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If the lower decks were all piss and vinegar, the upper decks only pretended to not be. And they did a poor job of it. She strolled through the Drowning Wench, giving a polite nod to the barkeep and scanning the tables and the bar for anything suspicious. Nothing too bad. Just the usual riff raff, the red head with her muscle at the bar, and the newcomers too stupid to realize they were being take for a ride by the city and hadn't even gotten their ticket yet.
As she headed out to the Aftcastle, she sighed. The night air felt too nice to be pissing about on duty.
"Kill them lazy thoughts, girl. Let yer guard down and get bit in the arse by one o' these black-hearted bastards." The thought was a command to refocus and that she did. She turned on her boot heel, turning to the Bismarck and walked with purpose. As she walked past one of the table she saw a couple of women standing, and looking about with mischief in their eyes, though they were dressed in fine clothing. And it was with that in mind that Melodia approached the two standing near the wall.
"Evenin' ladies." The words eased out of her mouth pleasantly as she rested a hand against the wall next to them. Her look was a judgemental one, part scorn, part pity. "Tell me, why not get a table....have some food. Standin' round here like this...people might get ideas, see."
The women stared at her with a mixture of disbelief and disgust. "Look we're not causing any trouble. We're just standing here. Now piss off." One of the two said with venom.
Melodia chuckled heartily and nodded. "Aye...standin' here. And pissin' me off. One an' the same." She leaned in close and registered a whispered hiss. "Think I don' recognize a pair o' whores when I see 'em? Here's a hint ladies. Fuck off and go home. Tell yer boss that these days'er over. An' if ye don't leave? I'll toss ye in the clink an' leave ye there for the other prisoners if ye bloody want to get a piece so bad." Her look was one of deadly seriousness, with hard face that denoted she was not one to bluff. She waited half a tick then watched as the two walked away very quickly and muttering under their breath hateful curses against her. She didn't even turn or adjust her position and said loud enough where they could hear, "Nice evenin' ladies. Stay out o' trouble."
She grinned to herself, pushing away from the way and turning to continue her patrol.
If the lower decks were all piss and vinegar, the upper decks only pretended to not be. And they did a poor job of it. She strolled through the Drowning Wench, giving a polite nod to the barkeep and scanning the tables and the bar for anything suspicious. Nothing too bad. Just the usual riff raff, the red head with her muscle at the bar, and the newcomers too stupid to realize they were being take for a ride by the city and hadn't even gotten their ticket yet.
As she headed out to the Aftcastle, she sighed. The night air felt too nice to be pissing about on duty.
"Kill them lazy thoughts, girl. Let yer guard down and get bit in the arse by one o' these black-hearted bastards." The thought was a command to refocus and that she did. She turned on her boot heel, turning to the Bismarck and walked with purpose. As she walked past one of the table she saw a couple of women standing, and looking about with mischief in their eyes, though they were dressed in fine clothing. And it was with that in mind that Melodia approached the two standing near the wall.
"Evenin' ladies." The words eased out of her mouth pleasantly as she rested a hand against the wall next to them. Her look was a judgemental one, part scorn, part pity. "Tell me, why not get a table....have some food. Standin' round here like this...people might get ideas, see."
The women stared at her with a mixture of disbelief and disgust. "Look we're not causing any trouble. We're just standing here. Now piss off." One of the two said with venom.
Melodia chuckled heartily and nodded. "Aye...standin' here. And pissin' me off. One an' the same." She leaned in close and registered a whispered hiss. "Think I don' recognize a pair o' whores when I see 'em? Here's a hint ladies. Fuck off and go home. Tell yer boss that these days'er over. An' if ye don't leave? I'll toss ye in the clink an' leave ye there for the other prisoners if ye bloody want to get a piece so bad." Her look was one of deadly seriousness, with hard face that denoted she was not one to bluff. She waited half a tick then watched as the two walked away very quickly and muttering under their breath hateful curses against her. She didn't even turn or adjust her position and said loud enough where they could hear, "Nice evenin' ladies. Stay out o' trouble."
She grinned to herself, pushing away from the way and turning to continue her patrol.
