(Looking for others to play this out. Feel free to post!)
Aislin stood out front of the shady looking port bar that looked more like a wooden shack than any type of functioning establishment. Leaning against one of the battered crooked posts that held up the leaking roof over the front door. Tin, the only thing between her and the rain, pinged as it was beaten down upon. Her arms crossed over her chest as she looked from side to side, ignoring those that passed and watched out into the distance. A small smile pulled at the corner of her mouth as two burly men emerged from the hovering fog blanketing the area. Their biceps were as big around as her waist. But they had what she wanted. With a nudge she pushed from the post as they neared.
"Where is it?" The one with the shaved head spoke first. His voice sounded like a thick bubbling stew gurgling out the words.
Aislin raised her hands, palms up, and chuckled a little. "Fellas, what?s the rush' I thought we could go inside and have a large cold drink before-" Her words were cut off as was the air to her lungs when the second one took her by the throat with a mit that could have palmed her face.
"Before you stiff us and take our money?" He lifted her a little so that the toes of her boots scrapped at the mud beneath her. "We searched your ship. Questioned your crew. No one seems to know what we were talking about."
Ails in gripped the thick meat around her throat and pulled, trying to get a little relief. "You think...I would tell them?" She swallowed, hard and slow. "Risk one...taking it."
The two brutes shared a look for a moment before the one dropped her to her feet. Aislin craned her neck a little and rubbed it with her fingers. "Thank you. And no hard feelings. I understand your suspicions." She gestured to the front door. "How 'bout those drinks."
Neither giant opened the door for her, but let themselves in first and Aislin had to catch the door behind them. The place smelled of fish and stagnant sea water. It wasn't a place she frequented often, but it had come in handy on a few occasions when needing to make a quick get away. The patrons looked like hadn't bathed in weeks, which could also be contributing to the fish smell.
The three of them sat and had a few drinks together. Long enough for them to relax and forget the tension of the situation. Another reason she liked meeting here, the bar tender knew where to get the good stuff. Which was why he could charge double what the competition did. It also made sure his patrons had deep pockets and kept them coming back.
"If you will excuse me a moment gentlemen. Nature calls." Aislin made her way to the ladies room which was across the room behind her two new 'friends'. Exactly how she wanted it. Because she before she reached the planked door, Aislin stepped sharply to her left and into one of the darkened corners. Grinning as she fingered the heavy leather pouch inside her leather vest hiding just below her cleavage. The one she had swiped from the oaf who almost strangled her.
Aislin quickly made her way up the stairs to the right and down the hallway to the last room on the right. Flinging open the door, she glanced around quickly and smiled nodding her apology to the two lovers...well a man and probably his paid entertainment for that evening, in the bed and made haste to the window. Raising it, she slid a leg out and onto the dinky stairs that led to the ground.
Quickly she was on the ground running. But she'd not cleared the fog yet when she heard a deep voice growl 'bitch' from behind her. Looking back with a broad grin to the two men who were now chasing after her. Sad thing was, while she was brimming with self assurance to the losers behind her, she ran face first into something hard. But soft enough that she bounced off of it and hit the ground. She hadn't even had time to look up before she was being picked up by her hair. And was now faced with a man that was just as large as the other two, and could have passed for one of their brothers.
Aislin stood out front of the shady looking port bar that looked more like a wooden shack than any type of functioning establishment. Leaning against one of the battered crooked posts that held up the leaking roof over the front door. Tin, the only thing between her and the rain, pinged as it was beaten down upon. Her arms crossed over her chest as she looked from side to side, ignoring those that passed and watched out into the distance. A small smile pulled at the corner of her mouth as two burly men emerged from the hovering fog blanketing the area. Their biceps were as big around as her waist. But they had what she wanted. With a nudge she pushed from the post as they neared.
"Where is it?" The one with the shaved head spoke first. His voice sounded like a thick bubbling stew gurgling out the words.
Aislin raised her hands, palms up, and chuckled a little. "Fellas, what?s the rush' I thought we could go inside and have a large cold drink before-" Her words were cut off as was the air to her lungs when the second one took her by the throat with a mit that could have palmed her face.
"Before you stiff us and take our money?" He lifted her a little so that the toes of her boots scrapped at the mud beneath her. "We searched your ship. Questioned your crew. No one seems to know what we were talking about."
Ails in gripped the thick meat around her throat and pulled, trying to get a little relief. "You think...I would tell them?" She swallowed, hard and slow. "Risk one...taking it."
The two brutes shared a look for a moment before the one dropped her to her feet. Aislin craned her neck a little and rubbed it with her fingers. "Thank you. And no hard feelings. I understand your suspicions." She gestured to the front door. "How 'bout those drinks."
Neither giant opened the door for her, but let themselves in first and Aislin had to catch the door behind them. The place smelled of fish and stagnant sea water. It wasn't a place she frequented often, but it had come in handy on a few occasions when needing to make a quick get away. The patrons looked like hadn't bathed in weeks, which could also be contributing to the fish smell.
The three of them sat and had a few drinks together. Long enough for them to relax and forget the tension of the situation. Another reason she liked meeting here, the bar tender knew where to get the good stuff. Which was why he could charge double what the competition did. It also made sure his patrons had deep pockets and kept them coming back.
"If you will excuse me a moment gentlemen. Nature calls." Aislin made her way to the ladies room which was across the room behind her two new 'friends'. Exactly how she wanted it. Because she before she reached the planked door, Aislin stepped sharply to her left and into one of the darkened corners. Grinning as she fingered the heavy leather pouch inside her leather vest hiding just below her cleavage. The one she had swiped from the oaf who almost strangled her.
Aislin quickly made her way up the stairs to the right and down the hallway to the last room on the right. Flinging open the door, she glanced around quickly and smiled nodding her apology to the two lovers...well a man and probably his paid entertainment for that evening, in the bed and made haste to the window. Raising it, she slid a leg out and onto the dinky stairs that led to the ground.
Quickly she was on the ground running. But she'd not cleared the fog yet when she heard a deep voice growl 'bitch' from behind her. Looking back with a broad grin to the two men who were now chasing after her. Sad thing was, while she was brimming with self assurance to the losers behind her, she ran face first into something hard. But soft enough that she bounced off of it and hit the ground. She hadn't even had time to look up before she was being picked up by her hair. And was now faced with a man that was just as large as the other two, and could have passed for one of their brothers.