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Post by Amri Dukhkin' on Jul 7, 2012 20:18:00 GMT -5
No way she didn't think he was hot. He was the best looking guy of...well, everyone! It was an inarguable fact, from his fit and lean-muscled body to his striking and intense eyes to his good natured grin and to his feathery and fluffy long locks. She just didn't want to admit she was falling in love with him. She was trying to play hard-to-get even though he wasn't attempting to “get” her. Silly girls. They always seemed to think that pretending not to be “easy” made guys want them more, but in reality it meant they were the ones sitting alone and denying themselves pleasure.
She nudged the drink towards him and he met it with agreement, “Yeeah...dun wanna waste my hard-earned and blood-strained coin.” He pushed it towards the girl on his other side, who was starting to get even fuzzier, everyone was starting to get fuzzier, but he could still throw a punch. Ah...this was the perfect time. He shoved his own mug forward as he threw his head back to sing just the beginning of an old drinking song he'd known since he was just a little boy with raucous laughter in his voice,
“Some men they are sailors,
Mighty ocean whalers,
As from shore to icy shore they boldly sail.
But the man I drink to,
The man nobody drinks to,
Is the man who only goes to sea to drink the ale.
If we drink we will die
If we don't drink we will die
So we might as well say "What the hell!"
And raise our glasses high
Whatever your name
You'll be dying just the same
So you might as well say, "What the hell!"
and join us in a drink
Hey!”
And with that he took a deep gulp of his now refilled ale, and many of the men around him cheered and joined in with a drink themselves.
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Post by Ava Lynch on Jul 10, 2012 0:12:53 GMT -5
 
As he began to sing his... song. Was it a song? Ava didn't know too much about music-but the songs she knew where much more pretty than this raunchy tune. Whatever it was called, it was the perfect distraction for Ava to start collecting her own ill-gotten coin. She waited until he was a good three or four lines before turning to his bag of coins. She whispered a simple incantation, and the bag dropped from his side and hovered over the ground. She flicked her hand and it zoomed to her. It was quite sizeable-worth more than enough for her time spent here.
She got up from the table just as the big warrior was finishing his last few verses and walked towards the door as inconspicuously as possible, turning around just at the door to see if he had noticed the weight of the coin gone or the fact she had left the table. He was quite intoxicated so she wouldn't be surprised if he either didn't care or didn't even notice at all. She could escape from him, even if he was pissed and strong and... well a murderer. He obviously was already having trouble seeing, what with his alcohol intake by now and the slur of his voice. The inn wasn't far, she could easily escape him in the dark and make it to her room. If he followed her there? Well she had her weapons as well as her magic. Nah, she was pretty much home free she figured.
 ☀NOTES☀hehe, I know how much you wanted them to all dance on the table-but Ava would be much too pissed so this will have to do instead. xD ☀LYRICS☀Bad Day - Daniel Powter☀CREDIT☀by Goldy. [/size][/color][/center] |
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Post by Amri Dukhkin' on Jul 11, 2012 12:31:23 GMT -5
There was nothing like a good drinking song to get a whole tavern together and happy and ready to down another drink. And it was what connected the old men to the young men, this song has been passed down for generations among the Wind Falcon tribe and Amri had heard a few guys start to sing along with him. And by the end of night, everyone would at least know the chorus. He remembered learning the song...it was a rowdy night and he must have been thirteen and they were all drinking around a bonfire and all the men in the tribe sang the chorus, but then they let Amri's father, Vivek, sing the verses by himself in his baritone voice.
“Some men they are fighters,
Mighty warrior fighters,
As from battlefield to battlefield they run.
But the man I drink to,
The man nobody drinks to,
Is the man who only goes to war just for the rum.
If we drink we will die
If we don't drink we will die
So we might as well say "What the hell!"
And raise our glasses high
Whatever your name
You'll be dying just the same
So you might as well say, "What the hell!"
and join us in a drink
Hey!” he sang loudly, downing another gulp as he finished the verse.
It was then that he noticed the blonde bitch was leaving. How dare she? He hadn't even gotten to the final verse! Angrily he trotted over to her, wavering in his steps, to reach forward and grab her arm to pull her back. She couldn't leave, she had to hear the rest of his song with his beautiful tenor voice (Though his voice sounded notably less good when he was drunk.) “Cooome onn, stay for a dance!” he bleated loudly, holding his arms open invitingly with a grin on his face, and then he began to sing another part of the song.
“Some men they are lovers,
They work under covers,
As from lady's bed to lady's bed they creep.
But the man I drink to,
The man nobody drinks to,
Is the man who only goes to bed to go to sleep.
If we drink we will die
If we don't drink we will die
So we might as well say "What the hell!"
And raise our glasses high
Whatever your name
You'll be dying just the same
So you might as well say, "What the hell!"
and join us in a drink
Hey!”
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Post by Ava Lynch on Jul 16, 2012 1:32:51 GMT -5
Ava raised an eyebrow about to tell him to go screw the bitch at the bar and leave her alone-but the door opened behind her. In walked a regal looking man with dark black hair and squinted eyes. Ava was immediately disturbed at the fact he wore full body armour, it was glossy as if it had been thoroughly polished recently. This, of course, suggested he was of wealth-as common folk didn't usually have the money to have shiny, polished new armour. The man narrowed his eyes at the drunken barbarian, then looked at Ava and pushed her aside roughly. Ava, not expecting that at all, stumbled and fell to the ground, grunting a little. The bag of coin slid across the flood from her grasp and she gritted her teeth.
Rather upset, she rolled so she was facing him and pointed at him with her hand, a glowing strike of pure, electrical energy pulsed from her hand into his armour. He stumbled and fell, though the electrical energy was far from fatal-it did stun opponents pretty nicely. She turned her glare to the attacker to the warrior, "One of yours, I suppose?" she spat, not in the mood to deal with this-again.
The stunned attacker, whom had now regained his balance, took out his sword and aimed it at the mercenary, getting ready to charge.
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Post by Amri Dukhkin' on Jul 17, 2012 0:11:31 GMT -5
Cool, now he got to spend an evening drinking and killing, and he'd get to end it with a bit of screwing, his idea of a good night. A smile came onto his face, though it was quickly replaced with confusion as the guy attacked the blonde girl. Why he hell would he do that? It had been Amri who'd killed the guy's...oh what was it? Wife? Captain? Goat? Son? Yeah, son, that was it. He'd killed the guy's son. So why would he go for the blonde girl unless he was just a generally grumpy guy? That must have been it, cause it wasn't like hurting the blonde chick would make Amri angry, which must've been what he was aiming to do otherwise.
“Heeey stinker, over here,” he drawled, picking his sword off the ground and holding it in front of him just in time to parry the attack. He lazily kicked his leg at the man's shin as he pushed him off himself and spun his sword once, though the force of it sent him to the floor again. He squeezed his eyes shut and opened them to try and get a better picture of what was going on, but the guy was just about to stab him so he rolled to the side to quickly avoid him. God dammit, he had to get the upper hand.
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Post by Ava Lynch on Jul 20, 2012 22:59:30 GMT -5
Ava rolled her eyes at him, this was exactly what she was talking about. Someone so high profile like him should not be so weak in front of so many possible attackers. Now he was going to get killed-or he would have gotten killed if the idiot hadn't pissed her off. Ava narrowed her eyes and pushed herself off the ground, but her a cold pain struck in her head and her vision blurred. She stumbled back down to the ground on her back. What was this? Ava hadn't had anything to drink, not that she could think of anyway. She covered her forehead with her hand and blinked.
She quickly regained her focus and pushed herself from the ground, though her vision was still a little blurry. She must be exhausted. Too much time in the sun, perhaps? That must have been it. She made a mental note to keep to the shade from now on. She touched her fingers to her lips and whispered an incantation she had long memorized. Then, like a bowling ball she rolled the invisible ball of energy right at the knees of the attacker-bowling him over and slamming him against the wall. "Need a little help, Mr. Muscles?" she asked, her expression rather unamused and annoyed.
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