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Zhavi · **07-09-2014, 11:06 PM**

Oh. No. He. Didn't.

True, Zhi picked up the coins automatically (habit from a lifetime spent scrounging for money would do that to you), but that didn't stop her ears from folding flat to her head, or a line of fur down her tail from puffing up. She pulled one of her legs back and jerked it forward, aiming at arm or side or hip or whatever was open to being pushed at by a foot.

"Ruttin' scrag, has yer cock scrambled yer head fer true? I can't leave th'room until I'm ready t'go an' see Lalataru! Ain't gonna risk bein' seen an' bendin' me own take over fer a blimmin' ass-ruttin'! Are ye deaf or jes daft?"

Jager · **07-09-2014, 11:27 PM**

He'd throttle the bitch, he swear he'd have to. Kick, shove, stomp- she did whatever she could to try and remove him from what was rightfully his; the bed. It was one thing to be put out for a few days, but another to be harassed so annoyingly for it, too. And to top things off, yeah, he just might have been thinkin with the wrong head. So scrambled or not, he practically growled his next words.

"I don't even ruttin' care about Lalataru at this point. Get out, or move over, Z."Â

Just minutes ago, he was pressed up against (and pressing against) the gal J had brought home. The poor little mi'quote was playing with fire, this is not how you handle a ticking time bomb who is blue in the luggage.Â

"Tomorrow we move on with it. And I swear if I have your fleas.. you're going out that window."

Itch. Itch. ITCH!

Zhavi · **07-09-2014, 11:50 PM**

A subvocal growl was Jager's reply to his demand, and then a grudging shift to the side. But not by too much. "No. I've others in on th'take, lookin' t'sweeten th'pot afore I move. Ain't feckin' this take, Jager. Yer own stubborn ass prattlin' at me or no."

She eyed him askance, more for the itching than the idiotic way he was acting. She hadn't been itching all that much. Why was he?

She slowly scooted a bit further away from him.

Jager · **07-10-2014, 12:00 AM**

Whatever buzz he had was killed for the night, and probably or the rest of the week, too! The captain crossed booth arms and legs while he laid with his feet stretched out far. He didn't even bother with kicking his boots off; these sheets needed to burn.Â

"Somethin', anythin' we're gettin' you a place of yer own. Not doing this anymore." Whether she scooted off far or moved in close, he wasn't budging an inch. His night was spent, ruined and thrown back in his face. There was no salvaging this, and right now his fucks were at an all time low; zero was an understatement. "You do whatever you will, I'm grabbin' some shuteye."Â

She was right, about the whole plan and all. Pushing it now would only compromise all parties involved, himself included. He was pissed, simple as that. He knew this, too, but try getting a drunken, sex-robbed captain to admit to the bullshit that came out of his mouth. She wasn't even apart of his crew and he about threw her into the sea. That window would have one jumping out, soon. He was sure of it.

Zhavi · **07-10-2014, 12:09 AM**

Zhi had no qualms about sleeping double with another person in the bed -- she had a dagger, after all, and wasn't afraid to use it if anything that she didn't like should happen. Not that it was likely to happen, but the dagger and her own pragmatism had long since chased away any anxiety she might have otherwise felt. As for propriety, well, that had been gone much longer. If she'd ever had it to begin with. Had she? She honestly couldn't remember.

Her stomach growled.

Zhi pushed and pulled herself out of the bed with several moans and epithets and piteous whines, and strode over to the door. She opened it, leaned out, and caught the girl (besotted fool) quickly walking away.

"Oy. Leila. Yeah, talkin' t'ye. Ye want yer coin? Go buy me food."

Jager · **07-15-2014, 03:50 PM**

Jager simply rolled his eyes beforeclosing them. He'd stretch out on the bed with both arms and legs crossed, uncaring of what became of the two by the door. Leila, as heated as she was, was liable to rush the damn runner and tear her down for robbing her of a well paid night. At least most of it was about the money, there was that bit about wanting to spend time with Jager, but he or she wouldn't elaborate.

â€œJust get it yourself, you lazyscab.â€ He yawns.

His scalp itched and he knew damn wellwhy; it enraged him to think about it, too. So he wouldn't. He wouldn't even scratch the damn thing, maybe instead he'd just cut the hair and kill them all off. Or, maybe he'd just shave the woman bald, instead. Maybe prevent her from getting them again. Either way, he takes up the right side of the bed and seems content enough with that.

â€œWhat happens if this plan doesn'twork?â€ He is so casually dismissive of all that has happened tonight. At least on the surface.

Zhavi · **07-15-2014, 04:02 PM**

Leila wasn't a fighter. But she was a woman, and she had her pride, and she was furious.

Zhi was counting on her. Zhi knew about Leila. More than Leila knew about Zhi. And as untrained a fighter as Zhi was, she still knew more about it then Leila. Even with her body stiff and sore. So, when Leila came stomping back, looking to slap Zhi or pull her hair or any other means of venting her frustration that was widespread gossip about the lass, Zhi sidestepped around and pushed her flush up against the doorframe, dagger-point up and under her chin.

"Get me food or don't get me food. Ain't such a big fuss, hey? But I swear on yer ol' mam if ye even so much as breathe a word that ye saw me here, there'll be tears shed an' they sure as scarlet won't be mine. Here's yer pay fer th'day, an' a tip asides. Come back in a few suns an' ye can spend a whole week wi' his worthless hide. Ain't skin off me tail. Understand?"

The knife-point dug into the lass' neck. Zhi held up the coin in her other hand, held it out. Leila's eyes were wide and glossy, but there was also something of a defeated air about her. Leila had been in plenty bad situations before. Leila knew what it was to be beaten. Leila knew a good deal when she saw one. She opened up one of her hands. The coin made a pretty sound as it fell into her palm.

"Hag," Leila spat when she was further down the hall and sufficiently out of reach. Zhi limped back inside and shut the door. She sighed.

"Now yer jes bein' a damn bother yerself. Bet ye fifteen gil ye won't see this side of her arse again, heh. Ye up fer a game o'dice? Ain't gonna be sleepin' now I've gone an' set everythin' t'achin'."

She sat down at his table, slowly shoving the empty bottles and cigarette stubs out of the way. "If I get meself killed, then Brindle will finish up me own part in it, and ye can pick up th'job wi' Thatcher. C'mon." She crooked a finger at him, expectant.

Jager · **07-15-2014, 05:47 PM**

Meanwhile,Jager sat somewhat propped against the headrest while he watched the exchange between whore and runner. Z was talking about their work, about him, about more.. And she didn't even need to elaborate. Her presence in this room right now far exceeded the reason to need to explain herself. He had admiration for everything he saw and heard, even down to the little prick against Leila's neck, compliments of the mi'quote's dagger. When the exchange was over, he'd quietly slide back down and crossed both arms behind his head. Jager closed his eyes and waited

Atfirst, he really didn't have anything to say. He was stuck in this loop, replaying her every word in his head, revisiting every sharp command and ever blunt insult. He wasn't quite sure what about it caught his eye tonight, but the whole thing was just so damn smooth. Even as beaten and defeated as she physically was, her words were as sharp as steel in order to get things done. He admired that. He enjoyed it.. maybe even on some level, found it attractive.

â€œMaybeone day, we'll go half's on one, eh?â€ Blatant sarcasm dripped off his tone. None the less, he sat up and moved towards the table. â€œIf you go and get killed, I'll most likely be removing myself from Thatcher's presence all together.â€ Shrug.

Zhavi · **07-15-2014, 06:41 PM**

"I'll be dead, so not like I'll care." Zhi shrugged one shoulder back at him, her grin lopsided. "Half. . .huh. Ye'd have t'find one that'd suit me, first."

Funny thing, that.

She looked from him to the table. "Ye gonna dice wi' me, 'r am I rollin' it alone?"

Jager · **07-15-2014, 06:45 PM**

â€œDidn'tfigure you'd be picky. You really are a pain in the ass.â€ He snickered before rolling on out of bed. â€œWhas'the matter? Leilia a little too feisty for you? Poor lass looked like she was ready to rip your ears off.â€ He can't help but laugh for a sec. He finds a seat shortly across form her and crosses his arms once more behind his head. â€œWhat are we playing? Hopefully not that damn game the kid was playing on the boat, few weeks back.â€

Zhavi · **07-15-2014, 06:49 PM**

Zhi shrugged. "There's some what goes fer that. Yer pick. Since I stole yer lass away from ye, an' all." She would have winked, but the swollen eye made that impossible. She pricked her ears forward instead, and let smugness leak from her smirk.

Jager · **07-15-2014, 06:57 PM**

"Your dice, your game. Pick." The mood in the air was difficult to read. He'd gone from drunkenly staggering up the stairs, ready to spend his evening with a woman, to tearing her away from his partner, to now sitting in for a game of dice. It was everything but neutral.. right? "What're we playin' and how much is on the line." He sighed out the sentence as if it were legal fineprint that had to be read, despite each other's obvious knowledge. He studied her while she set the table, he wasn't quite sure what it was- whatever thatÂ was, back there at the door. He knew now it wasn't attraction, at least not in the typical way one would be attracted to the opposite sex. It was clearly admiration, but on some level, perhaps more? He looked at her in a new light tonight, and he wasn't sure what in the hell had caused it; only that it took a few bruised ribs and a chased off whore to be the first spark.

Zhavi · **07-15-2014, 07:09 PM**

Zhi grunted. "Played Hazard? An' hey, ye don't have anythin' t'light up wi'? I'm dyin' fer a smoke." Her stare indicated this state of being was his fault.

Jager · **07-15-2014, 07:20 PM**

He fishes around for a book of matches in his front shirt pocket and throws it her way. Along with the match was a roll of papers, thin but long. "Where's the bag I left? Anything left? And aye, that's fine. No additional rules?"

Zhavi · **07-15-2014, 07:28 PM**

With a sigh of abject misery, Zhi pushed herself up from her seat and hobbled over to the items that had been tossed in her general direction before his temper had previously sent him from the room. It was entirely possible she was overexaggerating her limp, what with the way she carried on with it -- but eventually she made it back to her seat in one piece and handed him the bag. She procured a worn set of dice and slid them his way.

"First roll's yers. Aie, I had me own smoke fer when ye got back but. . ." she slowly looked up at him. "Yer carryin' on made me lose it."

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