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Post by Fritzi Beilschmidt on Sept 26, 2012 17:22:38 GMT -5
Fritzi let out a relaxed sigh, leaning back against the counter, arms resting comfortably on the countertop as she looked around the bar. It had been a harsh three months at sea, but her crew had held out, and they had had many a successful raid while out at sea. She couldn't be prouder of them, and as such had finally docked at one of the pirate safest ports south of Discordia and made for the nearest bar. Her crew deserved it after a month dry, and with all the gold they now had at hand, thanks to a few lovely little ships from Ottomanicum.
The albino woman let her eyes wander the dimly lighted room, seeking out anyone who looked interesting along with members of her crew. There were more than enough whores around for everyone in the damn bar, along with some exceptionally pretty women, men, and some she couldn't tell which gender they were. Oh if only her parents could see her now, deciding if any of the women in a seedy little bar (including those who were members of her crew) were worth her attention that night. Her mother would have thrown a fit. But that was partially the reason why she had taken to women almost more strongly then men. The other just being that there were so many more things you could do with a woman in bed than a man. She spun around on her stool, once more facing the bar, before telling the bartender to get her another three shots of Rossyian vodka. She was planning on being extremely hungover in the morning, preferably with at least one pretty woman with her.
Fritzi spotted her first mate in the bar, and she smiled into her shot before throwing it back. Maybe she'd have some fun with Morri again tonight... She spied a pretty blonde girl out the corner of her eye as well, so she was another option. Hm... choices, choices....
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Post by Morrighan Anu on Sept 27, 2012 19:50:24 GMT -5
Okay, so it had been a long go that trip. And all the booze had run dry, leaving Morrighan in a very foul mood. When he finely booted feet touched ground she intended to, one, replinish her stock, and two get completely and totally wasted. And what a better place than the closest bar. Morri took straight there after a somewhat short side stop for a bath. Oh how she missed smelling nice. Rather than being cooped up with a bunch of smelling men. Another reason she liked being around the captain; she didn't smell like sweat, blood, and man-love.
Morri savored the bath, however short and then took back out for the nearest bar. Her long red hair now shining again, she tossed it over her shoulder and replaced her hat where it belonged. She entered the bar and immeadiately retrieved a bottle of whiskey and took to a corner by herself. She watched everyone around her, taking special note of any pretty women. The normal presence of prostitutes in a seedy bar, nothing new, she thought, as she kept scanning the crowd.
Before she noticed her dear captain, she caught sight of an especially pretty blonde woman, looking particularly lonely all by herself as she was. Morri smiled a somewhat evil smirk when she met eyes with her captain from across the bar. She stood up with her mostly drained bottle of whiskey and sauntered over to her lovely superior.
"Hallo Cap'n~. Care for a drink~? Or..." She hesitated looking carefully over towards the blonde again before that mischievious smile returned and she giggled. "...Or are ya after a little fun~?" She purred leaning to whisper in her ear. "I can always amuse ya~ Or is it...'more'....you want~?" She cooed softly breathing lightly in Fritzi's ear.
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Post by Frida Thomassen on Sept 27, 2012 20:31:07 GMT -5
Frida wasn't sure how many bars she'd been to in her day. She entered another one. Her day had been long. The crew she basically claimed herself captain of had been particularly idiotic today. They did not listen to her strict instructions to /not/ go south from the port in Americae. But did they listen? Of course not.
So here she was, rigging cables and pulling down the sails. Of course her mates and the sailmakers were being idiots and drinking their little hearts out on deck.
Finally, she got fed up with even trying to listen to them. They were coming up on a port. Great. She wrinkled her nose, hollering something to the mates about that they had better tie the ship up or she'd have their heads impaled on the end of her axe.
Frida rubbed the bridge of her nose, storming towards an old bar. She could smell the alcohol from the outside and she smiled. She never liked to drink her headaches away, but she'd had many today.
She walked in, not even thinking about that she was wearing her naval uniform. She thought nothing of it when everyone around her began avoiding her like the plague.
Frida took her seat at a barstool, ordering some foreign drink she could barely even pronounce the name of, just hoping it was strong. If she was lucky, maybe she'd get laid tonight.
She shifted uncomfortably in her chair. That was exactly what she needed, actually. Perfect way to relax. Now let's just hope there are some decent women in this place. She thought as she scanned the room.
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Post by Fritzi Beilschmidt on Oct 6, 2012 16:09:21 GMT -5
Fritzi's grin widened as she watched her first mate saunter over to her. Morri was always a sight to watch, that was for sure, especially after a long time at sea without any booze, and after they had all finally been able to have a bath again. It wouldn't have been as bad a three months out at sea if they hadn't run out of booze. But she would make sure they really stocked up before heading out again this time.
"Hallo Cap'n~. Care for a drink~? Or.....Or are ya after a little fun~? I can always amuse ya~ Or is it...'more'....you want~?"
The albino woman leaned back in her seat against the redhead, letting her gaze wander back to the blonde woman she had spotted earlier. She reached forwards and threw back the second shot of vodka she had ordered. It burned pleasantly going down, and made things start to get a little fuzzier.
"I think," She purred, holding her third shot glass lazily, "that 'more' sounds particularly good to me right about now." She smirked up at her first mate, before throwing back her third shot and standing up. She tilted her head over to the blonde woman in the naval uniform from earlier, raising her eyebrows at Morrighan in a silent question, seeing if she was up for having an 'addition' to their 'fun'. It wasn't Fritzi herself cared that she was navy, she was a pretty little thing, and with her mind this fuzzy now that was all she really cared about.
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Post by Morrighan Anu on Oct 9, 2012 19:37:56 GMT -5
Morri laughed. SHe laughed long and somewhat psychotically. Her captain truly was the most interesting person she had met in many years and the time she had been with her was the only time she truly felt free. She supposed in her own way she did love Fritzi, or rather the closest her twisted self could come to love. Not so much akin to love that she wouldn't share her in bed with another woman, that was certain.
She glanced the direction Fritzi tiled her head in and smirked when she noticed it was the blonde she had been eyeing before she noticed her lovely captain. She chuckled low as she took a large gulp from the bottle of whiskey.
"A fine choice ma'am~" She whispered, leaning against her before taking a position of approach next to Fritzi. "So cap'n~ Which way ar' we doin' this~? Full frontal attack or subtle proposition~?" She chuckled again. "I'm more a fan of 'full frontal attacks' meself~" Morri slurred a bit, the whiskey biting firmly and taking a warm hold of her finally.
Morrighan looked back over at the pretty blonde. She was small and thin, but her body was well in shape. Morri's favorite type. And her style of uniforn suited her build. As she knew her captain, especially when she was drunk, one naval officer alone wasn't much of a difference to her, as long as the sex was good.
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Post by Frida Thomassen on Oct 13, 2012 20:30:01 GMT -5
Frida downed two drinks. She scanned the bar through the haze of cigarette smoke. This may be a bar full of pirates, but hopefully someone around here had taste. She wrinkled her nose in disgust as some greasy excuse for a sleazy pirate captain winked at her. She ignored him. These were the moments she was glad she spoke Norwegian, so as to throw them off.
Frida sat back in her chair, eyebrows furrowed. She peered up at two very lovely looking women, but they were probably brutes and only interested in each other. She finally sighed, requesting another beer from the bartender.
She pulled a small booklet from her breast pocket and began to look through her coordinates again, checking as to where they were just to be sure.
That was about the time her next beer came and she downed it, gladly. She was finally starting to relax a bit. She sat back, humming to herself and ignoring the few glances she got from around the room for daring to hum a tune.
Frida would probably need a room tonight, but she couldn't bring herself to care or move to get one. That was stress for later. All she wanted to do now was sit back and relax. Maybe have a little fun, if someone was willing and not so horrendous looking.
...........those girls do look quite nice......
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Post by Fritzi Beilschmidt on Nov 10, 2012 20:15:54 GMT -5
Fritzi smirked and stood up from her seat, wrapping a lazy arm around Morri's waist, tugging her in close as she snickered a little.
"I think I'ma have to agree with you on that one liebling~ I think a "full-frontal" attack is what we need tonight, I'm too drunk to even think about being subtle if you couldn't tell~" She said, grinning wolfishly at her first mate, before tilting her head over in the direction of the pretty little blonde.
The albino woman waved the bartender over, still grinning as she spoke to him quietly, telling him to bring a glass of the strongest alcohol he had to the pretty little blonde girl in the corner. Butter her up a little more while she and her first mate made their way through the crowded bar towards her. After all, there was never any harm in bribery in a pirate's world. In fact, it tended to make things run even smoother, and tonight, intoxicated as she was, she had no wish to accidentally offend the girl who's panties she wanted to get into to put it bluntly (Modesty was never her strong suit, drunk or sober). She also paid the bartender for one of his better rooms for the night, getting the key for it from him, before getting up, tilting her head towards the blonde.
"Shall we go then~?" She purred, hands on her hips and grin on her lips.
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Post by Morrighan Anu on Nov 11, 2012 21:30:07 GMT -5
Morri threw her head back with the bottle of whiskey. "Me favorite approach~ To be certain~" She drank in the whiskey and sighed as Fritzi walked over to the bartender. Morrighan took this opportunity to appreciate her captain once again. She would look occasionally over at the girl they had their plans for, but her eyes always fell back to her dear captians arse.
"Yer always yer most fun when yer drunk cap'n~ makes ya more inclined ta try new t'ings~ Including meself if'n ya 'member correctly~" Morri purred taking her place close to Fritzi's side again, leaning to nip her ear gently. Firtzi already had the icebreaker on its way to the blonde navy girl. And she took note of the key she slipped into her pocket. Fritzi wasn't wasting anytime, one of the things the she loved about her captain, she cut right to the chase; always.
"Aye~ Lead th' way o' cap',~" She grinned taking up a stalking postition slightly behind the Albino. They made their way over to the girl, taking good care of course not to spook her. But if she was in this sort of pub, she wasn't worried about too much after all. This wasn't exactly one of the safest places in port. Probably far towards the most dangerous, but most interesting, to be certain. Morri took a good look at her captain again, before turning her full attention towards the blonde. If Morri didn't have Irish charm, after all, she wouldn't have much at all.
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