Post by Talia on Dec 9, 2008 2:01:49 GMT -5
The establishment didn't belong to Sia, but it might as well have. She sauntered into the joint looking completely at home, and even went so far as to serve herself a mug of ale from behind the counter, knowing full well that Syla would not disapprove. Her light plate armor shifted with the slightest metallic hiss as she moved, oiled to near perfection and cleaned to a brilliant sheen. She smiled knowingly at one of the robust bartenders and made a crude hand gesture, completely unashamed of her audacious behavior. It was no wonder that the rumor was that she had slept her way to the top of the command chain... although those that knew better would never think to challenge her.
She had temporarily been assigned to supervise the Royal Guard in Kalttor, as she occasionally did when the need arose. And for now, she was off-duty, and enjoying herself as much as she could. She took a deep swallow of the dark amber liquid and smiled at the taste. No one could beat Syla's ale, and no one could best Sylash's other skills... except for perhaps herself, although perhaps she was even being a bit too self-assured in that department. Syla was, after all, better than most, which said a lot.
She swung her hips up onto a nearby bar stool and idly chatted it up with a nearby patron. Even covered in pounds of armor, there was no disguising the fact that Sia was highly attractive. Her magnetism and sex appeal never left her short of admirers, to say the least. If truth be told, she rarely slept with just anyone. Not that she wasn't highly attracted to some. And she definitely wasn't scared or scarred by the past in any manner. She just enjoyed the chase more than the finale.
She felt the heady ale begin to warm her body. She wasn't at the point yet where it had begun to addle her brain, but rarely did she allow herself the luxury of being impaired either. She just didn't trust people enough to not slit her throat. And she wasn't about to let herself become the next easy rape victim either. Knowing the crowd that this particular bar catered to, she was sure that quite a few would take advantage of a situation like that, were it to present itself.
Her eyes slid over the crowd, noting the fact that Syla was not in attendance, at least at the moment. A wicked grin quickly spread across her face as she caught sight of a couple situations that could prove to be... problematic, yet fun. This night might prove to be a decent one after all.
She had temporarily been assigned to supervise the Royal Guard in Kalttor, as she occasionally did when the need arose. And for now, she was off-duty, and enjoying herself as much as she could. She took a deep swallow of the dark amber liquid and smiled at the taste. No one could beat Syla's ale, and no one could best Sylash's other skills... except for perhaps herself, although perhaps she was even being a bit too self-assured in that department. Syla was, after all, better than most, which said a lot.
She swung her hips up onto a nearby bar stool and idly chatted it up with a nearby patron. Even covered in pounds of armor, there was no disguising the fact that Sia was highly attractive. Her magnetism and sex appeal never left her short of admirers, to say the least. If truth be told, she rarely slept with just anyone. Not that she wasn't highly attracted to some. And she definitely wasn't scared or scarred by the past in any manner. She just enjoyed the chase more than the finale.
She felt the heady ale begin to warm her body. She wasn't at the point yet where it had begun to addle her brain, but rarely did she allow herself the luxury of being impaired either. She just didn't trust people enough to not slit her throat. And she wasn't about to let herself become the next easy rape victim either. Knowing the crowd that this particular bar catered to, she was sure that quite a few would take advantage of a situation like that, were it to present itself.
Her eyes slid over the crowd, noting the fact that Syla was not in attendance, at least at the moment. A wicked grin quickly spread across her face as she caught sight of a couple situations that could prove to be... problematic, yet fun. This night might prove to be a decent one after all.