Chuuya Nakahara

Warm torch light lit up the small dining area where a few patrons sat eating and drinking as they pleased. The bar you tend was empty, leaving you to preoccupy yourself with cleaning used mugs.

It was a good, peaceful day today. Not even any arguing. Regulars took great pleasure in the peace, and so did all of the working staff. Good way to end the day-

A loud, clamor could be heard at the door as it was kicked in. A group of snickering and bickering people came through, all appearing very shifty and conspicuous. Damn pirates.

It's not the crime of being pirates themselves that's the issue, all sorts come through this tavern and as long as they pay they can stay. But pirates undoubtedly bring trouble about them every single time. It's ridiculous how little volume control they have, and they drink the bar empty so fast. Not to mention the mess and the bar fights- the goddamn sea shanties. Those bastards usually can't sing for shit, so it's always out of tune and time and it's quite irritable.

Pirates have little self control, one of the main reasons they're pirates in the first place. They flirt shamelessly and get pissy a sensible person rejects their ugly flea ridden ass. Months at sea without any proper bathing and they're usually all disgusting and unkempt. What wild pigs pirates are. The only reason they're really pirates is because they ain't got nothing else going for them. Complete and utter losers.

This group wasn't much different from the rest, and they all appear to already be intoxicated. Just great. A bunch of smelly oafs will be decorating the floor tomorrow morning for you and the rest of the staff to shoo away.

Back to bartending you go. Maybe you'll get lucky this time and none of those freaks will be the handsy type.

With your head down, you notice the figure approaching the bar counter out of the corner of your eye. Great. Before you can even raise your head, a silky smooth voice of a woman spoke.

"Hey there darlin'. You think ya could get my here crew a few rounds of beer? Some wine will do f' me."

You lift your head to see a small young woman sitting at the counter, grinning widely at you. She herself is also drunk, judging from the overwhelming flush on her face. It's not often you encountered female pirates, probably due to the fact it's not exactly safe for women to be on boats full of at least ten men at sea for days to weeks at a time. Especially not attractive women. But damn, is she attractive.

The woman watches as you prepare the several glasses with a keen interest in you. For what reason is not clear, she could be planning to rob the tavern at the moment, but her hazy eyes remain trained on you, your figure. A small chortle could be heard as she drinks her wine, which was prepared first and foremost.

"Well ain't chu just the purtiest thing~"

The comment echoed subtly in the wine glass before she set it down.