words barely past her lips, as realization hit her. The scrag knew her? She faced him again, taking him in slow -- from the bandana to the boots he'd propped up on the table. No. She didn't know him.
"Y'ain't got naught t'grope, lass! Th'sot what tries t'grope ye'd be mistakin' ye fer a lad, mark me words!"
Zhi ignored Faller as he and his crew laughed, and narrowed her eyes at the man across the table. Why would he -- oh, of course. She'd planned on taking it easy that night, see what new rumors she could take, but. . . As she thought over whether or not to take it, she picked half-heartedly at a scab on her arm, working through her buzz to determine whether or not the take would be worth it. In the end, greed won out. Work was work.
"Yayabuko send ye? If that's how y'introduce yerself, I'll be takin' an extra fee fer me lost gil. Hey, scram," she turned and made shooing motions towards Faller and the few who remained around the table. "Go drink yer booze, I gots dealin' t'do."
Faller's first mate dragged him off, though not before getting one last cuff in on Zhi's ears -- she was something like a mascot for Faller's crew, along with a few of the other regulars; she'd been coming to Scuttlebutt since she was a snot-nosed brat, and many of them seemed blind to the fact that she wasn't a snot nosed brat any longer. Still, she tolerated it. Tongues got loose around snot-nosed brats, and she had no qualms with taking advantage of their easygoing affection.
With better things to do then listen to Zhi try out her patter on some new customer, the rest also started to turn away, leaving her and the stranger alone in a sea of gambling and vice.
"Y'knew this blaggart? Why didn'tcha say summat! Tch, youngsters these days." The hand moved to her head, ruffling her hair.
The shaking stirred up the alcohol in her stomach, and she belched in the direction of that insufferable smile before ducking out from under the hand. She scowled over her shoulder at its owner, voice going high and whiny. "Aie, Faller, save th'gropin' fer yer wife."
She froze, words barely past her lips, as realization hit her. The scrag knew her? She faced him again, taking him in slow -- from the bandana to the boots he'd propped up on the table. No. She didn't know him.
"Y'ain't got naught t'grope, lass! Th'sot what tries t'grope ye'd be mistakin' ye fer a lad, mark me words!"
Zhi ignored Faller as he and his crew laughed, and narrowed her eyes at the man across the table. Why would he -- oh, of course. She'd planned on taking it easy that night, see what new rumors she could take, but. . . As she thought over whether or not to take it, she picked half-heartedly at a scab on her arm, working through her buzz to determine whether or not the take would be worth it. In the end, greed won out. Work was work.
"Yayabuko send ye? If that's how y'introduce yerself, I'll be takin' an extra fee fer me lost gil. Hey, scram," she turned and made shooing motions towards Faller and the few who remained around the table. "Go drink yer booze, I gots dealin' t'do."
Faller's first mate dragged him off, though not before getting one last cuff in on Zhi's ears -- she was something like a mascot for Faller's crew, along with a few of the other regulars; she'd been coming to Scuttlebutt since she was a snot-nosed brat, and many of them seemed blind to the fact that she wasn't a snot nosed brat any longer. Still, she tolerated it. Tongues got loose around snot-nosed brats, and she had no qualms with taking advantage of their easygoing affection.
With better things to do then listen to Zhi try out her patter on some new customer, the rest also started to turn away, leaving her and the stranger alone in a sea of gambling and vice.
