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Post by Kaye on May 1, 2013 22:52:57 GMT -5
Kaye had just reached Bruce and was untying him when she realized she hadn't completely answered the question Street had posed concerning the beating of another person. Not that it had mattered, she was going to see him again in about an hour so she'd just have to answer him then.
Bruce stood up and stretched, reaching his nose out to her when she got there. Kaye absently reached down and scratched the dog on the top of the head and then led him home. She hadn't been concerned for the need he might have had to drink because the watering trough was positioned within his reach the entire day.
The moment they got home, Kaye unleashed Bruce, who ran straight to the back yard where he knew his food would be waiting for him as it was everyday.
Kaye climbed up the stairs to the front door, opened it and walked in. Her father wouldn't be home yet and her mom was probably already out to some social event oh spending time with Mr. Faldor and his family and so, she went straight to her room, pulled out a sheet of paper and quickly scribbled out a report for the soldiers, just in case they came by when she wasn't there. After she'd finished the report, which took her no more than a couple minutes, she pulled a cord that would ring a bell for a servant to come to her room.
“Scuse me miss.” A small voice came from her doorway no more than about a minute after she'd rang the bell. “Did you need something?” The same quiet voice asked.
Kaye turned and smiled at the small girl waiting in her doorway. “Yes..” She started and then picked up and handed the report to the girl. “Could you set this on the table next to the front door and be certain that if the soldiers show up, they get it.” She stated instead of asked.
“Ok miss, will that be all?” The girl asked.
“Yes, thank you Mandy.” Kaye replied and then as the girl was leaving, she closed her door and proceeded to change her clothes.
After she'd changed, now wearing a dark blue shirt, long tails in the back that lead down to about mid thigh and shorter in front, just about an inch above her hips, buttoned up the front. The neckline of the coat/shirt was rounded with a black collar and came down just far enough to flirt about her cleavage but not showing too much at the same time. The sleeves of the shirt were long, coming to an end st the bottom of the palm of each hand.. She then pulled on a pair of legging, black, that came down to just above her knees, followed by a pair of black leather booths that laced up the front with dark blue laces and a small enough heal that allowed for running and ass kicking if need be; the heal was about 1” tall.
After the clothing came the inevitable assortment of throwing knives and daggers. A belt would be needed this time. She plucked one from her dresser and buckled it about her hips. Tucked into the belt were 10 throwing knives, five on either side, each fitting properly in slits made especially for them. As for the daggers, well she tucked one on the inside of each boot and one for the outside of each boot, once more, slots custom made to fit and hide them well enough but still leave easy access.
She took a look at herself in a mirror, ran a comb through her thick long locks and then with a shrug, figuring she looked fine, she grabbed one last pouch from her dresser drawer, tied it to her belt, and then was off.
Kaye ran down the stairs and then around the corner of the house and locked the gate to the backyard. She figured Bruce could stay home this time, he'd had such a long day out in the sun anyway so he really didn't object.
Now she headed to the Phantom. She would be there in about 20 minutes. That was of course, should nothing go wrong along the way.
Now stepping up to the doorway of the Phantom, her journey being without incident, she was just about right on time and so, she stepped through the door looked around and seeing that she'd beat him there, went over and claimed a table, nodding to a few patrons she knew and waited.
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Post by Street on May 2, 2013 2:10:17 GMT -5
It took a while to get across town to the last place that Street left his shirt. There was a barber shop in the poor district that used to be a diner long ago. The barber had the cellar boarded up, so it left a small sheltered space that a few of Street's friends typically snuck into through a hole under the back steps in an alley. Street had stayed there the night before after winning a fight for bet; where he earned the second of his two copper coins – enough for a stew and a mead - or now that he would be meeting a friend, two drinks.
Tow guys and a girl were playing cards on the cellar floor with crackers for poker chips. They all looked up as Street came through the hole. “Hey guys,” he greeted them once he stood crouched in the cellar and they all greeted him in kind. Street reached into the corner for his thin, tattered tank top. “Clair taking your dinner again?” he jeered at the two young men who were clearly losing their crackers.
“They sure are” the girl responded with a grin as the two grumbled under their breath. “Heading to the Phantom already?” most people who knew Street knew the only reason Street wore a shirt was if he had to.
“Yeah.” he responded while bringing his small shirt up to his nose for a quick sniff. “I've got these two coppers burning a whole in my side.” He was partially being sarcastic about how little he had, but for the most part any coin any of the rats had was pretty exciting to them.
Clair put her cards down and pulled another three crackers into her pile. “Is she cute?” Street looked a little stunned and didn't have anything to say. “The girl you're meeting at the bar.” Clair elaborated after a couple seconds' silence. “You sniffed your shirt so I'm betting she's cute.” Clair smiled and then glanced at her two opponents. “Anyone wanna take that bet? Three crackers.” They grinned and shook their heads.
“Yeah she is.” Street replied, a little defeated but rather enthused as he slid the small white shirt over his shoulders onto his body, then shuffled towards the hole. The shirt didn't smell too awful, it only had one hole; just above the lower seem at the back, and the dirt stains were minimal.
“Go get 'er Street” one of the two guys said as they both turned to nod fair well.
Clair got up and leaned forward to Street, handing him a half dozen crackers. “Eat something before you go will ya.” She knew he wouldn't have anything to eat otherwise and she still had plenty of crackers left.
“Thanks” he smiled before closing his fist around the crackers Clair gave him, put his arm through the hole, and thrust himself out under the steps in the alley. The Phantom was a little ways from there, so Street started immediately in that direction, eating his handful of crackers before picking up the pace.
The sun was just starting to set as Street dropped down from the rooftops into the alley behind the Phantom. There weren't all too many people in the bar yet, and there probably wouldn't be for a couple hours yet. With a quick glance around the room as he walked through the doors, Street was able to pick Kaye out sitting at a table. He waved to the nearest waitress on his way to the table, and she met him there as he arrived. “I'd like a mead please,” he smiled at the waitress as he pulled out a chair and placed his two copper coins on the table, “and my friend Kaye would like – what to drink?” He left the order open to Kaye, knowing mead wasn't the best tasting drink in the bar, but for Street it was the most nourishing, and it packed a punch too.
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Post by Kaye on May 2, 2013 13:21:46 GMT -5
“Ya and the sound they made when yer bring 'em outta the water is a flip, flip, flap...”
The conversation at the table behind her seemed to fade away when she saw him enter the room, her blue/grey eyes brightened slightly and she smiled as he approached.
“Oh, uh.. Mead will do just fine.” She told the waitress, who by now knew that was what Kaye would order.
“Hang on...” Kaye started and then reached inside the pouch she'd tied to her waist. She handed the waitress a few more coins, though only the two of them could see what they were. “Bring us each a nice hot bowl of stew and some fresh bread...” The waitress nodded and then Kaye reached out and grabbed her hand lightly. “And some butter too please.” She added.
“Gods I'm starving.” She smiled as her attention drew back over to Street. “I hope you can eat. I don't know about you, but I plan on doing some serious drinking and that won't last too long without food in the belly.” She added with a wink. “Besides...” She grinned widely as she looked at Street. “With a body like yours, I would suppose you need to feed it.” She ended with a little girl giggle.
She'd hoped she hadn't overstepped her boundaries by ordering food for them, but she really was starving, she'd only had an apple for breakfast that morning and nothing else really. She also knew the guy sitting across from her was a Street Rat and though she didn't pity him, she figured he could use a good meal as well and she was the type pf person who always felt that a good deed such as the one he'd done today, should always be rewarded.
“Oh..” She said then, ending that girlish giggle sharply. “I never did finish answering your question earlier. Sorry for that, I got kind of distracted.” She started up conversation again. “No.” She answered shortly. “No, fighting, or beating someone's face in is not a jail-able offence. If it were I'd certainly not be sitting here now.” She continued. “Killing, raping, stealing and threats against a public official are really the only things that will, or should, get you thrown into jail.” She finished with a decisive nod.
“Oh and..” She half laughed. “Hi.”
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Post by Street on May 2, 2013 16:34:48 GMT -5
Street was a little stunned when Kaye placed an order for both of their dinners; he had gathered that Kaye was well enough off but would never have presumed. “Yeah,” he replied, shaking his head a little - dismissing the slight shock, “I could always eat.”
The girls comment had solicited a wry grin from him as she said it. “I'm always hungry.” He addressed her statement, “I mean, I eat what I can, when I can – you know how it is.” He had tried to rephrase his answer to avoid sounding pitiful, but in retrospect it hadn't seemed to work. He also came to realize he was just so used to hanging with other rats, and Kaye probably didn't know 'how it is', but he couldn't really retract the statement and was left a little abashed, looking down at the table for a moment with his hands gripping each other lightly under the table.
Street took a deep breath and looked up at the girl beside him with a friendly smile. “Thank you.” he then expressed, more genuinely than most things the typically sarcastic street rat ever had to say. He then released a very brief chuckle, loosing him from his unease. “And also, Hi.” he returned her latest comment with one much the same.
The waitress had returned by then with the two mugs of mead and set them down on the table. Street smiled up at her and picked his mug up as she turned to walk away. He muttered a repetition under his breath as he brought the mug up to his lips, 'Killing, raping, stealing, threats against an official.” He took a sip of his mead and then looked back to Kaye as he lowered his mead. “Break a few faces have you?” he realized her meaning and he liked it – offered her an approving grin – then looked down the side of her by instinct – sizing her up. “Those 'll do more than break a face.” he jeered, noticing the hilts of her knives along her belt and in her boots, and tried to avoid focusing on her curves through the black leggings.
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Post by Kaye on May 2, 2013 17:27:00 GMT -5
She was relieved she hadn't seemed to offend him over her dinner move. She could like this guy and wouldn't want her confidence to get in the way at all. He was a good person that was obvious. Certainly not a saint, but a good person all together. The fact that he was very attractive might have played a small role there, but in all honesty it was his actions of earlier today that had caught her attention.
She did notice his apparent unease after his own comment of her 'knowing how it is'. No, she didn't 'know how it was'. She'd been rich from the start and had want for nothing material ever. She did however, 'know how it was'. She spent an entire life walking the streets of Meerin and she wasn't blind. She saw past what was her station in life and often took it on herself to give when she could. Little things like maybe buy the apple a small child just stole from a shop to keep the kid from getting into trouble and things like that. She however, would just let that topic drop and move on.
She raised her mug to him and took a short draw from the bitter contents inside. There was a slight smirk on her lips as he realized that she wasn't so innocent herself.
“Indeed...” She started just as the meal was brought out, complete with a steaming bowl of fresh bread with a plate of butter on the side. “I've had to be quite less than lady-like a few times in my life.” She left it there. “As for these...” She motioned towards her little arsenal about her person. “Well, I grew up the little sister of three older brothers and so I've learned a few tricks here or there.” She told him without going into how good she was with said items. “Besides, one doesn't have to use these things as killing devices, simply self defense.. you know...” She smiled and then took up the butter knife, twirled it in her fingers then dunked it into the butter as she plucked a piece of bread from the bowl with the other hand and then slit it open with the buttered knife.
She set the knife down lightly on the edge of the Butter plate and after giving Street a quick wink, she tore off a chunk of buttered bread and dunked it into her stew and ate it without concern of looking like a pig.
“Yum.” She then stated just before taking a drink from her Mead to wash it down.
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Post by Street on May 2, 2013 18:28:03 GMT -5
Street glanced up when the waitress approached and his gaze lingered on the food longer than he should have liked to show. The stews looked thick and steaming - neither traits were common to him for what he'd tend to afford – and the bread looked soft and warm. He forced his gaze away to take another drink of mead while the food was set in front of them.
“Actually, you're pretty smart to carry.” he remarked, placing his mug on the table and finally moving his other hand out from under it. “There's guys out there, like hurtin' people.” Street looked up at Kaye as he explained his comment. “It's what I've heard, and my experience that you're better off fighting back – and a girl like you is a target out there.”
Street had watched Kaye cut and butter her bread, so duplicated her process with a piece of his own. There was an uneasy excitement that knotted his stomach as the butter melted in the bread and he felt the little loaf squish between his fingers. He tried his best to act natural; he didn't like to seem so vulnerable and it was a little embarrassing to stumble over buttered bread.
After dipping his bread in the stew, Street took a bite and leaned back in his chair - succumbing to the elated feel of eating good fresh food – and his eyes slowly closed. “This is good.” He opened his eyes to glance at Kaye with a satisfied nod before taking another bite and leaning his head back as he chewed.
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Post by Kaye on May 2, 2013 18:58:58 GMT -5
He wasn’t joking either. It wasn't a nice place out there especially once the sun went down. There were things out there aside from the guys who liked hurting people, things that hunted them and regardless as to rather one was female or male, they had to be able to at least give it a good fight because you never knew when you might have that small chance of surviving.
“That's what my brothers always told me.” She stated after another good bite of stew. “There was a time when I couldn't escape their watchful eyes and sometimes still, I think they have eyes on me even though only John is left in the city.” She stated, figuring he catch on that John was one of her brothers.
Kaye took a few more bites of her food and then another draw from her mead before continuing to talk.
“I've had to use the daggers more than a couple times already.” She explained. “I tend to get a little more confident than what's good for me when I drink too much, but at least I never get so drunk I can't use them either.” She shrugged. “The fact that I am usually followed by that great heap of a hunting dog does detour most the bad ideas that come forth toward me when I walk home at night.” She finished and then turned to her food again.
After taking only a bite she looked up again, this time with a smile. “Of course, I don't carry the throwing knives just for protection I must admit.” She stated and then returned to eating.
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Post by Street on May 2, 2013 19:42:15 GMT -5
Street grinned at Kaye's explanation of her drinking habits. “I think I'd like you drunk.” He quickly realized that might sound bad, but he'd had enough of digging his holes deeper by rephrasing things, so he moved on. “Your brothers sound like good guys. Where'd the other two go?” Stories of people moving on to new things in life were always interesting to Street; almost enough to pull him out of his buttered bread delight, but not quite. He stayed stooped in his seat bite after bite.
He was glad to hear she kept an escort around town; it made him feel a lot better about thinking how she seemed to travel the city on her own.
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Post by Kaye on May 2, 2013 20:12:06 GMT -5
Kaye was munching quietly on the last bit of her bread and then wiped her bowl clean with the very last bite. Then she settled the bowl on the table, took up her mead and swallowed the last of its contents.
Just as she settled the empty container on the table the same waitress who had started with them brought over two more and set them in front of the two as she took Kaye's empty bowl and tankard away.
Kaye offered her thanks to the waitress by gracing her with a nod and a friendly smile. She leaned forward, crossing her arms on the top of the table eyeing Street with a smile. He was really enjoying his meal and this pleased her more so than it really should have. She distracted herself by looking around the room for a minute before returning her blue-eyed gaze back in his direction.
“Brad moved to the Capitol City and then got married to a girl he had met there when we visited a long time ago, I don't even remember the visit but I am told I was there.” she started. “Justin married a girl from here and then they too moved to the capitol.” She shrugged. “Justin took a knights position in the Queens service...” She trailed off and then sighed. “I'm about ready to loose John soon too. He's been quite busy dating a very pretty girl named Alexis. Her family and mine have been close for as long as I can remember. I never really liked Alexis she was too girlie for me.” She finished explaining her brothers as well her objection to her brothers' choice in a to-be wife.
She sat more straight in her chair now and put on a happy smile just before grasping her tankard and taking it to her lips, poured about half of it down her throat and settled it back to the table again. “Well, if you might like seeing me drunk, let us find out shall we?” She grinned and then finished off her second tankard in a matter of a few seconds.
Kaye eyed him and his food as well his full tankard. “You have some catching up to do I would think.” She winked at him just before she motioned to their waitress to come back again.
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Post by Street on May 2, 2013 21:24:22 GMT -5
Street finished his bread while listening to Kaye tell about her brothers moving to the capitol. Her second brother's journey explained Kaye's influence earlier over the guards; Only men from nobility could be sworn knights. The realization stunned Street a little – he had never known a noble person to spend time with the likes of his sort. The conversation with Kaye created for Street the first humanization of Meerin's upper class; she seemed a perfectly relatable person.
The way she put away her mead didn't hurt her case. Street watched her swallow her second drink at once with a cocked brow and a slight look of disbelief on his face. He saw the challenge she laid and wasn't one to back down; Street finished his first mug before saying a thing, and followed it immediately with the second drink in his left hand before he could take a breath in between. Setting one mug down before the other, Street belched and then covered his mouth for a quick instant.
“I get what you mean about that girl,” he started, thinking about Kaye's expressed dislike for her brother's choice in women, “There's this girl in the alley - Clair – well she's like a little sister to me and a while back she started seein' this guy – Gaston – he wasn't good for her you know? He wasn't poor like us or nothin' but he liked to hang out in the alleys with these other guys, and they're none o' them up to any good.” He was starting to ramble, not at all from the drink but for sake of relating a bit. “They hang out n' make trouble for people 'cuz it makes them feel badass or something, i dunno. She liked him cuz he noticed her and he could buy her stuff, but he was just using her you know, she was a thing that he had and you know, he was a bad guy.” It was a hard story to tell without the uglier details, but it didn't seem appropriate to tell.
“I didn't like him any so I had a little talk with him you know, not so many words, but he understood my meaning and she doesn't see him anymore.” Street was pretty satisfied how the situation had ended, and took a spoon full of his stew.
“Mm,” he moaned and filled the spoon again. “You could try a similar approach with your brother's girl,” he suggested with a shrug as he looked over at Kaye before taking the next mouth fulls of stew.
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Post by Kaye on May 2, 2013 21:51:10 GMT -5
The waitress walked over and collected their empties and at the same time deposited two mugs each on the table in front of them. “There, maybe I can take care of a few others before you finish?” She posed it as a joking question and Kaye smiled as she plucked her next dink form the table.
She had just started taking a swig from her tankard when Street had suggested she follow his lead and take care of Alexis in the same manor he'd taken care of the jerk his friend was seeing and she spit out her ale and started laughing really hard.
“No...no..” She sputtered and then laughed again as her mind imagined the outcome of that one. “Nope.” She said then and held her breath to stop her laughter. “I don't think that would be an ideal way to handle that situation. I'll just have to learn to live with his choice. It's not like she's using him for sex or anything, unfortunately, they do indeed love one another and who would I be to try and get between that.” She then stated seriously.
She took a huge swig of her mead then and after wiping away the foam from her upper lip she settled the container back on the table and tilted her head slowly to one side as she looked at Street and then back again. Her lips turned back up into a warm smile.
“Besides, I am certain he wouldn't interfere with my choice in friends, so long as I wasn't being harmed in any way.” She winked at him, knowing now that he might be understanding who she was. “No, my family doesn't work that way. At least my father and brothers don't at any rate.” She told him. “MOM on the other hand...” She shook her head and sighed as she grabbed her mead and downed half it again. “Oh mommy...” She laughed. “I let her dress me up and take me places to make her happy though, I mean she is after all, my mom.” She finished with a shrug.
Then she stood up and turned toward the back of the bar. There, hanging on the wall was a target board. She deftly pushed her chair away from her feet and then turned and grinned at Street. Very quickly and before anyone could say move, she had pulled out and let loos one of her throwing knives. It sailed through the air straight and true coming to rest in the center of the board.
“That's what I have these for.” she then twirled on her heals and smiled largely at him as her hand reached down and grasped her tankard. She poured another good quarter of it down her throat and gave a half giggle before sitting down again. She wasn't worried anyone might try and take the knife from its resting place, she knew over half the patrons here. It was one of her favorite playgrounds after all.
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Post by Street on May 2, 2013 22:56:01 GMT -5
Street had to laugh as Kaye spit mead on the table. He watched her as she explained the difference; all together, the girl in question didn't sound to be such a problem like Gaston had been. The idea hadn't occurred to Street until Kaye mentioned it, but he suddenly realized that nobles each looking down on lower classes wasn't only by their own accord but for the sake of other nobles' perception of them; what a vain pursuit, he thought, but meanwhile Kaye was there fraternizing not just with a commoner but with a lowly street rat in the face of all that.
The concept of a mom was pretty alien to the street rat who had never had one of his own. Even most of the people in the alley were either orphaned or otherwise ran away from home due to the awful experiences they each had with their own parents. All together he knew none of those realities were what parents were supposed to be, but the ideal bond to one's parents was still foreign to Street, so he just smiled and shrugged as Kaye spoke.
Street watched Kaye stand and turn to the board. He couldn't help eyeing her up some more as her back was turned and almost missed her act. The whole thing happened quicker than quick and on a whole, took him by surprise. He looked up at the knife in the board and then back at the girl who threw it. “Wow.” he responded to her show with some enthusiasm. “You could be really dangerous with those things.”
His stew had been finished by then, and Street drained a quarter of his next mead down his throat to match what Kaye had drawn from hers. “You've set yourself behind.” He teased while turning his head a little to the side as he looked at the mess of spewed mead on the table, before taking up his other mug in his other hand and setting his feet up on the table despite that.
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Post by Kaye on May 2, 2013 23:21:56 GMT -5
Kaye looked down at the mess on the table and shrugged but it wasn't long before a man came by and wiped the table clean. Once he did, Kaye plucked her tankard up off the table and drew from it again. She was having a good time just sitting here talking with Street.
She once more picked up and downed the first of her two tankards of mead and set the empty aside to start the new one.
“I guess I could be deadly with these things if I had to be, but lets just hope I never have to be, I wouldn't want to have to be. I honestly don't know if I could take another life, well on purpose at any rate.” She mused out loud more so than anything else. She had never thought of her throwing knives as anything but toys really. She supposed she would use them to defend herself should she have to, but then why would she throw a knife at some one who was retreating, and if they were attacking, she'd use a dagger if needed. All manner of thinking started in her mind and she shook her head to clear the thoughts away and took another swallow.
Kaye was looking at Street, more watching him than simply looking. Had she been more sober she wouldn't have been so outward, but at the moment the mead was catching up to her clouding her judgement just slightly. He was very pleasant to look after all.
“So, did you teach yourself to do all that stuff you did today?” She started. “You know, the climbing and jumping stuff.” She continued. “My knife throwing isn't near as cool as all that. But thanks all the same.” She went on as she pushed an unruly lock of hair behind her ear. “My brothers and I used to have competitions all the time with these things.” She went on her hand sliding down to the belt about her hips, an index finger lightly running over the hilt of one of the knives in an almost loving manner.
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Post by Street on May 3, 2013 0:19:18 GMT -5
Street lifted his feet off the table as the man wiped the spewed mead, then set them back down as soon as he was done. He took a few more good gulps out of the mug in his right hand and then rested them each on his thighs as he leaned back in his chair.
He drank the rest of the mug while listening to Kaye contemplate killing someone with her throwing knives. All her points made sense, though it took the conversation a little deeper than he had meant to push it. She seemed to be done with that line of thought, and Street started into his next mug as he met her gaze.
“Yeah, I did.” He answered shortly between sips of mead that were swiftly warming his blood. “I figured a long time ago the best way to get some place wasn't always on the ground. Growing up in the alleys, there was all sorts of trouble down one street or the other, so I learned pretty quick to avoid some places. There's not a lot of streets around some corners, so i started going over them.” Street took another drink and laughed a little, “I used to hurt myself a lot back then – imagine a little guy; not four or five years old climbing buildings and stuff – but you know, I used to get beat up a lot too, and that don't happen much anymore.” He continued his answer with a grin, “That shit in the square was kid stuff. I've been runnin' n' jumpin' all around this city since the day I could walk.” Street took the last drink of his other mead, then shrugged with both arms out to his sides - each holding an empty mug – both his eyebrows cocked, and a coy grin on his face – head turned sideways looking at Kaye. “It's natural.” he concluded with a belch.
Having answered the girl's question, Street thought to put on a little show of his own; Still looking over at Kaye, he thrust himself out of his seat and stood upright on the table where his feet had rested for some time – empty mugs still in each hand – he thrust himself into the air in a quick flip that carried him over the next table, rolled under the one after it with the mugs brought in front of his chest, and then pounced up and turned, landing his ass on the bar counter and spun around with mugs held high and ended standing behind the bar facing Kaye. The mead made the process dizzying, and Street wobbled a little before straightening himself as their waitress approached him between the stir in the fairly quiet tavern. “You can't be back here.” She told him sternly, but with a smile on her face – clearly impressed. The waitress took his empties and made a shooing motion towards their table.
Street smirked, then hopped back over the counter and went back to the table and sat down again, but turned his chair to face Kaye directly.
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Post by Kaye on May 3, 2013 0:54:42 GMT -5
As Kaye listened to his explanation of his abilities and how he came by them, she finished her second tankard as well, and set her empty on the table. She smiled gently as she thought of a 4 or 5 year old Street learning how to jump over gates or climb buildings. She might have even laughed a bit at the notion, she wasn't sure nor did she have time to contemplate as to the yes or no of it.
She didn't even tense when he moved as quickly as he did, she was totally at ease with this guy, or maybe it was the alcohol. Whatever, it didn’t matter as she watched him dexterously move about the tavern as if it was suddenly his personal playground and it just may have been at that time. She could almost feel the excitement he would have, or she imagined he'd have at being able to move about like that. Her brow raised when he ended his little demonstration behind the counter and even laughed as she watched him be sent away by their waitress.
When he got back to the table and adjusted his chair so that he faced her so directly, she provided him a most enchanting smile.
“That was so amazing.” She said in a quiet voice. “Really, that's a talent one doesn't see all too often ya know.” She added.
She stared into his eyes for a moment and then stood, pushed her chair aside and walked across the room and retrieved her knife from the board and then walked, rather seductively towards Street, ran her hand across his shoulders as she passed him to the farthest side of the tavern. She turned and looked over at the board. Paused for a moment to allow any who wanted to move out of the way to do so. Not many did, most trusted her completely, even when she'd been drinking she was still better than most when they were totally sober. She took one more knife out of its resting place at her hip, once more her eyes watching Street as she did so. She twirled the knife about around her hand and then without so much as a glance at where she was trowing, both knifes went zipping through the air, one sticking to the top point of the center circle, the other to the right. She now slid her hands to her hips again, her gaze fixed on Street, and slowly slid two more knives from their resting places there. Like the other two, she glanced away from Street for a moment before throwing and stuck the next two on the bottom and left of the circle. Now, she slid a hand down and plucked one more knife from its resting place, her eyes fixed again on Street.
“Where do you want this one?” She asked. “And how do you want me to put it there?” She finished, an almost devilish smile sneaking across her lips.
She didn't usually show off but in all honesty, his little trick had inspired in her a need to. Flash backs from the heavy competition with her brothers but better, she might have actually been turned on by his tricks.
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