The ale stood still as a lake in the tankards held firm in Petra's hands as the sudden crack of a table breaking sounded from behind her. She sidestepped between cheering men and nearly slipped up on a puddle of the drinks she had gone through the trouble of pouring the bastards. She was going to have hell cleaning that up while they were all passed out and snoring. As she moved through the crowd she was frisked by the hands of pirates looking to score gold or a feel but she never even flinched, even when the prying was more forceful. At last she slammed the tankards down on a table and put one hand on her hip, blowing a lock of dark hair from her eyes.
"Anything else I can get you gentlemen?" She said, her voice either naturally or intended to be provocative. There was the crunching of a man losing his teeth as her full lips turned up into a forced, almost sarcastic smile at the two men in front of her. They merely leaned out with wide eyes to look around her to the spectacle. She rolled her eyes and finally looked over her bare shoulder to acknowledge the elephant in the room. The young and bloody foreign woman was happily chugging down a drink and Petra gave an exasperated sigh. The fighting had been going on for the past week and Madeline hadn't lifted a finger, so it was OK to let it slide, right? "... Dinner and a show. She's spoiling you, breathing that heavy without a charge..." Petra turned her head back to the distracted pirates with a raised eyebrow. "I'm not so generous." She gestured with a slender yet calloused finger to hand over the coin, but they didn't notice. "Boys..."
Her sensual voice earned more male attention than intended, and many who were near her turned their heads and did a double take before having their attentions snatched back up by the next challenger approaching the foreigner. The men sat in front of her both looked up and one elbowed the other, who fished out the payment. Petra gave the pile of coins in her hand a scan and flicked her eyes back up to him questioningly. This was definitely too much to be the price of two ales.
"Oh, that's not a tip, sweet'art." The ruddy faced bloke grinned revealing golden yellow teeth. Petra shook her head with a chuckle and her brown eyes softened with false sympathy.
"Sorry champ, I don't do that kinda work no more. But since you know how to flatter a woman, I'll treat you..." she leaned over the table towards him with a smirk and slowly slipped the coins between her generous cleavage. The pirates watched her breasts with hungry eyes and twitching hands and as Petra made the last coin disappear, she winked. "Stay late enough and you might earn a dance. I'll see you boys around." She turned swiftly and sashayed away, her chest heavy with the money she had so blatantly stolen from the man without him even realizing. The ruckus of another fight breaking out called her attention and she groaned and made her way over. One of the local wenches, Mabel, had fallen to the ground with her skirt over her head and two wasted men were going all out over the top of her, punching and cursing. They were going as 'all out' as they could in their intoxicated states, with dis-coordinated footing and swings. Petra gestured for poor Mabel to go crawl under a table and cracked her neck before forcing herself between their sweaty bodies and elbowing them away from each other.
"Ay! Not on the carpet!" She shouted. She kept them apart with a hand on each of their chests and they calmed and backed off. She kicked the carpet aside with a heeled boot and slapped her hands together. "Alright, there you go. May the best man win." She made a bowing gesture, but as soon as she leaned over someone took advantage of it and slapped her ass, which she promptly ignored. The two men whose passions had fizzled since the heat of the moment just looked at each other like, 'should we...?' and Petra snorted and stuck out a hand for Mabel to hoist herself up with. She immediately was assaulted by a bone crushing hug from the young blonde. Over Mabel's freckled shoulder she spied two men sitting at the bar, one oddly well groomed for the type of establishment he was sitting in and another very familiar dark haired man drinking himself into a coma. As she met his eyes, she flashed him a wolfish grin and hugged Mabel back.
"Oh, Petra! Laurie found out I gave better prices to the nicer looking ones and... that happened..."
Petra tore her eyes from the man and looked at Mabel sternly, her mouth set into a firm line. "Be more careful with that, will ya? It's more likely you're the one that ends up getting beat on. You're a lucky duckling. You don't screw pirates out of their money unless - well, unless you're like me, and I am exceptionally good at it." She spent some time reassuring Mabel and giving her tips to handle such a situation then wriggled out of her grasp to walk towards the dark haired man when a rough hand caught her arm and she was turned to see Madeline Buckley, the only one empathetic enough to hire an ex-whore.
"Rough 'em up like that, an' when I keel o'er, ya could be running this joint." She praised her, making Petra raise her head proudly. The skin around Madeline's eyes crinkled more than usual as she grinned. "Now, we're runnin' low on the good stuff. Be a dearie and go fetch?"
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The sounds of merriment felt worlds away as Petra descended down the steps to the cellar with nothing but a flickering lamp lighting the dark. As she got to the bottom and navigated her way around the barrels, she made clicking noises with her mouth and kept a watchful eye on the shadows. When she saw one move, she smiled and sidled up alongside the barrel the movement came from and stretched out her arm. A furry leg unfurled hesitantly and drew back when it touched her fingers, then came back to her as it recognized her clicks. Seven legs followed and Petra's heartbeat went forcibly calm as the creature's fat furry abdomen dragged along her arm as it made its way up to greet her. Both she and the spider froze as two hands grabbed hold of her hips. Petra's fear quickly subsided and she groaned.
"I thought I told Mad Buckley to spread the word. Find another hole to pleasure your cock with." The stranger took no heed and pressed up against her and her face turned stony with annoyance. "Keep doing that and I'll jam it down the end of your gun barrel. How's that for blowing a load..."
"Shut up. Yer kidding me, right? Came all this way looking forward for ya, and you've decided you're too good for it?"
Petra tilted her head and scrunched up her face, which her giant spider was climbing up over. "Allan?" Oh great, a regular. She sighed. "Whores come and whores go, don't cry over me. Now, Leanne. Leanne's been selling herself short lately, a bit too desperate for quick coin if you ask me. She's worth so much more. She's still fresh, only been rooted twi-"
"I don't want Leanne, I came here for you." His grip tightened and he held her wrists, forcing her over a table. Petra snorted and blew the chunk of disheveled hair out of her face.
"Worried about her experience? You do like a woman that can move. Makes sense when you're as lifeless as a dead fish." At that he grabbed her hair and shoved her face down, but unbeknownst to him, she was smirking against the cold wood of the table. Without warning, a furry ball shot up his arm and latched onto his face and Petra raised up to take up arms - her weapon of choice being the mop leaning on the wall next to her.
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The fight took less than thirty seconds. Getting the barrel up the stairs was much more strenuous, but she was tougher than she looked. Scratch that, with her defined muscles splattered with blood that bulged as she hauled the barrel up each step, she looked exactly as tough as she was. She dragged the barrel to the middle of the tavern and grabbed an axe to chop off the top, yelling, "Drop a coin in the barrel and grab a pint!" Madeline huffed from the bar and made sure the pirates followed through. After all, these people weren't too familiar with the trust system. "I'm going on break." A scuffed up Petra informed the woman. She caught a glimpse of Alis talking to the foreigner while she was making her way to the bar and shot a flirtatious wink at her before looking back to see... that Bjorn was no longer sitting down drinking and a fight had broken out at the bar. Again.
"I..." she seethed, "I am going to need a bigger mop."