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Post by Naomi Harlaw on Aug 5, 2017 19:08:28 GMT
A regular tavern nestled among the other buildings. You can order whatever you want to eat or drink and even find the right sort of company, if you don't mind loosing the right amount of coin.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 5, 2017 20:33:13 GMT
The place is a rowdy mess as the Survivor's crew enters, but it is early yet and many are there just to eat bread and trout before embarking on more insanity. Jaren the Clueless, Naomi's somewhat moronic deckhand, looks about. "If a kraken lives in water how does it ever get drunk?" He asked.
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Post by Naomi Harlaw on Aug 5, 2017 20:40:29 GMT
"No clue, Jaren", she shrugged,"I guess the one who owns this establishment thought it was a catchy phrase." Pushing a drunk patron aside and tripping another, Naomi finally made her way to the bar, "Gimme something strong... And I don't need a glass."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 5, 2017 21:44:18 GMT
The server just looks at her. "Should...should I pour it directly into your mouth?" He asked. Whoreson shook his head.
"I hate my fucking life," he grumbled. "Give her the gods damned bottle you nit wit." He tossed some coins down and he slid a leather bottle of brandy over. "This place smells worse than the Survivor's cesspit."
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Post by Naomi Harlaw on Aug 5, 2017 21:50:33 GMT
His stupidity was going to be short-lived, but before she could grab the barhand, the clinking of the coins hit the bartop. Naomi gave Whoreson a short glance,"You just saved his life", she grabbed the bottle and took a long drink.
"Oh shit, you're right. Reminds me of home, glad I picked the right place, or would you rather spend time with the fops and posh crew", she grinned. Leaning to her first mate,"Do you think I'd catch anything here if I ..... Decided I wanted a fuck?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 5, 2017 22:21:19 GMT
"Would you want to fuck anything here?" He asked. "I wouldn't even trust the blankets to touch my body. You want a man...or a woman, find a place that doesn't sell piss from duskendale packed into a keg."
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Post by Naomi Harlaw on Aug 5, 2017 22:26:20 GMT
Letting out a loud cackle,"I knew you wouldn't let me do something stupid, was why I asked." Taking another drink from the bottle,"Ah fuck it, to be honest I'd take a bit of both if it was worth the coin..." She measured up the crowd, seeing that Salt was correct in his observation,"Yeah let's carry our business elsewheres to fops and posh."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 5, 2017 22:28:06 GMT
Whoreson shrugged. "Of you say so. I'll stay here, I prefer seeing the ship with those assholes guarding it. I'll see you in the morning," he said. "Take lackwit with you...at least you can outrun him if it comes to trouble."
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Post by Naomi Harlaw on Aug 5, 2017 22:43:27 GMT
Glancing back at Jaren,"Seriously...", she asked. "Ah hell, c'mon Jaren, Let's help your Captain find a good time. There may even be something in it for you."
Heading for the door, she throws up a hand to Salt,"I'll see you in the morning." Naomi turned back to him quickly,"Oh and while I'm thinking about it. Since the ship smells so bad, make the fuckers clean the cesspit. I don't like hurting you sensitive nose, Salty",she smiled back at him.
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