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Akila didn’t know when she started drinking, only that she had no intention of ending. The tavern she frequented was packed on this night. All sorts of people pressed into the small building. From whores and their giggling, to men with far too much blood on their hands. Akila was lost in a world of gambling. But despite the drinks that were always coming, she was not too blind to see her opponent’s loaded dice.
“Oy!” Akila snapped and threw the first punch. She socked the man right in the jaw. She wasn’t pulling punches. The man responded in kind, returning the punch with a blow to the stomach. Which in turn started a massive brawl around the tavern. The tavern was always a mess. Just one tiny spark was needed before the whole thing just exploded. By the time Akila was kicked out, she had a bloody lip and knuckles, and a cocky grin across her face. This was a damn good night.
People were still out, having their grand old time. And Akila was ready to hit the next place. Akila was careful to not drink while at sea or on the job, it required far too much concentration that alcohol took away. She did not desire a quick death. But in her free time this was a far different story. And right now… Akila was as free as the birds in the sky, and if she had it her way she would be as drunk as the homeless man living in the alleys.
The girl stumbled around, pushing through the crowd of people when she felt something. Her coin purse… jostling. Why do thieves try? Don’t they know… never steal from a thief. Akila’s hand flew at the wrist of the stranger who had ‘bumped’ into her, and twisted his arm around his back. She pushed him against one of the tavern walls. Her grip was tight, and she leaned forward so she could sneer against his ear. “I believe you have something of mine.” She was so close that her hot breath could be felt against his flesh. The only distance between them was the space provided by his arm, still up his back. Akila pulled it even higher so he could feel the pain radiating from his shoulder. How fucking dare he.
What did he even think? That she was an easy target? Just because she was alone and drunk? Did he think her an idiot serving girl? Or maybe even a whore? Akila’s lip curled. The fucking idiot.
She pulled him back from the wall and shoved him deeper into the ally where she drew her khopesh and pointed it at the man. This was when Akila got a better look at him. He was tanned, with long, wavy dark hair and wide shoulders and muscles that would typically attract the girl. He had a few chains hanging from his neck that Akila felt would do just nicely as compensation for his rudeness. That, and whatever else he took on this night.
“Never steal from a thief.” The pirate said glowering at the man. “Well. Hand it over.”
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Akila didn’t know when she started drinking, only that she had no intention of ending. The tavern she frequented was packed on this night. All sorts of people pressed into the small building. From whores and their giggling, to men with far too much blood on their hands. Akila was lost in a world of gambling. But despite the drinks that were always coming, she was not too blind to see her opponent’s loaded dice.
“Oy!” Akila snapped and threw the first punch. She socked the man right in the jaw. She wasn’t pulling punches. The man responded in kind, returning the punch with a blow to the stomach. Which in turn started a massive brawl around the tavern. The tavern was always a mess. Just one tiny spark was needed before the whole thing just exploded. By the time Akila was kicked out, she had a bloody lip and knuckles, and a cocky grin across her face. This was a damn good night.
People were still out, having their grand old time. And Akila was ready to hit the next place. Akila was careful to not drink while at sea or on the job, it required far too much concentration that alcohol took away. She did not desire a quick death. But in her free time this was a far different story. And right now… Akila was as free as the birds in the sky, and if she had it her way she would be as drunk as the homeless man living in the alleys.
The girl stumbled around, pushing through the crowd of people when she felt something. Her coin purse… jostling. Why do thieves try? Don’t they know… never steal from a thief. Akila’s hand flew at the wrist of the stranger who had ‘bumped’ into her, and twisted his arm around his back. She pushed him against one of the tavern walls. Her grip was tight, and she leaned forward so she could sneer against his ear. “I believe you have something of mine.” She was so close that her hot breath could be felt against his flesh. The only distance between them was the space provided by his arm, still up his back. Akila pulled it even higher so he could feel the pain radiating from his shoulder. How fucking dare he.
What did he even think? That she was an easy target? Just because she was alone and drunk? Did he think her an idiot serving girl? Or maybe even a whore? Akila’s lip curled. The fucking idiot.
She pulled him back from the wall and shoved him deeper into the ally where she drew her khopesh and pointed it at the man. This was when Akila got a better look at him. He was tanned, with long, wavy dark hair and wide shoulders and muscles that would typically attract the girl. He had a few chains hanging from his neck that Akila felt would do just nicely as compensation for his rudeness. That, and whatever else he took on this night.
“Never steal from a thief.” The pirate said glowering at the man. “Well. Hand it over.”
Akila didn’t know when she started drinking, only that she had no intention of ending. The tavern she frequented was packed on this night. All sorts of people pressed into the small building. From whores and their giggling, to men with far too much blood on their hands. Akila was lost in a world of gambling. But despite the drinks that were always coming, she was not too blind to see her opponent’s loaded dice.
“Oy!” Akila snapped and threw the first punch. She socked the man right in the jaw. She wasn’t pulling punches. The man responded in kind, returning the punch with a blow to the stomach. Which in turn started a massive brawl around the tavern. The tavern was always a mess. Just one tiny spark was needed before the whole thing just exploded. By the time Akila was kicked out, she had a bloody lip and knuckles, and a cocky grin across her face. This was a damn good night.
People were still out, having their grand old time. And Akila was ready to hit the next place. Akila was careful to not drink while at sea or on the job, it required far too much concentration that alcohol took away. She did not desire a quick death. But in her free time this was a far different story. And right now… Akila was as free as the birds in the sky, and if she had it her way she would be as drunk as the homeless man living in the alleys.
The girl stumbled around, pushing through the crowd of people when she felt something. Her coin purse… jostling. Why do thieves try? Don’t they know… never steal from a thief. Akila’s hand flew at the wrist of the stranger who had ‘bumped’ into her, and twisted his arm around his back. She pushed him against one of the tavern walls. Her grip was tight, and she leaned forward so she could sneer against his ear. “I believe you have something of mine.” She was so close that her hot breath could be felt against his flesh. The only distance between them was the space provided by his arm, still up his back. Akila pulled it even higher so he could feel the pain radiating from his shoulder. How fucking dare he.
What did he even think? That she was an easy target? Just because she was alone and drunk? Did he think her an idiot serving girl? Or maybe even a whore? Akila’s lip curled. The fucking idiot.
She pulled him back from the wall and shoved him deeper into the ally where she drew her khopesh and pointed it at the man. This was when Akila got a better look at him. He was tanned, with long, wavy dark hair and wide shoulders and muscles that would typically attract the girl. He had a few chains hanging from his neck that Akila felt would do just nicely as compensation for his rudeness. That, and whatever else he took on this night.
“Never steal from a thief.” The pirate said glowering at the man. “Well. Hand it over.”
Drunkards were easy targets. It was why Nahash wandered the streets by the busiest taverns, letting himself stumble and bump against those unwary enough to leave their purses unguarded. His brief stop at a particular corner yielded something far more valuable, and he was content to linger here for a moment. The girl who slipped out of the shadows was one of his contacts, a brothel girl who brought him the fancy items given to her by some of her suitors for him to pawn. They split the proceeds and in turn the Sariqas offered protection and assistance to the house when help was needed.
He drew the ruby necklace from where it was settled between her breasts, and if she hadn't already been paid for by another for the night he would have stopped his wandering feet to rest with her for a while. As it was, he tucked the necklace away in his tunic and let her go with a promise to return the next night with the coin that could be bartered from the last piece she'd handed him. Sighing as she walked away, Nahash turned himself back to the taverns, his stumbling now more an act than an attempt at thievery. Though when he saw her standing outside alone with a purse so obvious he couldn't help himself.
If he'd been less distracted he might not have even tried it, but as he fell against her warm body and swiped away the purse he suddenly found himself turned round. Tiye would be ashamed of him for underestimating the woman just because of her stature, and he'd made up his mind that he wouldn't be relaying this story to the healer when she fixed up whatever damage this would cause him. With a grunt of pain at the twisted position she'd put him in, he stumbled down the alley cursing himself for this mistake as she untangled and drew a sword on him instead.
With a smirk that threatened to widen into a grin, Nahash lifted his hands, her purse hanging from his palm and jingling as he showed it off. "Oh, this? You must have dropped it, I was simply trying to return it to your pocket." There was a mock sincerity to his voice and he stayed where he was, unwilling to push his luck while she had a sword drawn on him. His brow raised as she called herself a thief in return, and he took his time looking her over. She wasn't one he recognized, but she was quick enough to catch him. Perhaps if she didn't stab him she'd be someone to audition for the Sariqas.
"A bit small to be a thief, aren't you?"
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Drunkards were easy targets. It was why Nahash wandered the streets by the busiest taverns, letting himself stumble and bump against those unwary enough to leave their purses unguarded. His brief stop at a particular corner yielded something far more valuable, and he was content to linger here for a moment. The girl who slipped out of the shadows was one of his contacts, a brothel girl who brought him the fancy items given to her by some of her suitors for him to pawn. They split the proceeds and in turn the Sariqas offered protection and assistance to the house when help was needed.
He drew the ruby necklace from where it was settled between her breasts, and if she hadn't already been paid for by another for the night he would have stopped his wandering feet to rest with her for a while. As it was, he tucked the necklace away in his tunic and let her go with a promise to return the next night with the coin that could be bartered from the last piece she'd handed him. Sighing as she walked away, Nahash turned himself back to the taverns, his stumbling now more an act than an attempt at thievery. Though when he saw her standing outside alone with a purse so obvious he couldn't help himself.
If he'd been less distracted he might not have even tried it, but as he fell against her warm body and swiped away the purse he suddenly found himself turned round. Tiye would be ashamed of him for underestimating the woman just because of her stature, and he'd made up his mind that he wouldn't be relaying this story to the healer when she fixed up whatever damage this would cause him. With a grunt of pain at the twisted position she'd put him in, he stumbled down the alley cursing himself for this mistake as she untangled and drew a sword on him instead.
With a smirk that threatened to widen into a grin, Nahash lifted his hands, her purse hanging from his palm and jingling as he showed it off. "Oh, this? You must have dropped it, I was simply trying to return it to your pocket." There was a mock sincerity to his voice and he stayed where he was, unwilling to push his luck while she had a sword drawn on him. His brow raised as she called herself a thief in return, and he took his time looking her over. She wasn't one he recognized, but she was quick enough to catch him. Perhaps if she didn't stab him she'd be someone to audition for the Sariqas.
"A bit small to be a thief, aren't you?"
Drunkards were easy targets. It was why Nahash wandered the streets by the busiest taverns, letting himself stumble and bump against those unwary enough to leave their purses unguarded. His brief stop at a particular corner yielded something far more valuable, and he was content to linger here for a moment. The girl who slipped out of the shadows was one of his contacts, a brothel girl who brought him the fancy items given to her by some of her suitors for him to pawn. They split the proceeds and in turn the Sariqas offered protection and assistance to the house when help was needed.
He drew the ruby necklace from where it was settled between her breasts, and if she hadn't already been paid for by another for the night he would have stopped his wandering feet to rest with her for a while. As it was, he tucked the necklace away in his tunic and let her go with a promise to return the next night with the coin that could be bartered from the last piece she'd handed him. Sighing as she walked away, Nahash turned himself back to the taverns, his stumbling now more an act than an attempt at thievery. Though when he saw her standing outside alone with a purse so obvious he couldn't help himself.
If he'd been less distracted he might not have even tried it, but as he fell against her warm body and swiped away the purse he suddenly found himself turned round. Tiye would be ashamed of him for underestimating the woman just because of her stature, and he'd made up his mind that he wouldn't be relaying this story to the healer when she fixed up whatever damage this would cause him. With a grunt of pain at the twisted position she'd put him in, he stumbled down the alley cursing himself for this mistake as she untangled and drew a sword on him instead.
With a smirk that threatened to widen into a grin, Nahash lifted his hands, her purse hanging from his palm and jingling as he showed it off. "Oh, this? You must have dropped it, I was simply trying to return it to your pocket." There was a mock sincerity to his voice and he stayed where he was, unwilling to push his luck while she had a sword drawn on him. His brow raised as she called herself a thief in return, and he took his time looking her over. She wasn't one he recognized, but she was quick enough to catch him. Perhaps if she didn't stab him she'd be someone to audition for the Sariqas.
"A bit small to be a thief, aren't you?"
Like any good thief, he had a cocky smile and an attitude that matched it. Akila would typically like that. It was fun to riff off of, and Akila absolutely had a similar mindset- drunk or sober. But as it stood right now, Akila was unamused. That was her coin purse he was jingling in his hand. No one took her stuff.
He took his time to look at her. Akila could imagine the myriad of things that were going through his mind. He was probably questioning how such a beautiful woman caught him. He was thinking about how quick she must have been to have grabbed his wrist and forced his arm up his back. He might have even been questioning the scar on her brow, impressed with the fighting spirit that Akila had. Any of this, she would understand. She would think the same thing in his position. Who wouldn’t?
And he called her short.
That mother fucker. Akila was not short. She had met plenty of women shorter than her. Just because the man was taller than the average man didn’t mean Akila was short. How dare he. There were so many things he could have said, but he decided to go for the low blow with a girl who wasn’t even short! That asshole. First, he takes her coins, then he makes fun of her. And she’s the one with the sword at his chest! You would think he would have the least bit of caution when there was a girl ready to strike him down. Fuck him.
“Funny, no one told me of the height requirement. Don’t worry, I snatch things off the top shelf just fine.” Her voice was dripping with sarcasm, and eyes narrowed down at the man. “And I handle myself well, as you just saw.”
Akila stepped forward, the tip of her sword just grazing his chest. She wasn’t breaking skin… but she would. If he pushed her. And Akila wouldn’t feel the least bit of guilt. “Done playing music with my coins?” She held her free hand out. “It’s not nice to keep a lady waiting.” And Akila wasn’t known for patience. Though he was lucky- Akila wasn’t sober. She was a much more pleasant lady when she was drunk… if you could call this pleasant.
For only a second, her dark eyes flickered down his body, before returning back to his gaze. Akila had to admit. The man was attractive. He was broad and muscular and the exact type of man Akila would like in her bed. His robes weren’t really her type, a little gaudy for her taste, but that aside everything else was very easy on the eyes. It would be a shame if she had to leave him a lifeless corpse in some random alley in Cairo. She’d forget about it after a minute or two, but during that time she might actually be a little sad. Well, probably not. Disappointed though.
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Like any good thief, he had a cocky smile and an attitude that matched it. Akila would typically like that. It was fun to riff off of, and Akila absolutely had a similar mindset- drunk or sober. But as it stood right now, Akila was unamused. That was her coin purse he was jingling in his hand. No one took her stuff.
He took his time to look at her. Akila could imagine the myriad of things that were going through his mind. He was probably questioning how such a beautiful woman caught him. He was thinking about how quick she must have been to have grabbed his wrist and forced his arm up his back. He might have even been questioning the scar on her brow, impressed with the fighting spirit that Akila had. Any of this, she would understand. She would think the same thing in his position. Who wouldn’t?
And he called her short.
That mother fucker. Akila was not short. She had met plenty of women shorter than her. Just because the man was taller than the average man didn’t mean Akila was short. How dare he. There were so many things he could have said, but he decided to go for the low blow with a girl who wasn’t even short! That asshole. First, he takes her coins, then he makes fun of her. And she’s the one with the sword at his chest! You would think he would have the least bit of caution when there was a girl ready to strike him down. Fuck him.
“Funny, no one told me of the height requirement. Don’t worry, I snatch things off the top shelf just fine.” Her voice was dripping with sarcasm, and eyes narrowed down at the man. “And I handle myself well, as you just saw.”
Akila stepped forward, the tip of her sword just grazing his chest. She wasn’t breaking skin… but she would. If he pushed her. And Akila wouldn’t feel the least bit of guilt. “Done playing music with my coins?” She held her free hand out. “It’s not nice to keep a lady waiting.” And Akila wasn’t known for patience. Though he was lucky- Akila wasn’t sober. She was a much more pleasant lady when she was drunk… if you could call this pleasant.
For only a second, her dark eyes flickered down his body, before returning back to his gaze. Akila had to admit. The man was attractive. He was broad and muscular and the exact type of man Akila would like in her bed. His robes weren’t really her type, a little gaudy for her taste, but that aside everything else was very easy on the eyes. It would be a shame if she had to leave him a lifeless corpse in some random alley in Cairo. She’d forget about it after a minute or two, but during that time she might actually be a little sad. Well, probably not. Disappointed though.
Like any good thief, he had a cocky smile and an attitude that matched it. Akila would typically like that. It was fun to riff off of, and Akila absolutely had a similar mindset- drunk or sober. But as it stood right now, Akila was unamused. That was her coin purse he was jingling in his hand. No one took her stuff.
He took his time to look at her. Akila could imagine the myriad of things that were going through his mind. He was probably questioning how such a beautiful woman caught him. He was thinking about how quick she must have been to have grabbed his wrist and forced his arm up his back. He might have even been questioning the scar on her brow, impressed with the fighting spirit that Akila had. Any of this, she would understand. She would think the same thing in his position. Who wouldn’t?
And he called her short.
That mother fucker. Akila was not short. She had met plenty of women shorter than her. Just because the man was taller than the average man didn’t mean Akila was short. How dare he. There were so many things he could have said, but he decided to go for the low blow with a girl who wasn’t even short! That asshole. First, he takes her coins, then he makes fun of her. And she’s the one with the sword at his chest! You would think he would have the least bit of caution when there was a girl ready to strike him down. Fuck him.
“Funny, no one told me of the height requirement. Don’t worry, I snatch things off the top shelf just fine.” Her voice was dripping with sarcasm, and eyes narrowed down at the man. “And I handle myself well, as you just saw.”
Akila stepped forward, the tip of her sword just grazing his chest. She wasn’t breaking skin… but she would. If he pushed her. And Akila wouldn’t feel the least bit of guilt. “Done playing music with my coins?” She held her free hand out. “It’s not nice to keep a lady waiting.” And Akila wasn’t known for patience. Though he was lucky- Akila wasn’t sober. She was a much more pleasant lady when she was drunk… if you could call this pleasant.
For only a second, her dark eyes flickered down his body, before returning back to his gaze. Akila had to admit. The man was attractive. He was broad and muscular and the exact type of man Akila would like in her bed. His robes weren’t really her type, a little gaudy for her taste, but that aside everything else was very easy on the eyes. It would be a shame if she had to leave him a lifeless corpse in some random alley in Cairo. She’d forget about it after a minute or two, but during that time she might actually be a little sad. Well, probably not. Disappointed though.