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Closer to the docks but still within the tavern district in Cairo, there was a bar. Now this place was not the run of the mill, up and up tavern. It saw many of the more… underground people of Egypt. From black market merchants to petty thieves, it was not a place friendly to most and Akila loved spending her time here. The drink was cheap and the company… interesting.
The night went on just as any night would go. There was gambling, there was drinking a plenty, and there were good times. Akila was making good money tonight with her dice. She loved a good game of chance. The unpredictable nature of it reminded her of the waves and draining people for all they were worth was always a nice bonus.
Akila laughed as she swept up the coins from her opponents, taking another swig of her drink. She barely noticed the jostling of her coin purse.
Barely.
Her hand flew back and grasped the man’s wrist. She twisted it behind his back, slamming him against the table. Her free hand went to the back of his neck. “I think you have something that belongs to me.” She sneered into his ear, eyes trailing down to another coin purse in his possession. Akila gave a knowing smirk. There was one easy mark in this tavern, Akila had clocked her the moment she had entered the tavern. The soft, curved woman trying her best to look like she belonged. But thieves knew their own, and Akila could sniff the money on her from a mile away. No poor had smooth skin like her’s or hair as clean and supple. Even with Akila’s drunken eyes, she could see the woman had clean hands, not calloused or speckled with dirt.
She was no thief. She didn’t belong.
Akila shoved the man’s arm higher up his back earning a satisfying howl of pain before he dropped the coin purses. Akila stored her’s back on her body and shoved the man away with a sneer. She snatched her earnings from the gambling table and made her way towards the woman.
Akila dumped half the coins onto the bar and pocketed the other half. “My cut,” she said, deadpan, pocketing the rest of the coins. This wasn’t a negotiation. “And you owe me a drink.” Akila tilted her chin at the tavern-keeper who at this point knew Akila a bit too well for not being one of her crew. He left to go fetch her drink.
Akila leaned against the bar. “You don’t belong here,” What was with the little rich girls coming into this part of town lately? Second one in a week. Was there a fucking sign out front that she didn’t see? Easy pickings, at the very least. Clearly seeing as her coin purse was snatched so quickly. “This tavern isn’t for you, girly. These ain’t the people you hear in fairytales.” No pirate falling in love at sea or noble thieves that just need a fucking chance. And the bad boys that woman lust for? A night with one of these men will make her fucking regret it.
The drink was placed in front of Akila and she took a swig. “Well? Pay the man. You don’t want to see what happens if someone skips out on their tab.”
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Closer to the docks but still within the tavern district in Cairo, there was a bar. Now this place was not the run of the mill, up and up tavern. It saw many of the more… underground people of Egypt. From black market merchants to petty thieves, it was not a place friendly to most and Akila loved spending her time here. The drink was cheap and the company… interesting.
The night went on just as any night would go. There was gambling, there was drinking a plenty, and there were good times. Akila was making good money tonight with her dice. She loved a good game of chance. The unpredictable nature of it reminded her of the waves and draining people for all they were worth was always a nice bonus.
Akila laughed as she swept up the coins from her opponents, taking another swig of her drink. She barely noticed the jostling of her coin purse.
Barely.
Her hand flew back and grasped the man’s wrist. She twisted it behind his back, slamming him against the table. Her free hand went to the back of his neck. “I think you have something that belongs to me.” She sneered into his ear, eyes trailing down to another coin purse in his possession. Akila gave a knowing smirk. There was one easy mark in this tavern, Akila had clocked her the moment she had entered the tavern. The soft, curved woman trying her best to look like she belonged. But thieves knew their own, and Akila could sniff the money on her from a mile away. No poor had smooth skin like her’s or hair as clean and supple. Even with Akila’s drunken eyes, she could see the woman had clean hands, not calloused or speckled with dirt.
She was no thief. She didn’t belong.
Akila shoved the man’s arm higher up his back earning a satisfying howl of pain before he dropped the coin purses. Akila stored her’s back on her body and shoved the man away with a sneer. She snatched her earnings from the gambling table and made her way towards the woman.
Akila dumped half the coins onto the bar and pocketed the other half. “My cut,” she said, deadpan, pocketing the rest of the coins. This wasn’t a negotiation. “And you owe me a drink.” Akila tilted her chin at the tavern-keeper who at this point knew Akila a bit too well for not being one of her crew. He left to go fetch her drink.
Akila leaned against the bar. “You don’t belong here,” What was with the little rich girls coming into this part of town lately? Second one in a week. Was there a fucking sign out front that she didn’t see? Easy pickings, at the very least. Clearly seeing as her coin purse was snatched so quickly. “This tavern isn’t for you, girly. These ain’t the people you hear in fairytales.” No pirate falling in love at sea or noble thieves that just need a fucking chance. And the bad boys that woman lust for? A night with one of these men will make her fucking regret it.
The drink was placed in front of Akila and she took a swig. “Well? Pay the man. You don’t want to see what happens if someone skips out on their tab.”
Closer to the docks but still within the tavern district in Cairo, there was a bar. Now this place was not the run of the mill, up and up tavern. It saw many of the more… underground people of Egypt. From black market merchants to petty thieves, it was not a place friendly to most and Akila loved spending her time here. The drink was cheap and the company… interesting.
The night went on just as any night would go. There was gambling, there was drinking a plenty, and there were good times. Akila was making good money tonight with her dice. She loved a good game of chance. The unpredictable nature of it reminded her of the waves and draining people for all they were worth was always a nice bonus.
Akila laughed as she swept up the coins from her opponents, taking another swig of her drink. She barely noticed the jostling of her coin purse.
Barely.
Her hand flew back and grasped the man’s wrist. She twisted it behind his back, slamming him against the table. Her free hand went to the back of his neck. “I think you have something that belongs to me.” She sneered into his ear, eyes trailing down to another coin purse in his possession. Akila gave a knowing smirk. There was one easy mark in this tavern, Akila had clocked her the moment she had entered the tavern. The soft, curved woman trying her best to look like she belonged. But thieves knew their own, and Akila could sniff the money on her from a mile away. No poor had smooth skin like her’s or hair as clean and supple. Even with Akila’s drunken eyes, she could see the woman had clean hands, not calloused or speckled with dirt.
She was no thief. She didn’t belong.
Akila shoved the man’s arm higher up his back earning a satisfying howl of pain before he dropped the coin purses. Akila stored her’s back on her body and shoved the man away with a sneer. She snatched her earnings from the gambling table and made her way towards the woman.
Akila dumped half the coins onto the bar and pocketed the other half. “My cut,” she said, deadpan, pocketing the rest of the coins. This wasn’t a negotiation. “And you owe me a drink.” Akila tilted her chin at the tavern-keeper who at this point knew Akila a bit too well for not being one of her crew. He left to go fetch her drink.
Akila leaned against the bar. “You don’t belong here,” What was with the little rich girls coming into this part of town lately? Second one in a week. Was there a fucking sign out front that she didn’t see? Easy pickings, at the very least. Clearly seeing as her coin purse was snatched so quickly. “This tavern isn’t for you, girly. These ain’t the people you hear in fairytales.” No pirate falling in love at sea or noble thieves that just need a fucking chance. And the bad boys that woman lust for? A night with one of these men will make her fucking regret it.
The drink was placed in front of Akila and she took a swig. “Well? Pay the man. You don’t want to see what happens if someone skips out on their tab.”
Chione didn’t handle boredom well.
Her best friend had been scarce lately, and when she was around, she always wanted to stay in. But Chione was starting to go stir crazy. So she’d decided to wander the tavern district. Her usual haunts seemed stale lately. Maybe it was just that she wasn’t used to going there alone. It always seemed even more disappointing in the end.
Tonight her wandering had led her somewhere new, near the docks. It seemed lively enough to be interesting at least. That was more than she could say for most everywhere else. She had gone for a more subdued look tonight - at least by her standards. Her jewelry was to a minimum, and her attire was half-modest.
She felt a little out of her element in the bar, but that only made her more excited. Surely something different would happen tonight. She needed the thrill of adrenaline rushing through her veins.
It wasn’t until a woman approached her, dumping some coins on the bar, that Chione even realized her coin purse had been stolen. She would have offered some sort of reward regardless, but being informed that this woman would be taking half bristled her the wrong way. Yet even with that, her tone left no room for argument, so Chione didn’t make so much as a peep of protest.
“Thank you?”
Her eyebrows did raise however as the woman told her she didn’t belong here. “Is this not a public tavern?” she asked, feigning surprise, glancing around. “Oh no, it is. Strange, the way you spoke, I thought I had wandered into a private residence...” she murmured in faux shock. Chione was already reaching for her coin purse when the woman demanded she pay up. She couldn’t resist rolling her eyes as she handed over the coin. “Calm down, I’ve got it,” she muttered, a hint of bitterness in her tone.
Having paid, she turned towards this mysterious woman, giving her a once over. “If you think I am seeking fairy tales, you must not be as good a judge of people as you like to believe.” She took a sip of her own drink, blue eyes still carefully watching the person before her. “I have no interest in such childishness. I don’t have any silly illusions that you have a heart of gold hidden beneath all your ruthlessness.”
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Chione didn’t handle boredom well.
Her best friend had been scarce lately, and when she was around, she always wanted to stay in. But Chione was starting to go stir crazy. So she’d decided to wander the tavern district. Her usual haunts seemed stale lately. Maybe it was just that she wasn’t used to going there alone. It always seemed even more disappointing in the end.
Tonight her wandering had led her somewhere new, near the docks. It seemed lively enough to be interesting at least. That was more than she could say for most everywhere else. She had gone for a more subdued look tonight - at least by her standards. Her jewelry was to a minimum, and her attire was half-modest.
She felt a little out of her element in the bar, but that only made her more excited. Surely something different would happen tonight. She needed the thrill of adrenaline rushing through her veins.
It wasn’t until a woman approached her, dumping some coins on the bar, that Chione even realized her coin purse had been stolen. She would have offered some sort of reward regardless, but being informed that this woman would be taking half bristled her the wrong way. Yet even with that, her tone left no room for argument, so Chione didn’t make so much as a peep of protest.
“Thank you?”
Her eyebrows did raise however as the woman told her she didn’t belong here. “Is this not a public tavern?” she asked, feigning surprise, glancing around. “Oh no, it is. Strange, the way you spoke, I thought I had wandered into a private residence...” she murmured in faux shock. Chione was already reaching for her coin purse when the woman demanded she pay up. She couldn’t resist rolling her eyes as she handed over the coin. “Calm down, I’ve got it,” she muttered, a hint of bitterness in her tone.
Having paid, she turned towards this mysterious woman, giving her a once over. “If you think I am seeking fairy tales, you must not be as good a judge of people as you like to believe.” She took a sip of her own drink, blue eyes still carefully watching the person before her. “I have no interest in such childishness. I don’t have any silly illusions that you have a heart of gold hidden beneath all your ruthlessness.”
Chione didn’t handle boredom well.
Her best friend had been scarce lately, and when she was around, she always wanted to stay in. But Chione was starting to go stir crazy. So she’d decided to wander the tavern district. Her usual haunts seemed stale lately. Maybe it was just that she wasn’t used to going there alone. It always seemed even more disappointing in the end.
Tonight her wandering had led her somewhere new, near the docks. It seemed lively enough to be interesting at least. That was more than she could say for most everywhere else. She had gone for a more subdued look tonight - at least by her standards. Her jewelry was to a minimum, and her attire was half-modest.
She felt a little out of her element in the bar, but that only made her more excited. Surely something different would happen tonight. She needed the thrill of adrenaline rushing through her veins.
It wasn’t until a woman approached her, dumping some coins on the bar, that Chione even realized her coin purse had been stolen. She would have offered some sort of reward regardless, but being informed that this woman would be taking half bristled her the wrong way. Yet even with that, her tone left no room for argument, so Chione didn’t make so much as a peep of protest.
“Thank you?”
Her eyebrows did raise however as the woman told her she didn’t belong here. “Is this not a public tavern?” she asked, feigning surprise, glancing around. “Oh no, it is. Strange, the way you spoke, I thought I had wandered into a private residence...” she murmured in faux shock. Chione was already reaching for her coin purse when the woman demanded she pay up. She couldn’t resist rolling her eyes as she handed over the coin. “Calm down, I’ve got it,” she muttered, a hint of bitterness in her tone.
Having paid, she turned towards this mysterious woman, giving her a once over. “If you think I am seeking fairy tales, you must not be as good a judge of people as you like to believe.” She took a sip of her own drink, blue eyes still carefully watching the person before her. “I have no interest in such childishness. I don’t have any silly illusions that you have a heart of gold hidden beneath all your ruthlessness.”
Akila outright laughed. It was a loud, boisterous one. This girl had balls , and the pirate could dig it. She was unlike the one from the other day, sitting quietly in the corner, just wanting to hear little stories. This girl had bark, and that made this all the more fun.
Bite, on the other hand? If she did, then it wouldn’t even be enough to break skin.
Akila clapped a drunken hand on the girl’s petite shoulder, before taking another swig off her drink. The tavern may not be private, but for richlings like her, who probably never worked a day in her life and whined to daddy for everything… well, perhaps it wasn’t the best place to be. The theft of a measly sack of coins was likely the best-case scenario for the girl. Women simply… disappearing wasn’t all that uncommon.
Though it was likely she would be more of a nuisance than she was worth.
Akila leaned against the bar lifting an amused brow. “With a tongue like that, it’s a wonder you haven’t had it cut off just yet.” Akila could arrange for that. Losing a tongue was a mercy coming from the pirate.
What brought her here? Was daddy lecturing her too hard, so she stomped off to the bars in rebellion? Akila could give her something to really rebel with. She smirked down at the woman. “You and I both know this isn’t the type of place you should be seen in, girly. Isn’t it… below your caliber?” Classism did not exist in Egypt, at least not as bad as she had seen in Greece. But a small girl out on her own in probably the shittiest tavern in Cairo? Well… there was much to question here. “Even if it is… public.”
Akila rolled her eyes. “So what brings you to the slum? If it’s not fairytales you’re looking for, you trying to play the little rebel? Make daddy all angry? Or maybe you’re looking for someone to do a job.” Akila picked at her nail. She wouldn’t be the first. So often people don’t like their hands being dirty. Why that was the case was still a mystery to Akila. When she was married, after all, she didn’t mind her hands soaking in blood.
In fact, it was rather satisfying.
Alcoholism brought the curiosity out of Akila. Typically she’d be sizing up the woman like she was a slab of meat, doing math in her head as to what would be the best price to sell her for. And, well, to who. Colchis loved their slaves, though with the war right now, Akila didn’t have a straightforward way to get to Greece. “Even if it’s just boredom sitting in a corner, drinking alone isn’t exciting. If you’re going to be in the shitty part of town, girl, then cause some trouble.” Otherwise, it’s completely evident just how little she belongs. And the more natural prey she was for people precisely like Akila.
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Akila outright laughed. It was a loud, boisterous one. This girl had balls , and the pirate could dig it. She was unlike the one from the other day, sitting quietly in the corner, just wanting to hear little stories. This girl had bark, and that made this all the more fun.
Bite, on the other hand? If she did, then it wouldn’t even be enough to break skin.
Akila clapped a drunken hand on the girl’s petite shoulder, before taking another swig off her drink. The tavern may not be private, but for richlings like her, who probably never worked a day in her life and whined to daddy for everything… well, perhaps it wasn’t the best place to be. The theft of a measly sack of coins was likely the best-case scenario for the girl. Women simply… disappearing wasn’t all that uncommon.
Though it was likely she would be more of a nuisance than she was worth.
Akila leaned against the bar lifting an amused brow. “With a tongue like that, it’s a wonder you haven’t had it cut off just yet.” Akila could arrange for that. Losing a tongue was a mercy coming from the pirate.
What brought her here? Was daddy lecturing her too hard, so she stomped off to the bars in rebellion? Akila could give her something to really rebel with. She smirked down at the woman. “You and I both know this isn’t the type of place you should be seen in, girly. Isn’t it… below your caliber?” Classism did not exist in Egypt, at least not as bad as she had seen in Greece. But a small girl out on her own in probably the shittiest tavern in Cairo? Well… there was much to question here. “Even if it is… public.”
Akila rolled her eyes. “So what brings you to the slum? If it’s not fairytales you’re looking for, you trying to play the little rebel? Make daddy all angry? Or maybe you’re looking for someone to do a job.” Akila picked at her nail. She wouldn’t be the first. So often people don’t like their hands being dirty. Why that was the case was still a mystery to Akila. When she was married, after all, she didn’t mind her hands soaking in blood.
In fact, it was rather satisfying.
Alcoholism brought the curiosity out of Akila. Typically she’d be sizing up the woman like she was a slab of meat, doing math in her head as to what would be the best price to sell her for. And, well, to who. Colchis loved their slaves, though with the war right now, Akila didn’t have a straightforward way to get to Greece. “Even if it’s just boredom sitting in a corner, drinking alone isn’t exciting. If you’re going to be in the shitty part of town, girl, then cause some trouble.” Otherwise, it’s completely evident just how little she belongs. And the more natural prey she was for people precisely like Akila.
Akila outright laughed. It was a loud, boisterous one. This girl had balls , and the pirate could dig it. She was unlike the one from the other day, sitting quietly in the corner, just wanting to hear little stories. This girl had bark, and that made this all the more fun.
Bite, on the other hand? If she did, then it wouldn’t even be enough to break skin.
Akila clapped a drunken hand on the girl’s petite shoulder, before taking another swig off her drink. The tavern may not be private, but for richlings like her, who probably never worked a day in her life and whined to daddy for everything… well, perhaps it wasn’t the best place to be. The theft of a measly sack of coins was likely the best-case scenario for the girl. Women simply… disappearing wasn’t all that uncommon.
Though it was likely she would be more of a nuisance than she was worth.
Akila leaned against the bar lifting an amused brow. “With a tongue like that, it’s a wonder you haven’t had it cut off just yet.” Akila could arrange for that. Losing a tongue was a mercy coming from the pirate.
What brought her here? Was daddy lecturing her too hard, so she stomped off to the bars in rebellion? Akila could give her something to really rebel with. She smirked down at the woman. “You and I both know this isn’t the type of place you should be seen in, girly. Isn’t it… below your caliber?” Classism did not exist in Egypt, at least not as bad as she had seen in Greece. But a small girl out on her own in probably the shittiest tavern in Cairo? Well… there was much to question here. “Even if it is… public.”
Akila rolled her eyes. “So what brings you to the slum? If it’s not fairytales you’re looking for, you trying to play the little rebel? Make daddy all angry? Or maybe you’re looking for someone to do a job.” Akila picked at her nail. She wouldn’t be the first. So often people don’t like their hands being dirty. Why that was the case was still a mystery to Akila. When she was married, after all, she didn’t mind her hands soaking in blood.
In fact, it was rather satisfying.
Alcoholism brought the curiosity out of Akila. Typically she’d be sizing up the woman like she was a slab of meat, doing math in her head as to what would be the best price to sell her for. And, well, to who. Colchis loved their slaves, though with the war right now, Akila didn’t have a straightforward way to get to Greece. “Even if it’s just boredom sitting in a corner, drinking alone isn’t exciting. If you’re going to be in the shitty part of town, girl, then cause some trouble.” Otherwise, it’s completely evident just how little she belongs. And the more natural prey she was for people precisely like Akila.
Chione couldn’t help a slightly smug smirk that tugged at the edges of her lips when the woman burst out laughing at her words. There seemed to be a hint of surprise to the mysterious woman’s reaction which only added to the sense of pride that washed over the noble. Why she cared about impressing this rather rude woman, she wasn’t sure, but it felt like an achievement nonetheless.
“Most find my tongue far more valuable attached,” she muttered in reply a hint of smugness in her voice. She hadn’t though before saying the words aloud, but she felt no shame. It was true after all.
The Egyptian noble raised an eyebrow as the woman suggested this was not a place for her. “Is that so?” she asked, once more feigning shock. “You mean this tavern isn’t reserved for only those who can pay entrance of their weight in gold? I must have gotten lost. How could I have made such a mistake?” she continued, rolling her eyes as she spoke.
“I’m not some antelope eyed babe convinced the world is all sunshine and oasis.” She was many things, but deluded was not one of them.
Chione turned to get a better look at the woman who seemed intent on antagonizing her. “I don’t need to rebel. I’m a grown woman. My father hardly cares where I go or how I spend my time. I can do whatever I wish.” She gave a wide grin. “And tonight, I wish to take in the crowd of this lovely establishment.” The notion that she was here to hire some thug to do her dirty work was too laughable to even address.
She laughed at the comment about causing trouble. “Now, what fun is causing trouble sober?” she teased with a shake of her head. Pausing to take a sip of her drink, she watched the woman in question, wondering just what it was that had her so interested in her presence. “Not that I owe you an explanation, but trouble is exactly what brought me here tonight. And I intend to get into some.”
Her gaze drifted over the woman beside her once more. She hadn’t come here to be interrogated after all. “Now, either you might lend yourself to such an endeavor, or else feel free to get back to your evening of drinking and whatever else occupies your time.”
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Chione couldn’t help a slightly smug smirk that tugged at the edges of her lips when the woman burst out laughing at her words. There seemed to be a hint of surprise to the mysterious woman’s reaction which only added to the sense of pride that washed over the noble. Why she cared about impressing this rather rude woman, she wasn’t sure, but it felt like an achievement nonetheless.
“Most find my tongue far more valuable attached,” she muttered in reply a hint of smugness in her voice. She hadn’t though before saying the words aloud, but she felt no shame. It was true after all.
The Egyptian noble raised an eyebrow as the woman suggested this was not a place for her. “Is that so?” she asked, once more feigning shock. “You mean this tavern isn’t reserved for only those who can pay entrance of their weight in gold? I must have gotten lost. How could I have made such a mistake?” she continued, rolling her eyes as she spoke.
“I’m not some antelope eyed babe convinced the world is all sunshine and oasis.” She was many things, but deluded was not one of them.
Chione turned to get a better look at the woman who seemed intent on antagonizing her. “I don’t need to rebel. I’m a grown woman. My father hardly cares where I go or how I spend my time. I can do whatever I wish.” She gave a wide grin. “And tonight, I wish to take in the crowd of this lovely establishment.” The notion that she was here to hire some thug to do her dirty work was too laughable to even address.
She laughed at the comment about causing trouble. “Now, what fun is causing trouble sober?” she teased with a shake of her head. Pausing to take a sip of her drink, she watched the woman in question, wondering just what it was that had her so interested in her presence. “Not that I owe you an explanation, but trouble is exactly what brought me here tonight. And I intend to get into some.”
Her gaze drifted over the woman beside her once more. She hadn’t come here to be interrogated after all. “Now, either you might lend yourself to such an endeavor, or else feel free to get back to your evening of drinking and whatever else occupies your time.”
Chione couldn’t help a slightly smug smirk that tugged at the edges of her lips when the woman burst out laughing at her words. There seemed to be a hint of surprise to the mysterious woman’s reaction which only added to the sense of pride that washed over the noble. Why she cared about impressing this rather rude woman, she wasn’t sure, but it felt like an achievement nonetheless.
“Most find my tongue far more valuable attached,” she muttered in reply a hint of smugness in her voice. She hadn’t though before saying the words aloud, but she felt no shame. It was true after all.
The Egyptian noble raised an eyebrow as the woman suggested this was not a place for her. “Is that so?” she asked, once more feigning shock. “You mean this tavern isn’t reserved for only those who can pay entrance of their weight in gold? I must have gotten lost. How could I have made such a mistake?” she continued, rolling her eyes as she spoke.
“I’m not some antelope eyed babe convinced the world is all sunshine and oasis.” She was many things, but deluded was not one of them.
Chione turned to get a better look at the woman who seemed intent on antagonizing her. “I don’t need to rebel. I’m a grown woman. My father hardly cares where I go or how I spend my time. I can do whatever I wish.” She gave a wide grin. “And tonight, I wish to take in the crowd of this lovely establishment.” The notion that she was here to hire some thug to do her dirty work was too laughable to even address.
She laughed at the comment about causing trouble. “Now, what fun is causing trouble sober?” she teased with a shake of her head. Pausing to take a sip of her drink, she watched the woman in question, wondering just what it was that had her so interested in her presence. “Not that I owe you an explanation, but trouble is exactly what brought me here tonight. And I intend to get into some.”
Her gaze drifted over the woman beside her once more. She hadn’t come here to be interrogated after all. “Now, either you might lend yourself to such an endeavor, or else feel free to get back to your evening of drinking and whatever else occupies your time.”
The first time it was cute. Adorable even. It was like a kitten discovering its voice for the first time. By the second time, however, it had already lost its charm. The girl had a mouth and an ego, that was for sure. Maybe that worked in her home, where spineless imbeciles might work for her family for whatever pitiful scrap they might throw at them. She might be the little ruler of her daddy’s home, but here?
She didn’t fucking belong.
Akila let out another amused laughed. Honestly, the woman’s words were idiotic at best and suicidal at worst. If trouble was what the little Princess wanted, then Akila would be more than happy to oblige. After all, who was she to go against the wishes of someone who clearly knew how everything worked ‘round here?
Akila’s hand gripped the back of her skull and brought it down hard and fast towards the bar so that her forehead would catch the rugged edge. Once she did that Akila tipped back the rest of her drink and slammed it back down onto the bar.
Her tongue was more valuable inside than out? Did she want a bet? What was she, a little Lady of one of the Heis? If Akila cared to cause more shit, she’d take that tongue and her girl, send the tongue to her daddy, and demand ransom.
But she was far too drunk for that.
Akila just rolled her eyes and leaned up against the bar. “I can give you the trouble you desire, Kitten.” Akila’s upper lip curled into a sneer. “Or you can fuckin’ watch it. You’re not in the right place to be pissing people off.”
The rest of the tavern had glanced up at the sound of the head banging against the bar. It got some of her crew a little more riled and raucous. She and her men were always itching for a fight, and it’s not like they haven’t been kicked out of taverns for starting bar fights. It was why Akila continuously went to the more sketchy ones. The alcohol might taste like shit, worse than the water from the ocean, but trouble didn’t mean you would never be allowed back. So long… as you paid your tab. And sure, the girl can run off to her family and talk about the mean pirate that banged up her face, but how was she supposed to explain where she was at when it happened? That would be a conversation almost worth watching, Akila reckoned.
“Ego is earned. You ain’t got your stripes.” So don’t be talking smugly like she was some big person they ought to respect. Money made you a target, beauty someone to fuck or sell, and politics someone to hate.
Akila stood back up straighter, raising an eyebrow to the brat. “You got yourself the trouble you been wanting, kitten. Let me see those claws.” Akila gave her a wicked smile, just egging the little lady to fight. It’d be fun, exciting even.
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The first time it was cute. Adorable even. It was like a kitten discovering its voice for the first time. By the second time, however, it had already lost its charm. The girl had a mouth and an ego, that was for sure. Maybe that worked in her home, where spineless imbeciles might work for her family for whatever pitiful scrap they might throw at them. She might be the little ruler of her daddy’s home, but here?
She didn’t fucking belong.
Akila let out another amused laughed. Honestly, the woman’s words were idiotic at best and suicidal at worst. If trouble was what the little Princess wanted, then Akila would be more than happy to oblige. After all, who was she to go against the wishes of someone who clearly knew how everything worked ‘round here?
Akila’s hand gripped the back of her skull and brought it down hard and fast towards the bar so that her forehead would catch the rugged edge. Once she did that Akila tipped back the rest of her drink and slammed it back down onto the bar.
Her tongue was more valuable inside than out? Did she want a bet? What was she, a little Lady of one of the Heis? If Akila cared to cause more shit, she’d take that tongue and her girl, send the tongue to her daddy, and demand ransom.
But she was far too drunk for that.
Akila just rolled her eyes and leaned up against the bar. “I can give you the trouble you desire, Kitten.” Akila’s upper lip curled into a sneer. “Or you can fuckin’ watch it. You’re not in the right place to be pissing people off.”
The rest of the tavern had glanced up at the sound of the head banging against the bar. It got some of her crew a little more riled and raucous. She and her men were always itching for a fight, and it’s not like they haven’t been kicked out of taverns for starting bar fights. It was why Akila continuously went to the more sketchy ones. The alcohol might taste like shit, worse than the water from the ocean, but trouble didn’t mean you would never be allowed back. So long… as you paid your tab. And sure, the girl can run off to her family and talk about the mean pirate that banged up her face, but how was she supposed to explain where she was at when it happened? That would be a conversation almost worth watching, Akila reckoned.
“Ego is earned. You ain’t got your stripes.” So don’t be talking smugly like she was some big person they ought to respect. Money made you a target, beauty someone to fuck or sell, and politics someone to hate.
Akila stood back up straighter, raising an eyebrow to the brat. “You got yourself the trouble you been wanting, kitten. Let me see those claws.” Akila gave her a wicked smile, just egging the little lady to fight. It’d be fun, exciting even.
The first time it was cute. Adorable even. It was like a kitten discovering its voice for the first time. By the second time, however, it had already lost its charm. The girl had a mouth and an ego, that was for sure. Maybe that worked in her home, where spineless imbeciles might work for her family for whatever pitiful scrap they might throw at them. She might be the little ruler of her daddy’s home, but here?
She didn’t fucking belong.
Akila let out another amused laughed. Honestly, the woman’s words were idiotic at best and suicidal at worst. If trouble was what the little Princess wanted, then Akila would be more than happy to oblige. After all, who was she to go against the wishes of someone who clearly knew how everything worked ‘round here?
Akila’s hand gripped the back of her skull and brought it down hard and fast towards the bar so that her forehead would catch the rugged edge. Once she did that Akila tipped back the rest of her drink and slammed it back down onto the bar.
Her tongue was more valuable inside than out? Did she want a bet? What was she, a little Lady of one of the Heis? If Akila cared to cause more shit, she’d take that tongue and her girl, send the tongue to her daddy, and demand ransom.
But she was far too drunk for that.
Akila just rolled her eyes and leaned up against the bar. “I can give you the trouble you desire, Kitten.” Akila’s upper lip curled into a sneer. “Or you can fuckin’ watch it. You’re not in the right place to be pissing people off.”
The rest of the tavern had glanced up at the sound of the head banging against the bar. It got some of her crew a little more riled and raucous. She and her men were always itching for a fight, and it’s not like they haven’t been kicked out of taverns for starting bar fights. It was why Akila continuously went to the more sketchy ones. The alcohol might taste like shit, worse than the water from the ocean, but trouble didn’t mean you would never be allowed back. So long… as you paid your tab. And sure, the girl can run off to her family and talk about the mean pirate that banged up her face, but how was she supposed to explain where she was at when it happened? That would be a conversation almost worth watching, Akila reckoned.
“Ego is earned. You ain’t got your stripes.” So don’t be talking smugly like she was some big person they ought to respect. Money made you a target, beauty someone to fuck or sell, and politics someone to hate.
Akila stood back up straighter, raising an eyebrow to the brat. “You got yourself the trouble you been wanting, kitten. Let me see those claws.” Akila gave her a wicked smile, just egging the little lady to fight. It’d be fun, exciting even.
Chione was growing tired of this woman’s insistence that she needed to leave. This was hardly the first time she’d wandered outside the safe little bubble of where those of nobility lingered. She and Nia spent more time drinking among commoners than their peers. Perhaps she didn’t normally venture so close to the docks, but she was dreadfully bored with all her usual haunts. She wanted to have a good time, not be hassled for existing.
She tried to be amicable. Truly, she had, but apparently it was getting her nowhere with this woman. But she wasn’t about to be cowed by a stranger. She was a confident woman and she wasn’t about to change herself to make anyone else more comfortable. So she thought it was enough when she gave the other an out. It was done and dealt with.
The noblewoman had just turned back to her drink, intent on enjoying it as she had initially intended, only to feel a hand at the back of her head. Before she could utter so much as a sound of protest though, her face was being pushed down, so her forehead slammed against the bar’s edge. She cried out on instinct as pain bloomed there, a string of curses that was far from ladylike following.
“You fucking bitch!” she screamed as she righted herself, hand pressed to her now-bleeding forehead, staring daggers at the sneering woman before her. Her head was ringing with confusion and rage. What the hell was this woman’s issue? She had done nothing to warrant such treatment. Yet the ruckus that clamored through the tavern told her clearly that she would find no support here.
“You don’t know the first thing about me, or what I’ve done to earn my stripes,” she spat back. There was no doubting her sexual triumphs, and what more reason did she need to feel confident in her skin. She knew there was no point in staying, but she was far too proud to simply flee like a scared girl. No, she would make her point and leave with her head held high.
She wasn’t the sort to win in a brutal fright - the other already proving she had no interest in playing fair. So she did the only thing she could think of. “I won’t sink so low as you. I’ll simply spend my coin elsewhere.” Her own lip curled as she stood, watching the woman with disdain. She seemed every bit as though she was intent on turning to leave. But first, she threw her drink in the other’s face, hoping it would leave an impression and buy her time to flee without being stabbed.
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Chione was growing tired of this woman’s insistence that she needed to leave. This was hardly the first time she’d wandered outside the safe little bubble of where those of nobility lingered. She and Nia spent more time drinking among commoners than their peers. Perhaps she didn’t normally venture so close to the docks, but she was dreadfully bored with all her usual haunts. She wanted to have a good time, not be hassled for existing.
She tried to be amicable. Truly, she had, but apparently it was getting her nowhere with this woman. But she wasn’t about to be cowed by a stranger. She was a confident woman and she wasn’t about to change herself to make anyone else more comfortable. So she thought it was enough when she gave the other an out. It was done and dealt with.
The noblewoman had just turned back to her drink, intent on enjoying it as she had initially intended, only to feel a hand at the back of her head. Before she could utter so much as a sound of protest though, her face was being pushed down, so her forehead slammed against the bar’s edge. She cried out on instinct as pain bloomed there, a string of curses that was far from ladylike following.
“You fucking bitch!” she screamed as she righted herself, hand pressed to her now-bleeding forehead, staring daggers at the sneering woman before her. Her head was ringing with confusion and rage. What the hell was this woman’s issue? She had done nothing to warrant such treatment. Yet the ruckus that clamored through the tavern told her clearly that she would find no support here.
“You don’t know the first thing about me, or what I’ve done to earn my stripes,” she spat back. There was no doubting her sexual triumphs, and what more reason did she need to feel confident in her skin. She knew there was no point in staying, but she was far too proud to simply flee like a scared girl. No, she would make her point and leave with her head held high.
She wasn’t the sort to win in a brutal fright - the other already proving she had no interest in playing fair. So she did the only thing she could think of. “I won’t sink so low as you. I’ll simply spend my coin elsewhere.” Her own lip curled as she stood, watching the woman with disdain. She seemed every bit as though she was intent on turning to leave. But first, she threw her drink in the other’s face, hoping it would leave an impression and buy her time to flee without being stabbed.
Chione was growing tired of this woman’s insistence that she needed to leave. This was hardly the first time she’d wandered outside the safe little bubble of where those of nobility lingered. She and Nia spent more time drinking among commoners than their peers. Perhaps she didn’t normally venture so close to the docks, but she was dreadfully bored with all her usual haunts. She wanted to have a good time, not be hassled for existing.
She tried to be amicable. Truly, she had, but apparently it was getting her nowhere with this woman. But she wasn’t about to be cowed by a stranger. She was a confident woman and she wasn’t about to change herself to make anyone else more comfortable. So she thought it was enough when she gave the other an out. It was done and dealt with.
The noblewoman had just turned back to her drink, intent on enjoying it as she had initially intended, only to feel a hand at the back of her head. Before she could utter so much as a sound of protest though, her face was being pushed down, so her forehead slammed against the bar’s edge. She cried out on instinct as pain bloomed there, a string of curses that was far from ladylike following.
“You fucking bitch!” she screamed as she righted herself, hand pressed to her now-bleeding forehead, staring daggers at the sneering woman before her. Her head was ringing with confusion and rage. What the hell was this woman’s issue? She had done nothing to warrant such treatment. Yet the ruckus that clamored through the tavern told her clearly that she would find no support here.
“You don’t know the first thing about me, or what I’ve done to earn my stripes,” she spat back. There was no doubting her sexual triumphs, and what more reason did she need to feel confident in her skin. She knew there was no point in staying, but she was far too proud to simply flee like a scared girl. No, she would make her point and leave with her head held high.
She wasn’t the sort to win in a brutal fright - the other already proving she had no interest in playing fair. So she did the only thing she could think of. “I won’t sink so low as you. I’ll simply spend my coin elsewhere.” Her own lip curled as she stood, watching the woman with disdain. She seemed every bit as though she was intent on turning to leave. But first, she threw her drink in the other’s face, hoping it would leave an impression and buy her time to flee without being stabbed.
The girl screeched like a banshee. Honestly she nearly blew out Akila’s fucking ear drums. You fucking bitch. She yelled at Akila, to which she merely shrugged. Bitch? Was that all she had to call her? She had asked for trouble and Akila was so kind to have given it to her. She should be thanking Akila. And if that cut left a scar, so what? It’d be a trinket to remember that night of fun she so desperately wanted.
Akila was not known for her patience. She never had been. She wasn’t apologetic about it either. The girl should have known better to go to a tavern so close to the docks and run her mouth like she owned the place. And yet she continued to do so, even now.
I’ll simply spend my coin elsewhere.
“Oh, no. Whatever shall we do without your coin, Prince-” Akila was cut off when the girl tossed the drink in her face. She took a deep breath and her hand wiped the alcohol that was dripping from her. What a waste of a drink. Akila would have happily downed that.
I could kill her. It wasn’t a threat. It was simply a fact. She could kill her. With a khopesh at her side she could paint the bitch’s guts all over the tavern floor. She could drag her by her hair into the tavern, throw her at the men and let them go at her until her sobs were nothing but weak whimpers. Only then would Akila slit her throat… if she was feeling merciful. She could also just throw her in a cage and sell her to the highest bidder.
All of that Akila could do. But it was just a drink and Akila didn’t give that much of a damn. For as large Egypt was geography wise, Akila always seemed to run into people again. (After all, how many times had she stumbled across Lukos at port?) If Akila believed in fate (which she fucking didn’t) she’d almost say it’s like two invisible forces existed that forced unlikely people together just to see what would happen, only for it to sometimes end prematurely. But that would be utterly ridiculous. Shit just happened- with no explaination and nothing as crazy as that.
“Fuck it, another round.” Akila let the girl go. She wasn’t drunk enough yet to care. The night was still very young.
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The girl screeched like a banshee. Honestly she nearly blew out Akila’s fucking ear drums. You fucking bitch. She yelled at Akila, to which she merely shrugged. Bitch? Was that all she had to call her? She had asked for trouble and Akila was so kind to have given it to her. She should be thanking Akila. And if that cut left a scar, so what? It’d be a trinket to remember that night of fun she so desperately wanted.
Akila was not known for her patience. She never had been. She wasn’t apologetic about it either. The girl should have known better to go to a tavern so close to the docks and run her mouth like she owned the place. And yet she continued to do so, even now.
I’ll simply spend my coin elsewhere.
“Oh, no. Whatever shall we do without your coin, Prince-” Akila was cut off when the girl tossed the drink in her face. She took a deep breath and her hand wiped the alcohol that was dripping from her. What a waste of a drink. Akila would have happily downed that.
I could kill her. It wasn’t a threat. It was simply a fact. She could kill her. With a khopesh at her side she could paint the bitch’s guts all over the tavern floor. She could drag her by her hair into the tavern, throw her at the men and let them go at her until her sobs were nothing but weak whimpers. Only then would Akila slit her throat… if she was feeling merciful. She could also just throw her in a cage and sell her to the highest bidder.
All of that Akila could do. But it was just a drink and Akila didn’t give that much of a damn. For as large Egypt was geography wise, Akila always seemed to run into people again. (After all, how many times had she stumbled across Lukos at port?) If Akila believed in fate (which she fucking didn’t) she’d almost say it’s like two invisible forces existed that forced unlikely people together just to see what would happen, only for it to sometimes end prematurely. But that would be utterly ridiculous. Shit just happened- with no explaination and nothing as crazy as that.
“Fuck it, another round.” Akila let the girl go. She wasn’t drunk enough yet to care. The night was still very young.
The girl screeched like a banshee. Honestly she nearly blew out Akila’s fucking ear drums. You fucking bitch. She yelled at Akila, to which she merely shrugged. Bitch? Was that all she had to call her? She had asked for trouble and Akila was so kind to have given it to her. She should be thanking Akila. And if that cut left a scar, so what? It’d be a trinket to remember that night of fun she so desperately wanted.
Akila was not known for her patience. She never had been. She wasn’t apologetic about it either. The girl should have known better to go to a tavern so close to the docks and run her mouth like she owned the place. And yet she continued to do so, even now.
I’ll simply spend my coin elsewhere.
“Oh, no. Whatever shall we do without your coin, Prince-” Akila was cut off when the girl tossed the drink in her face. She took a deep breath and her hand wiped the alcohol that was dripping from her. What a waste of a drink. Akila would have happily downed that.
I could kill her. It wasn’t a threat. It was simply a fact. She could kill her. With a khopesh at her side she could paint the bitch’s guts all over the tavern floor. She could drag her by her hair into the tavern, throw her at the men and let them go at her until her sobs were nothing but weak whimpers. Only then would Akila slit her throat… if she was feeling merciful. She could also just throw her in a cage and sell her to the highest bidder.
All of that Akila could do. But it was just a drink and Akila didn’t give that much of a damn. For as large Egypt was geography wise, Akila always seemed to run into people again. (After all, how many times had she stumbled across Lukos at port?) If Akila believed in fate (which she fucking didn’t) she’d almost say it’s like two invisible forces existed that forced unlikely people together just to see what would happen, only for it to sometimes end prematurely. But that would be utterly ridiculous. Shit just happened- with no explaination and nothing as crazy as that.
“Fuck it, another round.” Akila let the girl go. She wasn’t drunk enough yet to care. The night was still very young.