Captain Skyler Dross was familiar with the majority of the establishments around the Lilycove docks, having lived her entire life in the city and the last few years in and out of the harbor. Since the war she rarely left the docks themselves: having abandoned her landlocked house in Lilycove for the apartment she'd made inside her relatively new ship.

Said ship bobbed in calm waters, its movement barely perceptible due to its sheer size. As a former war ship, the Sotally Tober was a sight to behold, although it served a much more humble purpose now. A calloused hand gave it a small, affectionate pat as Captain Dross leaned against the railing and looked out at the groups of sailors and fishermen making their way to a night of well-deserved rest - or revelry. The captain was more interested in the latter, a restless energy having seized control of her after a frustrating day that had yielded very little.

And she'd been shot at with a fucking harpoon. For the second time.

"Clarabelle, you're taking the first shift." The scarred Lopunny was by the captain's side in an instant, moving her head slightly to the side so she could look at her trainer with her good eye; the other was hidden beneath a leather eye-patch. "You know what to do if anyone sneaks aboard. If anything happens," the words were soft, but it wasn't quite enough to hide the steely command in them, "find me."

Then Skyler was off, wide steps eating up the distance between herself and the local establishments. The bomber jacket around her shoulders was an old, almost threadbare thing, but it was comfortable and protected her well enough from the biting cold that had come with the onset of night.

She entered the first establishment that offered some semblance of warmth, barely looking up at its name before she was sliding onto a wooden stool, completely at ease with the increasingly rough rabble that made its way into the bar. Silver eyes caught the barkeep's attention and a lazy smile curled her mouth. Slightly flirty. "Hello, belle. Mind getting me some tequila? I'll pay you double for the whole bottle." It was one of those days.

Skyler had her back to the rest of the bar, content with simply sipping at her tequila. She might join the revelry later, when the edges of her temper had been sufficiently smoothed out, frustrations washed away in booze and foreign laughter.

Of course, the captain wasn't given an option. Not when something cold and wet splashed over her jacket, her neck, dripped from her blond curls onto the shirt underneath. 

Knuckles turned white as Skyler tightened her grip on the bottle of tequila. The stool under her gave a creak of protest when she spun around, narrowed silver eyes flashing with temper - searching the crowd for the culprit. "Whose beer was that?" The growled question that broke free from her mouth sounded like something between a challenge and a threat. 

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Dagger-like silver eyes immediately shifted their focus to the tall woman whose beer was now making its way down Skyler's neck, carving an uncomfortably damp trail down her shirt. The captain would like to say that the first thing that she noticed was the apologetic expression on the woman's face, but that would've been a lie. Instead, her eyes were distracted by the smattering of freckles over the woman's cheeks, not unlike stars in a clear, unpolluted night sky.

The straps across the woman's shirt didn't help either, and while Skyler did let her eyes wander for a brief couple of seconds, they immediately raised up at the sound of the woman's voice, an apology slipping past her lips. Several times. The captain's eyebrows quirked up at the sheepish smile sent her way, a calloused hand coming to shake some of the liquid out of her chaotic mane of blond curls. 

She didn't miss the silence that fell over the surrounding area, nor the curious stares headed her way. "Piss off." A flash of teeth preluded her growled words, turning her glare to the nearby bunch of sailors. Honestly, they could be worse than gossipy old ladies sometimes.

"Saves me the trouble of having to ask for the next round of drinks." Amusement smoothed out the threat in her eyes, and although there still was something sharp in the lopsided smile that curled her lips, punches weren't being thrown - yet. "Provided I don't spill it over some poor soul's jacket." And shirt. And hair. 

A pointed smirk was somewhat hidden behind the glint of glass as the captain downed some tequila, light catching on the scarred column of her throat before the bottle was nearly slammed onto the bar's countertop. The following burn that slid down Skyler's throat felt hellishly good - and she took the time to appreciate it.

"You know," she drawled, eyes gleaming with a hint of mischievousness, "there are easier ways of getting a woman out of her jacket and shirt." Not that any such thing was going through Skyler's mind, but the teasing came naturally to the captain. 

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