MAD QUEEN | EVENING, SUNDOWN
“Get off it chip. Ent no gun that exists that shoots like that. Ye drunk.” The only lad in her group of ‘lads’, a wick that sat at the table beside her, waved a hand dismissively, his bleary eyes following the alluring sway of a young red haired tumble as she sauntered past. Lacey’s gaze followed suit with an appreciative wink at the girl when she turned her head and giggled at them, before leaning back and resting her booted feet on the table top.
“Aye, I’m drunk, ye ain’t wrong thare, but I’m tellin’ ye, it’s Hulali’s solid truth.” She polished off the ale, lifting her glass and waggling it at the girl behind the bar, indicating she needed another. The red head, a small quiet thing, simply pulled another mug and handed it to one of the barely dressed tumbles working as wait staff that evening. This one, a tired looking human with lanky blonde curls wasn’t quite as friendly with the pirates, dropping the mug off with a scowl and an open hand.
“Ha’penny.” She barked, whilst the amused buccaneer fished around for her purse, making a show of groping around her person.
“Aww, come on now luv, don’t be like that. Ol’ Lacey ain’t that bad. M’sure I could turn that frown upside down f’ye were so inclined.” Finding her purse tucked into her cleavage, Lacey pulled out the coin and slipped it into the womans hand with a lingering touch and a wicked grin. The human girl went to pull away, finding that the piratess’ fingers gripped just a mite sight harder than before. Tugging gently, the blonde pulled the reluctant tumble closer and looked over her with a lewd slowness, before laughing and letting her go.
“Ere I thought th’ Queen accepted all sorts o’suggestions f’a bit o’coin. Off with ye, ponder what y’missin’ out on whilst I find some other lovely booty t’aquire.” As the unhappy girl moved to walk away, Lacey reached out to slap her on the rear with a loud chuckle, before taking up the mug and drinking deeply. On stage, there was a performance, something pretty and distracting, but not enough to keep the pirates attention. She lowered her legs and collected her mug, tipping her hat to the unknown wick beside her.
“Scuse me tekka, gonna go an’ see f’I can convince that pretty little barkeep t’spill her woeful secrets t’me.” Moving through the tables, free hand stroking across bared flesh where ever it might be with a grin, Lacey finally found her way to the bar and pulled up a stool. Her hazel eyes followed the keep with a waggle of her brows and a wink. The Mad Queen had been a favourite haunt for the pirate since…well since the moment she discovered the sins of the flesh. Full of pretty lads and lasses ready to give and take for a little bit of coin. Of course, if she had any morales Lacey would feel sorry for them, the life of a tumble was no life at all.
But, who ever said she had any morales?
“Mayhaps y’ve heard about this gun, pretty little lassy? Oh no, don’t walk away luv, Lacey just wants t’chat. Luv? Luv. Ah…bollocks.” The blonde grumbled half heartedly as the keep ignored her to move to the other end of the bar, taking another swig of the ale and sighing dejectedly.
“Y’no fun.”