Who lives in a pineapple under the sea? (Open to any) Nov 27, 2017 20:25:57 GMT
Post by Lorne De'Verdill on Nov 27, 2017 20:25:57 GMT
The Hollow Heart was docked, barrels and crates being unloaded by some of the more muscle toned members of the crew. Lorne should have stuck around to help them but true to form she slipped away to indulge in some drinking while the hard work was being done by others. She copper-skinned woman took a seat at the bar, fingers slipping across the aging wood that bore all manner of disfigurement from the bored carvings of a knife to what appeared to be a fire at some point. But that was what she loved about this place. There weren't any guards hanging around telling everyone what was wrong and what was right. You took care of your own here, that was what mattered.
Speaking of which...Oceane was probably not going to be happy with her for ducking out again.
Lorne rolled her dark eyes at the thought and leaned in close to a stinky mountain of a man to her left. While twirling a long obsidian lock around her finger she let her eyes roam over his bare chest and toned arms. He wasn't attractive...the man literally looked like a ship had rammed into his face and he miraculously survived. But he had coin, that was all Lorne cared about. She purred a compliment and nodded toward his arm, even going so far as to poke one of the prominent muscles and giggling like an enamored naive girl. He bought it and asked to buy her a drink, obviously assuming that perhaps he could get the woman in his bed later that night if he got her head swimming enough. Unfortunately for him Lorne reached out to take her drink the second it touched the counter, giving the poor fellow a mischevious smile she slid off the stool and headed over to the only table not filled with pirates and outlaws who were steadily on their way to being drunk.
Lorne leaned back in the wooden chair that gave a worrisome creak and tossed back a long swallow of her drink. Her face tightened at the taste, lip wrinkling. Someone needed to steal some good ale or wine so that this place could serve something other than sea water. It was horrible. She idly rolled the liquid around in her cup. Dark eyes staring down at the table as she contemplated ways to get her mages mark covered or removed. So far no luck. It was a bit disheartening really...
Oceane Zander Carval Captain Waters