RP:Drunk & Chatty

Lita was stuck in the corner of the bar, a bottle of whiskey on the bar top from the night before. She didn't remember sleeping, or even heading upstairs the night before. But somehow she'd ended up here hours ago, hair soaking wet, dress the same, feet and legs dusted with sand. She smelled like the ocean and she needed a bath. Bless Simon for not kicking her out the place then and there. She didn't know how long she'd been here, but so far people had let her alone.

Hanan had bathed, and her clothes weren't wrinkly, and this being a less windy day, her hair was shoved safely behind her ears. Which was a rousing success as far as she was concerned. Thus her entry into the Barrel was a normal one--kick some dirt off her boots at the door, call out a "Whiskey, Sy!" toward the bar, and... hell. Her dark eyes settled on Lita, she blinked. Woman was soaked to the bone. "Ace... what the hell happened?" Left hand dropped to the hilt of her ever-present rapier, by force of habit. Red's partner looked like someone had worked her over and good, as Hanan walked toward her corner. "Tell me."

Lita was much more interested in the bottle before her. Her head was screaming at her and all she wanted was a taste of more. Simon had insisted on tea and honey. And try as she might, he wouldn't leave her alone long enough to snag another bottle of whiskey. She was pouting, and he was ignoring her. She straightened as Hanan came barging through the door barking orders. She blinked at the woman. Was that concern on the Cap'n's face? It made Lita smile- almost giggle, even. She had jumped. And it had been mostly voluntary. Most of the time it was. Granted, she was usually sober, and usually remembered to make herself presentable. But even she was warranted a day off, wasn't she? Maybe not... She found the best face of composure she could in her current state of inebriation and smiled pleasantly. "Not much to tell I s'pose. How are things on the outside?"

Hanan ::"You're drunk." It was this sort of attention to obvious detail that had made Hanan an able sea captain. That and she didn't quite know what to say besides that. Lita was... always in control. At least when Hanan saw her, not that she saw her that much. Hand pulled away from rapier as she crossed her arms loose over her chest, standing over Lita's seat with a bemused look. At least Ace was smiling. "Not much to tell? You look like you've been runnin' in the ocean. Must've..." She'd seen the sand. "Looks like you've just seen the outside."

Lita stuck out her legs and blinked, stared down at the sand that splashed across pale skin in playful waves. Running in the ocean? She should try that one sometime. Clearly, Hanan was a secret genius! She kicked her legs in childlike fashion and her shoulders rose in a light shrug. Still-damp curls clung to her cheeks and temples, framed her face. "That far down, there's not much to see..." she glanced sideways when Simon brought Hanan a whiskey. Lita narrowed her eyes at the tender in that non-threatening way she had. "Sit. Have a drink with me? I feel like I should know you better than I do." Not that she didn't already know plenty about the woman.

Hanan was blinking too. There was lots of blinking going on today! That's what happened when people sat in taverns soaked to the bone and drunk. "Alright... if you tell me why you're so wet." Hanan took her glass from Simon with an almost apologetic smirk, then settled down into a seat across from Lita. Elbow set upon the tabletop, index fingertip tapping the rim of the glass, and she leaning slightly forward, Hanan looked less than completely relaxed. "What do you wanna know about me, then?"

Lita felt like she was being challenged here. But really, her brain was a bit fuzzy on all the details. She wished she hadn't drunk so much. She wished she had another drink. She wanted to sleep, but not here, not now. Now she had to make a move. So she tucked her feet 'neath her chair in neat fashion, squared her shoulders and tried to make herself look all put together. She matched Hanan's motions, crossing her arms 'cross the table top and leaning forward a bit, as if their conversation were completely conspiratorial. "You want to know why I'm all wet? Fine. I jumped off the cliff." She blinked. Clearly, it was a completely rash decision. This was definitely a challenge. It wasn't often she gave a little to get anything, but she knew Hanan was a woman whose stubbornness and determination would probably match her own. "As for you, well, I s'pose we'll start with the ob'vous. What's g'on 'tween you an' Cal?" She had never been one to beat around the bush. Why start now?

Hanan quirked her head to the side as soon as Lita mentioned the cliff, like a pug who'd just heard a loud noise but doesn't quite posess the brainpower required to comprehend it. "You jumped off a ruttin' cliff? Was this after you left last night?" She looked like she wanted to smack the woman. The row was strange, but jumping off a cliff would kill just about anyone, and the vampires? They'd be angry undead smithereens. "So you jumped off a cliff, but hit deep enough water that you're alright." And why the hell was she asking Hanan questions about Cal? Hanan knew a minefield when she sighted it. Finger stopped tapping the glass in favor of grabbing it, she downing the whiskey in one go, then motioning to Simon for another. "What do you mean? Bastard sighted me and decided to pursue. We're flirtin'. Likely followed by me bedding him. And we're sparrin' tomorrow. But I'm not after makin' him mine beyond..." Her voice trailed off. "Why do you care?"

Lita was staring at Hanan like she'd just been smacked by the woman. And maybe she had been, verbally. There was a reason why she didn't tell people things. I mean, it wasn't all that bad. It wasn't as if it was the first time she'd jumped. Though she had never done it drunk. She shook her head lightly and waved her hand as if the whole topic of cliffs was unimportant in the long run. "It's not as if it was my first jump. Sheesh. It's just... the beach... All the noise clears my head, and when the water's deep enough I can't hear it all anymore and just..." She shook her head. She sounded crazy, even to herself. Her head was her own business. When Cal came up again, she stared at the table, her jaw set hard. She had tried so hard not to care. She had tried so hard to walk away. She -had- walked away from the runner, and his situation with the mockingbird should be more than enough a warning sign for her. She had fought her whole life to keep herself, she didn't have room to fight for many other people. She drew in a slow, deep breath but kept her eyes on the table. "I shouldn't." Around her right wrist was a braided black cord, that she quickly untied. Hanging from the bracelet was a little vial of sand. She bit back her smile as she handed it over to Hanan. "What happens, happens. And I do hope you kick his ass tomorrow. But will you give him this? I've owed it to him since we trekked to Gualon for the bandit's flowers. Just haven't been in the right frame to give it to him."

Hanan ::"Then... you should have said you dove off the ship. Or you went ruttin' swimming! A woman tells me she jumped off a cliff, I think she's tryin' to off herself..." Her voice trailed off. "I like swimming. It's good... when you take your clothes off." But then: Cal. She caught the set in Lita's jaw, she'd made the same face before. Her eyes narrowed. What was going on? The vial settled into her palm with a weight it should not have had, she looking down, rolling the glass between thumb and forefinger. Shyte. "Alright." There was Simon with her second whiskey; she took it with a nod, then set it down without taking a sip. Hanan wasn't smiling anymore. She was looking as intently at Lita as Lita had at the table. She'd regret asking this, wouldn't she? "Ace... what's going on between you and Cal?"

Lita couldn't help but smile at Hanan's little burst of frustration. There was something pleasant in being worried about. But it wouldn't last long. History had taught her that much. But she met Hanan's gaze with silent thanks all the same... She hadn't been making the Cal thing up, surely. There had always been something there. But Lita had never acted on it. And neither had he, for that matter. More than likely because she had always been pining after the runner. And it wasn't until she had managed to let him go, to accept it all, to accept Terra, that she had noticed Cal was there, waiting for her to accept him as well. But then there was work and now there was Hanan. And she'd always fought for what she wanted, but after losing to Terra, she wasn't ready to lose to Hanan as well. So she sighed softly. "Nothing." And it was the truth. "I didn't have your guts to move, that's all." She gave another shrug. I guess really she wasn't losing anything in the long run. She squinted slightly, as if just now realizing what Hanan had said. "Wait- I thought you and the bandit... What happened there?"

Hanan ::"He died." It was simple as that. "We were never serious. He liked me a hell of a lot, but there was water in between us. Water and that business with Red. We could've been, though." And that's what had hurt, beyond the death. The could'ves. She blinked, suddenly somber. "I'm over him. He's not the first man that's been cut down from under me. I rise above." She palmed the little vial, closed her hand into a fist, and gave Lita a hard look. But there was fire there too. "Look. I'm not lookin' to have Cal's babies. I'm not even lookin' to stake a claim. And I doubt he wants a claim on me. Where it's at now is fun, simply just. If he's interested in you... go for it. Just don't expect me to stop until he gives me the say-so." Was Hanan playing nice for once? Share and share alike? Playing nice put a bit of a sour taste in the back of her mouth. She washed it down with whiskey. "I doubt he'd mind the attention."

Lita had to chuckle at that. "No, I don't think he'd mind. But I think, for a while at least, I'm done playing games with the people that matter to me. That is to say that, I play games in my work. I don't like playing them with my personal life." Maybe that's why she hadn't fought harder when the runner had chosen the bird. She was still waitin' for someone to choose her. The thought- the realization even, made her smile. "I'm sorry to hear about the bandit though. He was--" what could she say? what was she supposed to say? Aside from his outburst, she had never seen anything personal out of him. "Well, it's a shame, for sure, for anyone that skilled to be offed." It was as decent as she got these days. "But I'm glad you're alright." Her eyes were still questioning if the Cap'n was alright though. With Finn fallin' to pieces around them, it seemed to be affectin' everyone's judgement.

Hanan shrugged. "So you're lookin' for something lasting? That's... odd around here." She wanted to tell her about Terra, bobbing and weaving around Red when they were both clearly nuts for each other, but that would have been cruel. So she sipped her whiskey instead. "It's good. But... most of us don't get it. I'm not expecting anything with Cal, and Kingsley? I... he would've taken care of me. So long as I stopped doin' my job. And I like my job. It might've lasted, but not happy. Probably wouldn't of. But it's a damn shame. He was an idiot sometimes, but had a good core." She finished off her glass then, peered at the clear bottom. "What I'm sayin' is... sometimes you've got to play, because if you aren't playin' there's nothing at all." She set the glass down with a dull thunk, like a period ending her thought. "And you have to learn to take your damn dress off when you swim, Ace."

Lita rolled her eyes in jest. "My whole life is a game. Everything's a lie and a secret and a shadow. Nothing's ever there, nothing lasting anyway, not even the runner." She wouldn't go into that, but Hanan was smart. For the rock he was, he was crumbling hard. "Nothing in my world is solid. Not even the ground some days. I'm never in one place long enough to keep friends, and the connections I do tend to settle into are business- nothing more." Bless Simon for not asking questions. "So yes, I want something real. I don't think that's such a bad thing." She thought of James and her eyes flickered to Hanan's empty glass. Her head was still pounding, but at least she could think a little clearer now. "I wanted there to be at least one person who I wouldn't have to hide from. I know what it feels like to walk into a room and feel the attention of every soul there, but I would give almost anything to walk into a room and find one person who could see -me-." She sighed and let her head fall forward, forehead resting on her arm. "Gods be damned I sound like such a fecking Girl!" she half whined, smiling. "I need a drink." Good alcohol could solve any ailment.

Hanan ::"Yeah, you really do sound like a girl." Hanan had never been good at games. A lack of subtlety--that was her problem more often. But she was smirking now. She reached forward, and, in a burst bravado--or it was the two whiskeys she'd downed so fast--tussled the back of Lita's wet hair while she lay on the table. "Change your line of work. You won't have to play games anymore if games aren't your profession, right? Right." As if it were that easy. She leaned back then, started to motion for Simon... paused. Oh, what the hell. "Hey, Sy--get me the bottle and another glass." Back to Lita; she draped her arm over the back of her chair. "Besides... playin'--and I'm talking about seein' men, not lyin' to them--can lead to something permanent. You'll never find him if you treat love like some damned weighty thing hangin' over your head at every moment. Not that it isn't weighty, but it doesn't hang. Hits you like an angry rhinocerous. But you won't see it comin'--so don't look. Or you might dodge. Look at me. I went through that slut of a wolf, then Ruana..." Ruana had left. Still missed the girl. But at least she was happier at home, Hanan suspected. "Then Grot, who had a chance at bein' somethin', if not for... you know. And after Cal there'll be somethin'. And someday I'll hit gold and complain to you."

Lita didn't move as she felt the hand on the back of her head. Her nose wrinkled- not that Hanan would see it. She wasn't so used to being touched. It was odd. She sat up again, her brain feeling exhausted, but she felt lighter somehow too... And the future! Well there was something she didn't mull over so often. Thinking things through wasn't really her style. Lita settled her chin into the palm of her right hand and kept quiet as Simon came and went with Hanan's bottle. Sooo tempting. Bastard. She shook her head, reminded herself to keep focused. "You? In love?" Her brows rose in shocked surprise. "I hate to meet the guy who could wrangle you in."

Hanan had turned toward Sy. "Hey... I meant leave the bottle and get another glass." Simon was looking from her, to Ace, to Hanan again... "I'll see she gets home, Sy. My fault, not yours." Simon muttered something and returned with the proper order. "Hell, I'm more worried about you in love. Though until this Cal business I thought you had a thing goin' with the Fox, Cap'n Smarmy or not." She grabbed the bottle, filled the new glass and slid it to Lita, then filled her own. "And yeah, I've been in love. Ended bad."

Lita was hesitant about another drink until Hanan had already poured for her. She was more than willing then. A little bit of the hair of the dog that bit her. Or something like that, whatever. She sipped the first drink, but as soon as Hanan mentioned something going on between herself and Alaine, the drink was being sputtered out again, all over her right hand, which was trying- and failing- to contain the mess... Simon was there with an offered rag, which Lita gladly accepted. "Alaine..." cough. "No, no..." another cough. "Not that, I mean, well, there were..." gods, she should just stop talking. She should have another drink. She downed the rest of the first glass and her head swam slightly. "I think I'd have a better chance with the Fox if the Ghost would go away." She bit her lower lip. She wasn't supposed to tell. But then, maybe Hanan know. Did she? Crap. Maybe she just wouldn't notice. "Anyway, I'm a pessimist, I think. All love ends bad."

Hanan watched Lita with a brow slowly inching upward, and a very mischievious grin spreading along her lips. Ah ha! "I knew it," she said, her words a bit more quiet than her thoughts. "You and Fox sittin' in a tree and all that. Don't worry, I won't tell." Though she desperately wanted to, she was a woman of her word. "Who's the Ghost? That was she calls Cap'n Smarmy? Or..." Ghosts. Her men had spoken of ghosts, words whispered on her ship. And then there was the sails constantly being slashed, and... her eyes narrowed. No, she wouldn't ask now. But she would. In any case, her sails had been intact for some time now. Alcohol! She drank down her third. "Not all love ends bad. We've... got a weird situation. This place."

Lita chewed at her lower lip as Hanan thought it all out, but she was almost relieved when the trains didn't seem to line up right for her. Thank the gods. She'd do better when she was sober, wouldn't she? She grinned wickedly and downed her second drink. Unless last night counted into the residual spinning. She'd stopped countng, in that case. "Fox is..." She shook her head, unable to get the right words together. "...Special..." she furrowed her brow in frustration as she refilled both their glasses. "Fox is... That girl is damn fine..." she couldn't help a giggle. "I don't discriminate. Fox showed me a part of her that I don't think even Cap'n Smarmy has seen on 'er. And it's all mine." her smile softened a tad. "And I like that idea... of having this part of someone that's all my own and special..." She sipped at her drink and wriggled her finger between them, as if the light bulb above her head had just blinked on. "Like this- with us. I mean, not to say that I wanna rip your clothes off or nothin', but you know... Er, not to say that I wouldn't, either, just that--" She shut her mouth, sighed, and downed her drink.

Hanan suddenly realized what the hell Finn had seen in Lita. She leaned back, glass held lightly in her hand as Lita went on. And on. Dark brows rose dramatically when her own clothes got mentioned, and her grin only got more devlish. "Gods damn." Bad. Ideas. She immediately downed the whiskey, feeling she needed it. She then canted her head slightly to the side, which let hair fall in her face--which she shifted out of her eyes with her left hand, pointing uncouthly to her companion with her right finger, still holding her empty glass. "You... I need to get you drunk more often." And she needed to figure out what on Alaine Domastine hadn't figured out yet. She'd likely never know. "Muffins. I think it was muffins. You're only in it for her muffins." They were good muffins. "Here I let Terra convince me you were a bitch. You're just too fun, I think."

Lita slammed her empty glass down onto the table with a thud and slammed her hand against the table as well. "They were some damn good muffins!" Her voice was too loud, but she was laughing. And they were still talking about food, right? Alaine's muffins? Hell yes. She poured another round. The bottle was getting lighter and lighter. How sad was that~! She was rummaging through her bag as Hanan started on about Terra. And she should have seen that one coming. I mean, wasn't that why she had never allowed herself to get close to Hanan? Because of the woman's friendship with the vampire? Of course it was! "Terra doesn't like me because I slept with Finn." She found one of the things she was searching for, a little red clip, which she promptly stuck between her teeth and went looking for its twin. "It was when the games first started, when he gave her that damned pendant, and we were all in a bad headspace, I think. I don't remember why I did it." She shrugged nonchalantly, feeling victorious as she found the second clip. "Not that it mattered any. He still chose her. And look where it got him." She shuddered slightly. The outcome- that outcome- his outcome- that was what scared the hell out of her. He'd flown with the sparrow and she'd broken his wings. The irony should not amuse her so much. She downed her next drink, but the bitter taste in her throat didn't go away. She stood, fell back in her chair, and then tried it again with more success. "I'm only a bitch when I need to be. Terra's a bitch because she's scared." She remembered those being Hanan's words to someone the night before. "I'm a bitch because I know what I want and I know the quickest ways to get it." She leaned down next to Hanan and, using the two clips, pinned her hair back behind her ears with two little snaps. "It's still down, see? Just not in your eyes. I had Foxy drum these up for me for while I tend the bar."

Hanan refilled both glasses as Lita rumaged around in her bag, the sailor chuckling as she talked about Terra. "You know, girls tend not to like it when you've slept with their men. It's rather common. Maybe you should've anticipated..." A sideways look. She was liking Lita, but Terra was still a close friend. "Anyway, I always avoid headspace. Can't navigate it. It's full of breakers, sandbars, corsairs. Now, bodyspace, that's what I'm good at--" She'd just set down the bottle again when Lita fell, she laughing outright at her, the incredibly silly image interrupting her thoughts. "Ruttin' lush, that's what you are. Sure you didn't falll off the cliff? And... Ugh. BItch isnt' the word for her. Most of the time." Hanan called Terra a bitch constantly. "There's a diff--hey." She saw the clips coming, but didn't react in time. Her hair was being clipped back. With... what were these, barettes? She blinked at her, huffed through her nose. "It's..." Well, the hair was out of her face. "But I probably look like a damn little girl. With all these... Fox made these?" She reached out, felt one with two fingers. "Too simple for Fox. I don't feel any movin' parts."

Lita feigned mock surprise and innocence rather well for someone so wasted. "Hey- Hey now~ Finn was not 'Terra's man' when him and me had sex... Pfft." There were finger quotes and everything there. She made a face and managed what seemed like a long trek back around the table to her seat. "So there wasn't nothin' that needed to be anticipated there..." Nevermind the fact that the runner had already chosen, that giving herself to him had meant nothing to him... She suppressed the shudder that crawled its way up her spine and through her brain. "Another drink!" And there it was, like magic, nimble fingers grasping the glass, tipping it against her lips. Sweet release. "I tried to play nice, you know. With Terra. I tried to be... friendly and all that... But she didn't want none of it... Thought I was frontin' just to gain good ground or somethin', like at any moment I would swoop in to take what was hers." She made another face at that. She should stop talking. But her tongue felt loose in her mouth. "None of it mattered though. Her and Finn, they went and created their own little world, left ever'one else out to dry... And now look..." She refilled her glass, but left it untouched. "Finn's gonna let it all go to hell 'efore he loses her, lost as he is in those damn eyes of hers... And I ain't sayin' that's bad against her, 'cause it ain't... probably... What do I know... I'm just sayin, is all I'm doin..." Her words were slurring. When was the last time she'd drunk this much? Hanan was changing the subject back to Alaine. God how she loved the Fox. Her smile was evident. "You look fine. And they don't move, but they do change colors. Brilliant as all hell, that little vixen. And it'll be a one-up against Cal in the battle. You can' be blowin' hair out your eyes all day, eh?"

Faramond stepped into the tavern, his face was shaved and his hand was rubbing over it now. Clearing his throat, he started to look around. Drunken Lita, his lip was bit, but he shook his head, avoiding the scene as he looked away, coming now to sit down at a table, away from the two weomn at the bar.

Miya came the opposite way as Fara- booted feet carrying the leather clad woman down the stairs from the rooms above. When had she gotten up there? Who knows. Maybe while drunken Lita and Hanan were chatting she'd slipped in and up. But then again, she might have been there all along. Honey yellow eyes scan the crowd as she makes it to the floor and the elf grins. She loved how they could just run into one another, as if they were pushed to the same location bu unseen hands. "Fara..." she'd call to him first, to get his attention before she'd head his way and claim a seat beside him. "Evening."

Faramond watched Miya approached him, smiling towards her, "Miya." He needed a pet name for her, or maybe he didn't, but he was suppose to have one wasn't he? Dirty blonde hair was shook as he pushed the thought from his head, his feet pushing the chairs away and his own out. A steathy grin was given, he wasn't playing coy, and his attempt to get her in his lap was obvious, "A very good evening now.." Arms reached up towards her, another invitation, "How are you?"

Hanan ::"Of course she'd think that." Hanan gulped down half her glass of whiskey, leaned forward dramatically over the table, let her right elbow hit it's top with a dull thunk, and pointed at Lita accusingly. Hanan had lost track of glasses. She was getting to be pretty tipsy herself. "You're... you! Of course she'd worry! You're ruttin'... ruttin naive." But she was still grinning devlishly as always... until Lita started talking about 'their own little world.' Hanan blinked, her lips softening. Yeah, Finn might let the whole thing fall apart, wouldn't he? "Look... that's love, Ace. that's what it is." The captain made a grand sweeping gesture with the hand that held the glass, the remaining whiskey sloshing slightly; she'd laugh at herself, had she done that sober. "You'd give up ruttin' everything, for that person. Don't think he knows he's leavin' people out to dry. He falls, well. You'd get a spot on my crew." She laughed again. "Hope you like swabbin'. At least my boys are handsome. Some of 'em." She downed the remainder of her drink, topped off both their glasses again. "Vixen, eh?" Snicker. "I can kick his ass hair or not, Ace. And... frankly, I think he likes it better all completely loose." But she hadn't had to shift her hair around at all, since Lita put those clips in. Hmm. "Maybe I'll keep 'em..." Maybe meaning yes. "Thanks, Ace. You aren't half bad at all." Her eyes shifted to Miya and Faramond, her smirk reappearing, a lopsided tilt of lips on her face. "Speaking of 'own little world...'"

Miya was going to play nice. She was going to sit in a chair and not be all sappy in front of Lita and Hanan, but the half-elf wasn't giving her much of a choice now was he? Scrunching her face, she'd take the seat in his lap and cross one leg over her knee once seated. "Alright. Better now." She'd look towards Simon then and dip her head in a silent request for a drink before she'd return her gaze to the thief, "So, what have you been up to?"

Faramond cleared his throat, his arms moved towards her waist at first, but he stopped, one just around the back of her waist. He could tell she wasn't pleased to be in his lap, so he'd at least give her that small victory, "After shaving this morning? I've been out, listening around." He hadn't done much today, lots of walking but he looked up at her, lips pulling to the side of his face thoughtfully, "And you?" No affection for him was hard, normally he was dancing or... He'd settle for just her in his lap but he was shifting, restraining... Well, trying to restrain himself.

Miya didn't mind being in his lap- not at all really, but she was more the typr to put other peoples comfort over her own selfish desires. Much as she might like to do more to the man, she'd keep her hands where they could be seen as she leaned back against the man's chest as her drink arrived. "About the same, really. Spent some time at home today... figured I was out enough yesterday." Speaking of Vayne, she'd lean in to whisper to the halfling then so she wouldn't forget.

Miya whispered something to Faramond.

Faramond opened his lips at first, as if to say something. Her words got a kiss graced to her cheek from Faramon as he returned. He shifted now, a more serious tone in the way they sat, a hand coming to rest on her stomach. Maybe it was too close to her chest for other's comfort, but that wasn't his concern.

Faramond whispered something to Miya.

Miya smiled then, a gentle look offered the mans way at his words. Her own hand would come up to rest upon his- the elf not realizing how that scene might look to those who might look their way. Again she'd whisper to him, a wink offered durring her speach as she pushed her fingers between his so she could hold his hand- palm down- in her own.

Miya whispered something to Faramond.

Lita was not so daft as she caught sight of Fara and Miya in turn. Luckily, there was no drink to cough up this round. And if she could read minds, she probably wouldn't be so keen on being referred to as 'drunk Lita'. She could ignore them easy enough. Hanan was a healthy distraction, wasn't she? Had she really just thought that? More whiskey! She didn't need to say nothin' about that abstraction in her brain... Luckily, Hanan's pounding elbows on table tops was making her nearly jump out of her skin. She blinked. The words seemed to snap her back into a sober moment. "I've never been in love, Hananan." There were too many syllables there. She giggled. And then she was counting on her fingers- one, two, three- and holding them up for Hanan to see. She whispered, "I've been with three guys- Three. Which is surprising, even to me, considering my line of work... But my body is an asset..." She winked, as if it was some secret. "I think one of those was consentual..." She snapped her fingers and pointed at Hanan, suddenly remembering. "Finn- Finn was... But that... well..." She shrugged, downed another drink and refilled both their glasses with the last of the bottle. "And I'm not naive..." She blinked down at the table. "I'm fucking amazing..." She stood to take the empty bottle back to the bar. "Another?" She let her eyes roll sideways, all drunken covertly... yeah right... to catch another glimpse of Fara and Miya. She rolled her eyes back to Hanan, trying to stand again. She'd decided on another, but maybe she needed sleep more. The ground was getting awfully close to her face. Cripes. "Hanan, I've got no comment on -that-... But if this crumbles..." She waved her hands in a little circle, meaning all of them, the Row, and in her head she hoped Hanan would not be so drunk that she didn't get it. "I say we make them swab the decks... I kinda like the idea of bein' pinned to the front o' yer ship, really..." She stuck out her arms in the zombie-style that Hanan had threatened to sew her arms to the front of her ship in earlier. She fell into a fit of giggles and stumbled to the bar for another bottle.

Faramond squeezed her belly with her hand, kissing her neck as he rested his head there, nuzzling her neck before whispering back sweetly.

Faramond whispered something to Miya.

Miya hadn't meant that Lita was always drunk. Only that she was now, and it was a little past obvious. But then again, she wasn't a mind reader either, so she couldn't know what Lita would have thought could she have read minds to begin with. Or something. The squeeze from Fara caused the elf to snicker softly and she'd give him a lofted browed look at the kiss to her neck, "Agreed." She would have suggested that herself, but never was one to step on toes. "And things will be fine. I'm sure." She wanted to ask him exactly what he'd meant by his phrasing, but she'd wait- something weren't meant to be asked in public.

Faramond shook his head as he watched her, "They will be." He'd make them fine maybe, but he cleared his throat now as he cuddled her into his lap, his head resting into her neck. He cleared his throat, he wasn't... Sure what to say, I mean what was there for him to say? "So, Miya, what are you up to tonight?" He didn't look Lita's way, didn't he owe her a dance? She wouldn't know tonight, she wouldn't come this way, and if he did... A dance wasn't something he could give her, not tonight, probably not ever without feeling guilty. His head shook, he pushed the thought away, asking Miya, "Do you dance?"

Hanan was drunk, but not nearly so drunk as Drunk Lita. But she had stolen glances. Hell, Fara was a bastard, but he was still a cute bastard. Granted hers were far more subtle. "Only three?" She looked at her with happy surprise, until she mentioned that only one was consensual, which made her... relate... a little more than she wanted to. A little. "Hey." Her smirk had given way, though she didn't look dejected either, standing when Lita stood and eyeing the bottle. "You're amazing, alright. Amazin'ly drunk." Not that Hanan didn't want another, but maybe Lita couldn't handle it. "You alright? I couldn't make Red swab a ruttin' deck, you kidding? Those two crumble and Red finds a dark corner of my ship to sequester 'imself in. Terra'd be better at scrubbin', but too dedicated, I think. And she'd try to make me wear dresses--" The zombie walk curved her lips back up again, pulling a drunken chuckle out. "You'd make a decent figurehead, I think. Busty enough anyway. But I think you'd get bored hung up there away from your admirers." Lita was stumbling, so she followed, tempted to put a hand out behind her back in case the Ace of Spades took a stumble and shuffled herself, not that the Captain was at her most sure-footed right now. "Can you handle another one of those, Ace?" She was already taking a coin out of the pocket of those snug khaki-colored pants she always wore, regardless. Did she keep anything in there besides coins for drink? She wasn't the best handler. "Maybe we'd better get you..." She looked for a word, couldn't find it. "...elsewhere."

Miya hadn't known anything about Fara and Lita. She'd known about Shale, and knew there were others, but Lita's name had never come up- which was probably a good thing, what with how possessive the elf could be. She might have pulled the halfling out of the barrel as soon as she'd seen him within the walls. Instead, however, she'd shrug her shoulders, "A little. If I like the song." She hadn't been dancing in years. Been dancing, she danced every once in awhile by herself, or with her daughter, but not with anyone else in... hell she couldn't even remember. "And I don't have anything planned for tonight. Had you?"

Faramond lifted his head, glancing towards Lita and Hanan, he wanted to comment, he saw the looks, it was hard to not notice at times, but it was harder to not look back, as proved by his glancing now, but he turned back towards Miya. A grin came on his lips, he didn't have plans, but he did now as he lifted up to whisper in her ear. Lita had given him a devious idea and he hoped Miya approved.

Lita stared openly at Fara and Miya, her smile faltering for just a moment. Ebon-hued eyes narrowed at the pair (okay, at Fara) and she'd never admit that she was a slight annoyed, a slight jealous. Annoyed at the fact that the pair held the audacity to sit there and be all lovey-dovey and cute when Hanan and herself were so clearly sharing a bottle and doing some much-needed bashing over here. But Hanan's laughter drug her back into their own moment and she turned sloppily, leaning back to steady her weight against the bartop, elbows propped up as she leaned slightly. "I think... Hmm... I think all this is gonna hurt in the mornin'... But you know, I'm glad it happened..." It wasn't clear which topic of conversation she was glad had happened. "And you know Hanan, I don't think I've ever heard you laugh before..." She was looking up at the Cap'n with serious set eyes, looking for all the world like she were about to tear up... How could Fara ask Miya to dance? What a whore... And without warning, she burst into another fit of giggles. "I can't imagine you in a dress... It's like seein' Grot in one all over again..." she pinched the fabric of her dress between her thumb and forefinger and held it up, the fabric fanning across her legs. Everything felt too heavy all of a sudden. She regretted the thing about the bandit as soon as she'd said it. "I guess I should head up for bed... I'd hate to have another and say somethin' I regret..."

Faramond whispered something to Miya.

Miya :: It was a good thing, again, that Miya couldn't read minds. If she'd been able to connect that whisper to his thoughts she might have beat him to death right there. Maybe. However, she couldn't, and so the whispered words brought a rush of red to her cheeks and the elf would sit up and spin around as much as she could in his lap without having to lift her leg over him. Eyes wide, she'd open her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Finally she'd reach behind her and pick up her own drink and down the entire glass of whiskey in two back to back gulps. "Sounds delightful." She almost hated how he could do that to her.

Hanan ::"Never heard me laugh? Shyte, yes you have." Hanan turned, set the small of her back into the bar, crossed her arms loose over her chest, and looked at Lita squarely. "You absolutely have. I laughed all the time in Red's parlor upstairs here, and you were there... Hell, you were there the night I ruttin' -met- Red and all. I just never laughed at you." She cracked a grin, then, it reaching her eyes when they set on Lita's. "Hell, don't know why." Terra hadn't been a good reason; she didn't follow Terra's orders, did she? But her eyes narrowed darkly when Lita compared her to a man in drag--a man in drag!--and she growled, mostly playful. Mostly. "Bitch, I'd wear it a hell of a lot better than you. At least I'd know to keep it dry. And don't worry." About mentioning Grot; she catched the change in mood after saying it. "I liked the man. Very much... don't want to get depressed every time he gets brought up." She reached up, drunkenly poked Lita in the shoulder, laughed again. "You sure you don't want to say anythin' else you'll regret? You say good things, that are regrettable. It's fun."

Faramond should not be the way he was... And sometimes, if he ever paid attention to what Lita was doing... Those stares might of hurt, but Miya was facing him and his hands had an itch. Those arms wrapped around the elf... His elf, and those palms started towards her backside. He didn't know he did it, but instead of grabbing her ass, Lita's stare had stopped him cold, but he wasn't one to deny himself at least something. No, his hands urged her hips to turn more, it would force her to straddle him if she allowed it as he looked at her neck, his nose rubbing there, "Does it now? You seem nervous about that idea, Miya.... Or embarrassed?"

Miya wouldn't move her legs, no matter how mush the other pulled at her hips. She'd seen the eyes. His eyes, Lita's eyes. She'd done a bit of looking herself and the elf was starting to get a little bit more than pestered. "No. I'm not." Her shortness might have been meant as a warning, but she'd never been short with Faramond before, so it was possible it might be mistaken as embarassment. "But, if we are going to go..." She was trying not to be bothered. Trying hard. "We should get going, don't you think?" She wanted to get out of the tavern- now.

Lita was still sober enough to think that that little prod at the end might have been an insult... So she narrowed her eyes up at the woman. She felt oddly small standing next to the Cap'n. She leaned sideways and let her shoulder bump against Hanan's shoulder in that symbol of commraderie she knew so well. "I think..." She rolled her eyes sideways towards Fara and Miya, then back to Hanan. "I think..." And she was glancing again, unabashed, brows raised. And then she was back looking at Hanan, eyes still wide. "I think I'm going to bed before she has another one..." Her thoughts made her giggle, in that secret way that happened when someone wasn't sharing all their thoughts. "You, come find me in a few days? Make sure I'm not dead? We should try this whole chatty thing when we're sober." And with that she was leaning away from the bar, hand reaching out to touch the backs of chairs as she made her way towards the stairs. She made it a point to avoid Fara and Miya with a wide arc, her eyes kept to herself as she tried to keep from giggling and failed. Miserably. And then she was disappearing up the stairs, wondering why there was sand all over her feet...

Faramond started to lift Miya from his lap, "We should... It is going to be a long night." Lita was forgotten, he need not tear his eyes from her, it came easy, "Take my hands, any place you want... Anything you want tonight, Miya." It may sound like he was buying for her, but they both knew that she was going to make this purchase all about him.

Hanan hadn't meant it as an insult. Or maybe she did. She constantly insulted the people she liked, didn't she? "Sure I'll find you." Lita was fun. "I'll let you know who wins that fight. I'll spoil the surprise: it'll be me." She lifted a hand, waved though she doubted the giggling Lita would turn to leave, and then looked to Simon. "No bottle, Sy." She reached into her collar, rubbed the side of her neck, an idle gesture. "I'm goin' to go to sleep before it happens in a damn alley." Lita would drink her under the table one day, she was sure of it. The captain straightened, stepped away from the bar, buttoned up her stand-collar jacket, and made her way toward the door. She didn't cut a wide berth around Faramond and Miya, but rather walked right next to them, giving them a smirk and a wave before leaving. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" Terrible advice. And then she was gone.

Miya rose easily from Faramonds lap- her arms pulling up to cross over her chest, though the action was stopped only by males hands coming to take her hands into his own. She was still trying- his past was his past, she knew what she was getting into when they'd made this agreement- but still. Dipping her head she'd move towards the exit, but not before Hanan cut in and made her comment. It actually made the elf laugh softly, and so when she started forward again, her grip on the halfling might be less of an angry thing as she lead him into the street.