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OttoVann · **09-19-2014, 02:35 PM**

"Otto!" she says as I open the door and match her gaze. She doesn't ask to be let in she typically leaps at me from the doorway as soon as she can, embracing my waist in a typical hug. This always prompts me to wrap one arm around her upper body, near her shoulders, and hug back with one arm as I use my free hand to pet her hair - always eliciting that purr she's perfected. After a moment passes she pulls away slightly to look up at me , smiling even with her eyes as she intentionally runs a finger from the start of my chest, down my abdomen in full to tease at me. I just love it when women throw themselves at me, even friends. It does something to the male ego that is worth cherishing.

Before she gets a chance to speak I always ask her if she's ready to melt in my mouth like a good chocolate cat. This always get a laugh out of her and "Sorry, but you're a slut". Well she isn't wrong, but I don't get offended by her loving description of me. I've even come to appreciate it.

"No ones around to talk to, so I'd thought I'd drop by my fav highlanders' place for some one on one time? You know talk and stuff like we normally do...". I can talk, I love it when she comes over to talk. Why? Its usually a good excuse to see her in a swimsuit as we spend quality time in my tub, soaking in the heat and discussing whatever comes to our minds. That and I know she has a bit of an infatuation with large men like me, and loves to rub my shoulders. Hard to say know to a woman like this when they want to put their hands on you even if it isn't lascivious.

I waste no time pulling away from her as I turn to walk back across my room to my Star Globe that I have sitting beside my main couch. Its something I put together myself, though admittedly I hired a an immensely skilled painter to adorn it with the various constellations in the sky and their relative locations are surprisingly accurate. This though, isn't your typical globe. I've made it where it opens up, breaking at the equator to reveal a few choice liquors in crystal decanters that I bought at some auction held by the Patricians of Ul'Dah. These decanters are one of the few things I own that I did not personally craft, my pride and ego won't even let me wear socks not produced by me.

I reach for my favored cognac, something palatable for us both since Lhea isn't a terribly heavy drinker. I only need one glass though, we don't mind sharing from the same glass as we sit and discuss whatever we feel like.

[To be continued...]

OttoVann · **09-19-2014, 03:59 PM**

I'd never tell her, but I really just wanted an excuse to start drinking, heavily. As I walk over to the tub she knows the drill well enough to disrobe herself, revealing her swimsuit underneath. I knew she'd be wearing it its half the reason she came over. Seeing her brown body in its black swimsuit is so refreshing. Still though the thought of seeing that dark brown, dark haired beauty in next to nothing gets me to stop in my tracks if only for a moment as I breathe deeply through my nose, exhaling as I look her over fully. She really does take care of that figure, better than anyone I know.

I waste no time in setting the decanter and glass on the corner of my tub as my hands deftly reach for my belt, pulling its buckle loose with ease, not even needing to look or use more than one hand anymore. A quick tug to the clasp holding my pants up, and at once they fall to my feet as I step out of them and once again re-enter the water. Lhea wouldn't mind seeing me in the nude but I opt to leave my smallclothes on. Besides if I know her the first thing shes going to do in stand in front of me as I relax on the bench, giving me a moment to admire her before taking her place on my lap as we start to drink in earnest.

As usual I'm not wrong and she sits in her familiar spot, landing on my with a bit of a hop, as I pour the glass full of the deeply aromatic amber colored liquor and immediately drain half of it. Two full sips, drinking the 'expensive' liquor with no pomp or circumstance, eager to let it mix in with my 'sugar' from earlier enhancing how I currently feel. She takes the glass from my hand after I am through and just barely takes a sip, the contents of the glass hardly streaming into her mouth as she twitches her ears, still unaccustomed to drinking something heavy, especially this early in the morning.

Eager to lose a bit more of my sobriety, I cup my hands, holding Lhea's with the glass in her hand as I bring our hands up to my mouth, draining the rest of the glass at once. Approximately four onze's of liquor in moments. It sits on my stomach with a heat as it all goes down, churning my breakfast about. I won't lie, even someone like me who drinks enough to kill lesser men, even with much all at once will make the stomach go into turmoil. I always drink too much too fast, but I'm a busy man with little time and I have a need to not be sober most hours of most days as I work and womanize, socialize, and terrorize those who need it.

[Post in progress. To be continued...]

Coatleque · **09-19-2014, 05:13 PM**

(( It's like the side of Master Vann I've always knew existed but never wanted to know about... I can't stop reading... ))

Oscare · **09-19-2014, 05:16 PM**

((I'm so glad I caught up! I love it \o/! It's a refreshing perspective.))

Lhea Korolon · **09-19-2014, 10:56 PM**

(( otto knows me so well!! but i can't help but blush alittle!! *laughs* lurv my fav highlander <3333 ))

OttoVann · **09-20-2014, 12:10 PM**

Lhea gives me a half-hearted smile, disapproving my of drinking habit but she knows in the grand scheme of things its relatively minor to real problems that she has seen me barely survive and deal with. With one hand Iâ€™m petting the top of her head again, drawing out the purr she canâ€™t help to contain â€“ while with the other hand I pick up the decanter to refill our glass again. However, this time I donâ€™t bother filling it up, barely at all actually. Only enough for her as I take the decanter to my lips and start to drink from it directly.

â€œOtto!â€ â€œ Really?â€ Yes Lhea really, but this isnâ€™t the first or last time she has seen me drink like a drunkard so after that she gets to nursing her own drink while she sits in my lap, giving a slight grind to her hips every once in a while to tease me like she always does. Sheâ€™s the only woman that teases me and gets away with it, a secret well-kept from the outside world.

Frankly what we discuss isnâ€™t all that exciting. I always ask how she is with her boytoys though. She has so many young men wrapped around her fingers it almost impresses me. Most young men in Ulâ€™Dah arenâ€™t used to seeing such features in a woman, and a Miqo no less that knows how to dress and maintain themselves â€“ they stand no chance. She will always ask me how my whores are doing; one to be demeaning about it but it doesnâ€™t bother me in the slightest. She is right; some of them are indeed paid whores. Sometimes a man doesnâ€™t care about the chase, and cares more about getting exactly what he wants in exactly the right way. When you pay true professionals of the craft the amount of money I do, you always walk away satisfied â€“ assuming you can walk when itâ€™s all said and done.

Even though what we discuss is rarely terribly interesting, weâ€™re friends and friends take the time from their busy days to speak to one another. Soon enough Lhea rises from the water, usually flicking me with her lion-shaped tail once, as she saunters behind me sitting on the edge of the tub to massage my shoulders as we keep talking. Lhea is a small woman so she has to use both hands for one of my shoulders, but we both know she loves doing it. She has a deep-seated passion for masculinity and loves to see me without much on. Though that feeling is mutual and the less she wears the happier I am.

Its about that time I can tell. I glance over to my ridiculous looking Carby clock and see that the day is growing a bit short. Iâ€™ve got people to do, things to see, and places to be. With a heavy sigh I let Lhea know that for now I need to be off.

â€œGoing to spend time with a slut I betâ€. For once sheâ€™s wrong. I just want to get out of my room, I awoke hours ago and itâ€™s time for me to get dressed, look my best, and let the world know of my presence.

[To be continued...]

OttoVann · **09-22-2014, 01:19 PM**

Lhea isn't one to bemoan much when its her time to go. She knows that I love her dearly as a friend and she feels the same to me so when I tell her I have places to be she lets me go without much fuss. She dries off, I simply airdry the best you can with a pair of wet smallclothes on while I stand behind her watching her get dressed until its time for the corset. Like the true and proper gentleman that I am I help her tighten it up to get those breasts of hers to pop and slim that waist to a seductive level, though my hands are a bit sloppy I'm high and drunk at this point but I've gotten used to operating at a productive level with all of this in my system. She turns, hugs and kisses me on my cheek and soon enough leaves with a lingering goodbye wave of her hand as she exits.

As soon as the door is closed I strip out of my wet silk and linen bottoms and change into a fresh pair, kicking off the wet pair uncaring as to where they land. A fresh pair of bottoms later, I reach to put my pin-striped pink pants on and then my shoes. I custom make my shoes from existing patterns with slightly different materials that help achieve maximum attention on me when I walk into a room. First I only use whitened dodore leather. Its a status symbol, when most people adventure through the elements, being able to wear pure white leather dress shoes says a lot about what you can and can't afford. Secondly, I take the bottom of the soles and use a much harder leather on the sole near the toe-cap. Superficially the shoe looks the same with the harder rubber, but the clapping noise they make as I walk on hard surfaces always turns a couple of heads. You know a lot of people underestimate the power an audible stride can make. Our minds can most definitely hear the difference between a man walking casually and a man with purpose, a man walking with peace on his mind or fury. As vain as it sounds I give my shoes more work and attention than most people give to their entire outfit, its who I am after all. I didn't get to the top by wearing any old thing and simply selling my wares out of a shop stall like a second rate artisan.

After tying my shoes tight I walk over to my largest couch where I set my coat and start to put it on. Most days I take off and put my clothes on several times a day since Im not one to turn down casual encounters with whoever I run into throughout the day. I dont even look down as I fasten my button up to my neck. My fingers most deftly, the process second nature at this point as I look forward at my clock simply starting at it. Once my coat is on I reach down to the hanger and get my typical bow tie, silk and striped in white and black. Once again I don't even look down as I expertly tie it, cinching it to my neck as I fluff it out. Most days I wear a tie due to the usefulness of it more than anything. I will always be eternally surprised at the amount of women who enjoy having their hands bound behind their back by a mans neck tie as you dance in the sheets with them. Its as much as a fashion statement as it is a tool of the trade at this point.

Fully clothed, I walk to my desk, my shoes clicking as they should against my marble floors. I put my finger in my mouth to wet it, digging around in my little bowl of 'sugar' to coat it and get one last taste for the road. I reach for my little red coral ear rings I fashioned myself, my typical nez styled red lensed glasses and put them both on with a smile on my face as I get my wallet and head for the door, eager to head to Ul'Dah and see what the day brings before my appointment with Lucy later that night. I just can't wait.

[Work in progress. To be continued...]

OttoVann · **09-26-2014, 03:40 PM**

The Quicksand. The home of the Adventurer's Guild for Ul'Dah, a bar, and so much more. The proprietor is a Lalafell known as Momodi â€“ a bossy little woman who loves to speak frankly but runs a clean establishment all the same. Courtesans come and go looking for and finding clients throughout the day, drug peddlers shadily sit in corners 'shaking hands' with their customers. Adventurers, mercenaries, drunkards, brass-blades, SultanSworn, private guards; this massive corner of Ul'Dah has it all and I just love going to it, daily if I can help it. I usually stick out like a sore thumb in this place which is half the reason I come here. So few men in Ul'Dah can or even know how to wear a suit and properly dress, it almost makes the chase too easy for me and I always get shown the a proper amount of respect.

As I walk into the bar, pushing the heavy doors open with my arms out wide as I part them, the smells and aromas of unwashed adventurers, stale food, cheap whores, gut-rottingly bad booze all my hit me at once and I can't help but smile. It's offensive, but I've grown a bit used to it. The doors opening and closing stir the dusty and stale air, swirling it around as I enter the boor and approach a free spot on a railing that surrounds the inner seating area of the bar. I lean over the real, elbows propped against it as I remove my nez-styled glasses and scan the room. It's a bit dark inside here, and today it's crowded to its usual capacity. After looking over the crowd I notice a familiar face standing guard like she typically does at that same pillar. She's a SulstanSworn and stands out like a small beacon against the dark and damp feeling of the Quicksand. I observe her for a moment, paying attention to see if she is busy and once I determine she's not I begin to make my way over to her to say my hellos.

The SultanSworn's name is Coatleque Crofte. I never really learned how to say her first name so I avoid it entirely by referring to her simply as Crofte. She's built like a proper highland woman, clear muscle and definition on her frame with some obvious strength to her. She's also quite tall for a hyur woman, measuring in at I would guess around 5'10 or so. When I am privileged enough to see her outside of that armored uniform and in a proper dress, she has wide hips, an ample bosom, and firm shoulders. Like I said a true Highland woman, one many men would love to have at their side in combat or in their bed.

Luckily for us all Crofte not only has the assets to be a proper woman of my kind, but she also has quite the looks to her. She is indeed a pretty young woman. Her skin is fair and lacks scars, she keeps herself clean and what little makeup she wears is always neat and well applied around her eyes; Crofte prefers pink hues for eye shadow to surround those green irises of hers. Her red and orange colored hair is usually kept in a long ponytail that flows down her back between her shoulders. She is particular with her bangs, one side always hanging loosely to cover an eye and portion of her cheek with the other side of her bangs brushed back and tucked to the side behind an ear. Crofte usually wears pink-diamond ear rings and if she wears lip gloss the color is light and natural. I personally find her to be beautiful but I learned long ago to not have anything other than a professional interest in her. Fortunately for me, Crofte was gracious when she turned down my advances.

[work in progress...to be continued...]

OttoVann · **09-29-2014, 01:14 PM**

I first met Crofte months ago after being a relative newcomer to Ul'Dah and its business. She intervened in a nasty bit of business I had with some slut-thief of a woman known as Cerii. Cerii had stolen my pants and shoes out in the wild and while I won't go into much detail on how and why that came about, lets just say I managed to run into the wench in the Quicksand. True enough I was fresh from walking all the way back to Ul'Dah and as I was headed to The Quicksand to enter my room I happened to see her and stormed across the bar in my smallclothes and suit jacket to confront her. Again I will spare the details but after a very large and loud shouting match with the thief-bitch, Crofte stepped in to put it all to rest. She reimbursed me my twenty-thousand gil for the lost pants and shoes and took the harpy into custody though I don't know what came of that.

After all of that had happened and I found some time to cool down I realized I was a bit hot-headed with the Lady Crofte and more than a little rude to her. She rightfully should have slapped me in the mouth with a mailed hand but kept her composure and was the epitome of professional and also a bit gorgeous I quickly noted. I immediately started putting together plans for her, one asking her to dinner, two using those incredible looks for my gain, and three just figuring out what the hell she was. Its not everyday someone can stand up to me while I am fucking furious and not wither from the experience. However, all of this aside, I'm quickly approaching Crofte so we'll just have to go over our history another time.

As I approach her I know she has seen me because she's got a bit of a habit of taking in a deep breathe as subtle as she can. I always see it though since the armor around her breast area rises ever so slightly - more than usual. I personally don't think she despises me, or is scared of me, but all the same she has a habit of 'preparing' to speak to me. I like to attribute it to her having a deep-seated attraction to me though I think that way about everyone in their regards to me.

Crofte also has the custom of speaking as 'properly' as possible with me and goes out of her way to mask that accent and natural enunciation that is clearly not from Ul'Dah. I may have lost a majority of my hearing as I've gone through life, but even half-deaf I can hear she hides it and at one point I was ever so bold and asked her about it and she was...most upset. I've learned to just disregard it and take to interacting with her as she is versus what I know.

As I walk up beside Crofte I always mime her pose. She's either standing with her hands on the side of her hips as she scans the room and stands solemnly or her arms are across across her chest as she guards. Today her hands are on her hips and I'm quick to mimic her. I never speak to her right away, I simply stand silently and scan the room as she does, smiling all the while as I let a few moments pass.

[To be continued...]

OttoVann · **10-10-2014, 03:27 PM**

It's hard for me to say why I always make it a point of speaking with the Lady Crofte. Sure she is attractive and that's a good enough excuse as any, however, I've learned over the weeks and months of coming here she almost exclusively responds in the same way to the same questions. It's a challenge to get too much idle chat out of her. Even when I had the rare privilege of her sitting across from me for lunch one fateful day, I felt as if I was goading her to speak about herself or any subject with more than a few words.

I think the biggest reason I am drawn to her is that in a city like Ul'Dah where literally everything and everyone schemes in ways that are less than idealistic, she simply shows up to work and performs her sworn duties. She is under no delusions of grandeur like so many of her colleagues, she has no desire for increased power or station, unless given to her by The Sultana. She's clung to being a SultanSworn to give herself purpose and she contents herself with that. Simple and admirable. I'd like to convert her to a friend of mine one day. Its refreshing having people like her in Ul'Dah.

All the same I can't help myself and finally speak to her after letting the moments pass. Always one to turn to me and offer a bit of a smile. We go through our motions, her day has gone well. She's staying safe as always. Ul'Dah sis as awful as always. My businesses are doing well and I am looking as handsome and debonair as always. After I give her my brief interrogation and she obliges me â€“ I simply leave her be. I excuse myself, always telling her I will let her get back to her pillar and she always tells me â€œTwelvespeed to you Lord Vannâ€.

Indeed 'Twelvespeed' to me as I leave her side and walk to the bar thatâ€™s close by knocking on it once to get Momodi's attention. As she is preparing my usual mug of water I reach to my pocket to remove one of the familiar tiny silken bags that contain more of my 'sugar'. I'm a busy man and I'm already feeling tired and its barely two bells past noon. I don't think I spend more than a few hours a night asleep when I'm lucky. I've got too many women to enjoy, too much business to maintain, too much politicking to do, and way too many schemes to machinate for my gain and enjoyment.

As Momodi slides my water across the table I pull the tiny pouch open, loosening the twine wrapped around the pink silk and dump the contents into my water. Momodi knows, but she also knows that I mean no harm and simply need my medicine to help get through the day. I usually just take tablespoons of this stuff and consume it instantly, placing all of my dose in my mouth at once and washing it quickly with water for that massive jolt to kick-start me, but during the day like this I prefer to have it sit in my water and gradually take it in. It makes the water taste like the most bitter poison you can imagine and I drink it this way on purpose almost like a self-punishment for leading such a lascivious and debauched lifestyle. Maybe one day I'll get tired of drinking water this way and for once sleep for more than a couple of hours. Today will not be that day though considering what Ridley lined up for me tonight.

As I sit at the bar, drinking the terrifically bad water, I ponder a moment the other Paladins in Ul'Dah that aren't Crofte. Most of them are rather useless to a man like me. Most of them are seemingly useless in service to Her Majesty and Ul'Dah as well. The large majority of them don't even attempt to wear their uniform, that Gallant armor that admittedly has quite the legendary reputation. Its a privilege to have it bestowed and most of the Sworn would rather never been seen with it, regardless of their oath. I think you would find more Free Paladins wanting to wear their Gallant suits and I think they do. A man like me sits on the outskirts of the most powerful and influential people in Ul'Dah and always will, this doesn't stop me from making use of everyone I can though. I need more Paladins to view me in a favorable light and I intend to make it happen.

First though I need to finish this water and head over to the various 'Lanes' in Ul'Dah and soak in the sights of people doing business, peddling their wares, and pay a personal visit to my stalls and businesses. Playing around with Royalists is one thing, but business is always more important.

[To be continued...]

**Unnamed Mercenary** · **10-10-2014, 03:41 PM**

As always, it's ben a fun read and refreshing perspective.Â

...where your rich friends at?

OttoVann · **10-10-2014, 04:28 PM**

(10-10-2014, 03:41 PM)Unnamed Mercenary Wrote: As always, it's ben a fun read and refreshing perspective.Â

...where your rich friends at?

(soon m8)

OttoVann · **10-15-2014, 03:19 PM**

As I finish up my water, I stand and knock on the counter once to get Momodi's attention. I leave behind a mere ten-thousand gil â€“ enough for a drink of water and enough to let Momodi use the overpay to help keep things afloat on her end. She uses the extra gil I leave behind to pay off the tabs of people that I have selected; charity of sorts. Its surprising how many people stay at Momodi's establishment with no real way of paying her back.

While I am standing I take the time to tighten my bowtie and put my glasses back on to protect from the harsh light of the Thanalan sun and also because I feel their red lenses match my rose-pink colored suit so well. With that I turn to leave, my shoes clicking against the floor, or so they would if I had the chance to walk far.

â€œWhat kind of a man walks around Ul'Dah in a pink suit?â€ the nameless young Miqo male asks me. He is and small and wiry like all of his kind, easily sitting at 60 ponz less than me in mass and 6 ilms shorter at the minimum. He's sitting at the bar, head turned up to me as I tower over him, grinning and intentionally showing those teeth of his as if a man like me should feel threatened or intimated by him. I'm partially deaf but I'm not stupid, he is taunting me and wondering how I am going to handle him.

This isn't the first time I've been asked such a question and its not the last. It almost surprises me how many 'men' make it a point to try and challenge or insult my sense of style; as if they will ever posses the authority or wherewithal to speak to me over fashion and what I should wear. I regard him and his inquiry for the briefest of moments, pulling my bright red cotton gloves tight on my hand and simply turn my back to him and begin to walk away. I try to anyways but this cocksure half-man is unreasonably persistent and reaches a hand out to grab me by the arm to stop me from walking away. Its a dangerous thing for anyone to do, putting their hands on me â€“ especially little boys like this Miqo who are half my size and none of my fury.

Admittedly I respond to his becoming physical with me poorly. I don't actually say anything at first, I just look down to him from over my shoulder, teeth gnashed and exhaling heavily through my nostrils as I contemplate how I should deal with him. I make the deeply generous choice of ignoring his transgressions as I try to pull my arm away from him, saying â€œExcuse meâ€ in a flat tone and try to pull my arm out of his grasp to continue about my day. I'm not about to let boy-sized Miqo derail me from my plans to go shopping and pay personal visits to my businesses. However this one is determined to disturb my routine and doubles-down, tightening his grip on my arm and jerking it back.

Its hard to express how fucking furious this makes me. A child-sized and child-like Miqo putting their hands all over me, insulting my attire, and then having the audacity to not let go as I politely try and excuse myself. No one puts their hands on me, ever. If Ridley were here she would be beating this boy like a drum over all of this. Alas I am alone here and it falls to me to teach this young man the necessities of rendering proper customs and courtesies in this world, especially to men like me.

[To be continued...]

OttoVann · **10-17-2014, 01:14 PM**

Before I decide what I want to do with this stranger and how I intend to go about it I have to remind myself that most people in this world lack a sense of scale. In truth I do not always fully appreciate scale, though over the last year of my meteoric rise to fame, power, and wealth â€“ I have come to finally begin to grasp what true scale is. It is always fascinating when I have impromptu lessons on true scale. A lot of people, especially men like this Miqo clinging to my arm, can't count to a million or even comprehend the enormity of that number. The proof is obvious most days, ask a person on the street what they could do with a million gil and if they manage to speak a word its usually along the lines of 'I don't know'.

This man is hanging onto my left arm and holding surprisingly tight. With a defeated sigh I look down at him and take a seat back in my bar stool, sitting on it sideways to regard him face to face. He begins to almost purr out to me giving an air of satisfaction, his eyes smiling equally with the rest of his frame as his ears are happily twitching atop his head. He feels he has dominated me, at least thatâ€™s the read I get from him, especially after he makes a show of releasing my arm as if he had the strength to pull it off somehow. As he does this I roll my eyes only enough to appear as if I am relieved as I knock on the bar once, grabbing the fresh but familiar barmaid that is taking Momodi's place for now. I make eye contact with her, gesturing with two fingers to indicate my usual alcoholic drink so that this gentlemen and I may share a one.

With one sharp inhale through my nose and a curt exhale from my mouth I ask the man simply â€œWho are you, and what do you want?â€ I am firm, and there is no tone of submission.

The man in his ridiculous sounding purr lets me hear some of this heavy accent, a tribal inflection as he rolls his words â€œMmmmm my name is K'lo Nunh. Maybe you forgot mmm, but I asked you a question of my own. Now I shall ask you two questions. What kind of a man wears pink, and what is your name you bald, pale freak.â€ He makes it a point to really enunciate that word 'freak', a shame. I lean to the side a bit, propping my left elbow on the bar as I sit and relax a little keeping him the center of my world.

â€œWell K'lo, my name is Otto Vann. I wear a pink suit because I like the color and I find it befitting to myself and my personality, soft and eye-catching.â€ I would say more but we are interrupted by the cheery barmaid as she slides us a glass each of whisky. Nothing special about it at all, though I do wish I had some of my medicine to put in it right now.

â€œAnyways, you know my name and you now are privy as to why I wear this fine suit, a suit I made myself...â€ Instantly I know as soon as I say this he is going to pounce and further insult me. If am so bold as so to share extraneous information with him like the fact that I tailored my own suit, he is going to try and push the envelope further and remind me that he is in charge now. If I couldn't read him backwards and forwards I may enjoy someone with enough bravado to touch me but this man will undoubtedly prove to be a simple bully.

Sure enough he cuts me off, â€œDid I ask you who made it bald-man? Mmm...â€ is all he says as he trails his words off and takes the drink set in front of me by the barmaid.. He swirls it once before knocking it back, unceremoniously swallowing it all in one gulp as he slams the glass back on the bar. He wastes no time in taking his drink, and holding it again to sniff it. This time though he makes a point to swirl it several times, taking a small sip from it as he gently sets his glass down to match my gaze â€œThank you for the drinks bald-man Otto. You asked me what do I want, mmm I wanted a drink that is all. Why else would I come to a bar eh?â€ He finally looks away from me for a moment as he shakes his head, muttering â€œStupid hyurâ€.

At this point I've tolerated him enough. I match his gaze, keeping a genuine curiosity as I look him over one last time. I know little of this race, I can't tell if he is a 'Keeper' or a 'Seeker'. He has the surname of Nunh and if I recollect this means he is used by the women of his tribe for mating purposes. He is also small, maybe sitting at a proud 66 ilms at the most and if he is lucky weighing in at 140 ponz. Truthfully there isn't a lot for me to go off. I'm a giant compared to him and I am positive I could snatch the life out of him with ease if I wanted to but I'm just not that kind of man most days. Besides the lovely Coatleque Crofte is still on patrol at her pillar. I donâ€™t think I would mind her putting me in handcuffs but I would rather that happen later in the day. All the same I have people to do, things to see, and places to be. I have no time for games with half-men.

[To be continued...]

OttoVann · **10-17-2014, 08:10 PM**

â€œK'lo, do you know how much those drinks cost that I just ordered?â€ I ask him this with sincerity, I never show my rage. I just make sure to use it to its fullest effects.

K'lo looks at me slightly confused, not ready for the shift in conversation. He gives me an incredulous look as he asks sharply â€œWhat?â€

I repeat myself now, â€œI asked you, how much do you think that liquor costs that you just drank?â€ I make sure to asj a little more slowly, but not to the point of insulting him, being clear and concise.

It's obvious from the look on his face he is unsure what to say or do. He takes a few moments to answer but in typical arrogant fashion K'lo replies â€œMmm I have no idea. It would be most wise for you to not tell me I am stuck with the tab either. Bad things happen to stupid hyur that cross Nunh.â€ It is so hard to no roll my eyes here but I persist and stay the course.

â€œThey cost 16 gil total K'lo. What do you think of that?â€ I genuinely have no idea how K'lo will answer but he is about to reveal a lot about himself me whether he knows it or not.

â€œAhh, well if you are asking me what I think I will happily tell you. One, you should be careful not to speak out of turn to me again.â€

It is so hard for me to not strangle this man where he sits right now.

â€œTwo, mmmm, 16 gil for city-swill like that? Very pricey. Maybe that's why you ordered it to impress me with your fancy suit and your deep pockets eh?â€

I sort of cant my head slightly, eyes closed as I give the slightest shrug to my shoulders. As I open my eyes, the facade is gone and the irritation is apparent. I turn in my stool, facing the bar fully and hold up a hand to grab the barmaid's attention.

â€œI would like my usual. Make it a double, put it on ice and grind a little sugar into it as well for me.â€

This makes the barmaid stammer a moment â€œAh Mr. Vann, a drink like that with ice will cost 55 gil. Shall I put it on your tab?â€

A slight nod is all I give her as I start to totally ignore the man to my right, making him obviously seethe at least for a moment.

K'lo snarls to me â€œDid I ask for sugar in my drink, or gods-forsaken ice for that matter? You've ruined it! What kind of a fool pays nearly 60 damn gil for a ridiculous drink like that?â€

Now I put on the act of shock and surprise myself â€œYou can't afford a 55 gil drink sir? I figured a proud Nunh like yourself could afford ten such drinks. Besides the drink isn't for you, its a prop.â€ I cut my words short as the barmaid hands me my drink. She put it in a crystal tumbler, with that giant orb of ice sitting in the middle of the drink to keep it cold and to melt a little water into the mixture. A rather fine and pompous display, exactly what I needed.

â€œMaster K'lo, what do you do for a living? I was surprised with that grip of yours. It felt as if I couldn't even escape.â€ An obvious lie but I'm still feeling him out before I make my mark on him and finally depart for that shopping I've had my mind on for the past few minutes at the Sapphire Exchange.

â€œMmm, I am a /mercenary/â€ He makes a concerted effort to really roll the word mercenary off his tongue, obviously proud of considering himself such. I turn back on my stool, with my 'expensive' drink in hand and regard him as he mentions his line of work. I don't drink from the glass I just simply hold it in my gloved hand, resting it against my leg.

â€œInteresting line of work K'lo, do you swing a sword around perhaps? If you would be so kind as to entertain me, tell about your most lucrative contract or assignment you've taken on so far.â€ I finally drink from my crystal glass, taking only a slight slip, enough to get the flavor on my tongue. I don't want to taste any sort of alcohol right now. I look to the Miqo with legitimate expectation to be impressed, knowing he won't be able to.

He takes a moment to consider me and my sudden interest in him. As he watches me sip from my own tumbler he takes his glass of whisky he had yet to finish from my first order and sips it as well. â€œWell bald-one, I was once paid a handsome sum of 700 gil to 'take care' of this little-lords problem. He had a man he wanted hurt so I did the hurting. Mmm understand?â€

I can never believe my ill-fortune at times. This Miqo is coming to me acting like some sort of supreme hardass and he thinks highly of himself for earning 700gil by most likely ambushing someone from behind to hurt them? I get tired of the hustle and bustle of the city sometimes.

[to be continued...]

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