RP:Another Delivery - Vhys Isn't All Roses and Butter

Lita had warned him, in all fairness. Maybe she could have given the lout a second warning or a reminder but hey, she wasn't always as nice as Leo might be in these situations. At the end of the day, it's not her bar. What's a new blood stain to add to the ambiance? And Leo's not here to tell her to play nice. So she's got a few choice words to string together as a couple of the drunkard's buddies pick him up by the armpits and drag him out the door. His face and hair, at first glance, might appear to be more blood than skin, but those veins are tiny and gush a lot. He's probably still got most his teeth. Lita, for her part, is mumbling complaints to herself as she avoids the trailed splatter of blood the group of men have left on the floor. She picks up one of the overturned tables and then a chair and fishes one of Cal's clove cigarettes from her pocket, tucks it between her lips. And no match. She sighs and one of the serving girls saves her with a light. She takes a long drag and holds the smoke in her lungs as the girl grabs her chin and turns her face, grimacing at the thick bruise already darkening across her right cheek and the cut at the corner of her eye. "'S fine." Lita says with an exhale. "Sorry about the floor." The girl shrugs and waves a hand at her. "At least when you win they stay gone a few days." Lita manages a laugh and takes another drag as she starts picking up chairs again. She hadn't meant for the brawl to get so out of hand, really. She glances down at her right hand and plucks a shard of someone's tooth from her knuckle. Huh. She runs her tongue across her teeth- just checking- and takes another pull of the cigarette. "Consider the rest of the night hazard pay." The girl is already behind the bar collecting cleaning supplies. "Done!" She agrees before Lita can change her mind.

Daisy stands aside as an incredibly damaged man is carried out of the Roger. Hn. We came to look for Lita and this is probably the best indication she's in there. Winning. With tiger blood. Is she a tiger? No, she'd be a little black kitten. The cutest kitten! Calm down, calm down. After you, of course. But you can't deny the adorability of the tiny miews. No. No you can't. Door still open, our druid slips inside to look for her friend (?) and current employer. The scent of clove hits her and ffftt! Ffftt! Ffftt! Ffftt! Ffftt! Kitten sneezes get all the attention from anyone who cares about such things. She manages to make her way to Lita between choo's. "Made it."

Lita is distracted by... kitten sneezes... it's not as adorable as it sounds. Or is it? She narrows dark eyes at Daisy but she'll be nice finally, and drops what's left of the cigarette into somebody's empty shot glass. It sizzles and Lita offers Daisy a smile finally. "So you did, lil' kitten." She practically purrs from across the table. "Glad to see you're not dead." Not that there was a chance of that when you were sending baked goods, was there? Not as if they were poisoned or anything, right? Probably not. She adjusts another table and tucks a chair beneath it. "Any trouble then?" She asks finally as she nods for Daisy to head to the bar with her. "Guess you showin' back up means I gotta pay yah, huh?" She teases.

Daisy follows along towards the bar, helping clean up the brawl mess as she passes turned over chairs and spilled mugs on the floor and is that a bloody fingernail. Ew. Don't touch that. Yuck. She isn't that helpful. Bleh. Delivering the package was probably one of the easiest jobs she ever did. Aside from having to go from Rynvale all the way to Frostmaw and then all the way to Cenril and then back to Rynvale... Soooo far. Internal whining aside, the job was a cake walk. A cupcake walk, one might say. Daisy giggles at the joke no one heard. "Yes please." She's gonna ask you how much you want. Do you have that ready? You're not hard up for money, but cheap is for poor quality things like bread and tramps. Of course she has it ready and on a paper that is slipped across the counter to Lita. "Do you have other work?"

Lita doesn't usually bother with things like numbers, even on a good day. But she entertains the kitten's slip of paper with a curt smile and the tilt of her head. It's the 'oh my goodness, look how adorable' look you might give a puppy as it tries to drag a pillow four times its size across the floor. It's ridiculous, but cute, and you want to help it, but also, aawww... "I do, actually." She says finally, as she crumples the paper in her hand. She ducks behind the bar a moment, rearranges a few bottles and emerges with another gift box. This one is larger than the last one, twice as wide and a little shorter. It is a dark pastel green color with a charcoal gray bow around it. It's a little wilted. Lita wipes at a stain of some dark colored liquid on the corner of the box, but it just smudges. She tries to tug the bow over it and just ignores it altogether. "This and something else, maybe, need to be delivered to Lhyrin in Vhys. You can mention my name. Did their tattoo. Good people." Lita glances around a moment, drums her fingertips across the bar. "Now, you still can't look in this box. And as for payment, I can either pay you outright for both jobs with coin." Option one. "Or the something else- you can keep as half your payment. And I'll still toss you some shinies."

Daisy was told to name her price, so she did! But another box comes out with promises of prizes and shinies. Gamble gamble gamble gamble. Heck yeah, she's gonna take that deal! Who needs more gold when there are pirate prizes to be won? Everyone knows pirate prizes are the best prizes. Next to sur ones, of course. Oh man. And here we are with a dangerlady offering sur-pirate-prizes. That box is taken and weighed with a little bounce in her paws. "Lhyrin in Vhys." Vhys is right there too! Like. So close. Easy peasy. She doesn't know who Lhyrin is, but maybe she can ask around? Yeah that should be fine. "I like somethings and shinies." She grins, drumming her fingers on the box. "I promise not to look."

Lita offers a nod in acceptance of their deal. "Oh, I'll know if you do." That was probably true. Lita had eyes and ears everywhere these days. "But, a something and shinies it is." She reaches into a pocket and produces a leather pouch, which she slides across the bar. The coins therin clink together like music notes of the sweetest composition. "You can have the something if you make it back in one piece." If she were in a better mood, Lita might have warned the kitten about Lhyrin but this feels like a good learning experience and a decent test of meddle.

Daisy knows when to hold and fold things. She knows when to walk away and when to run. She also knows you don't count your money at the table -or bar counter in this case- until the deals are finished. So this gambling little druid slips that pouch into her bag of allthethings for safe keeping for checking later. It is heavy enough, she figures and smiles and blinks. One piece? Sure, she's a pirate's treasure in one way or another, but what has she actually gotten into? Doesn't matter. A job needs to be done and you'll be just fine. Yes. Everything is fine. No fire. Fine. "Who is Lhyrin?" Inside may be a dog at a table, but outside is a happy kitten at a bar. File pulled from her bag, she sharpens her claws. Yeesss. No fire.

Lita goes to answer but immediately forgets what Lhyrin's official title is. Must have been one too many knocks on the head tonight. She's drawing a blank. "High elf somethingorother runnin' things out the way the last couple years." Has it been a couple years? Maybe. How long had it been since her and Leo had done their tattoo? Leo, that thing again. She groans inwardly and rolls her eyes. No no, we're not starting on another tangent. She takes a little breath and shifts her weight from one foot to the other. "Now, you listen up kitten, you run into trouble up in Vhys, you hightail your butt back down here, got it? Cenril's all roses and butter-" butter?? Definitely some sort of brain injury. "Do I need to send you with some help or can you defend yourself out there?"

Daisy grins widely at the warning as she tucks her file away. Lita is so sweet with the warnings and demands and offerings of guards and biscuit toppings. "You like me too." She makes a tiny heart with her tiny paws and hops off the barstool she surely climbed up on at some point since she got here. Will you be safe on your journey, little druid? That leathery tail of hers bops her twice on the shoulder with its corked point. She smiles at it then back at Lita. "I'll be okay, thanks."