king moves to the bar and reaches behind it, netting himself a hopefully clean glass. tearing the cork off a bottle with his teeth, he gives himself a greedy pour, downing the brown liquid in one bitter effort.

clanking it on the wooden counter, parker's words are an irritating chittering behind him. he licks the excess alcohol off his teeth, not even bothering to turn as he speaks.

"ye offerin' ta stand in her place?"

parker jones

sweat gives her skin a dewy look. it'd be sexy, if it weren't for the pink in her cheeks and the stink from her pits. she wipes at them with the towel and snorts, reaching around king to snatch the bottle from him. she makes a face. rotgut whiskey. she's more a rum gal. 

likes the sweeter things in life. hah. 

"nah, i'd rather take a crack at 'er myself," she says with a wolfish grin. "they say blondes are more fun."

KING WAYLAND

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"yer not her type," he says with a dismissive face of disgust, turning away from as she takes the bottle. "she prefers people who actually fuckin' shower."

king downs the rest of his drink in one go, feeling his own saliva swarm in to coat his mouth against what it thinks will be an inevitable barf.

it doesn't come.

"why the fuck are ye here anyways?"

parker jones

"i shower," she says, feigning insult. she grimaces as she takes a swig. this ain't king's place so she has to be quick about slipping the bottle back into the well. nearly gets caught red-handed too, but some gal at the end of the bar calls his attention right as he's turning around. 

she huffs and clambers into the seat beside him. her gaze slides to the fights that are going on. the sounds of pokemon snarling vie over the crowing of the audience. bets switch hands quickly, as the matches don't last very long here. 

"lookin' for a blonde a my own," she admits. she hasn't seen the sea witch around king's place for quite some time. can't help but think it's her fault. 

seems she's not ghosting this haunt either. 

"but 'sides from that, i'm actually here on business." she nods in the direction of one of the rings. this battle's actually been going for a few minutes now. the machamp and the primeape in the cage are sporting several wounds though. 

"tryna let my man win a few bucks 'fore i take it from 'im. doubt he'll win back all he owes though." she leans back, flags the bartender now and orders a neat pour of rum and another round for king.

"and you?" she asks. "business or pleasure?"

KING WAYLAND

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her mention of freya morningstar brings his thoughts to the dragon princess, and for a moment he's filled with a curiosity as to her whereabouts. like parker's blond, his own has been illusive as of late. no doubt making more trouble for herself, too.
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"little of both i 'spose. depends what interests me, ye?" his eyes flick to the ring and to her previous comment. "what's stoppin' me from winnin' it from the both of ye?"
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teeth flash beneath the dim lights of the bar, hints of a game a foot.

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the rum spreads warm through her. she sips neatly, knowing full fuckin' well she can't handle her liquor. and even though it wouldn't be the end of the world if the guy gets off one more day with the cash, she'd rather this be a tight and clean job. so she can move on to the next one. 

'cause there's always another. 

she narrows her eyes at him, knowing full well that look on his face. "don't make my life harder," she complains. "kid's got two grand on 'is head right now. ronnie wants it collected by tomorrow night. and i got shit to do." a lie, that last part, but whatever.

KING WAYLAND

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