finders keya-pers

[James Vaughn]

TAG: Keya

i have sworn

TO DO VERY FOOLISH THINGS

Vaughn was not one who often sought out help. And . . . he supposed he didn't quite see this as asking for it. His focus was victory, and he would do whatever he could to attain that. Even if it meant enlisting the help of Keya herself. After all, should this be a success, her 'boss' may profit from it too. But Vaughn did not want to involve the man if he could help it; he would much rather keep all the profit for himself. Sharing was also not his strong suit. It said that a nobleman was setting out a ship that was full of riches . . . only Vaughn did not know the logistics of where or when he was setting it to sail. He couldn't exactly lurk by the docks awaiting the ship; he had to leave enough time between pursuing it. So he needed Keya to find out more information. After all, a beautiful woman was far more likely to extract information without than a brutish male. And Vaughn would rather do this quietly so not to arouse suspicion.

The pirate entered the bar that he knew she frequented, finding it a rather good place until they inevitably would take things to a more, private location. For more reasons than one. With his eyes scanning the crowd, he saw her sitting on a stool at the bar, a man sitting next to her. Whether it was someone she knew or not, he cared for not . . . he approached him, grabbed him by his collar and threw him off the stool. The man stumbled to the floor, clearly too drunk to pick a fight . . . as he struggled to regain his balance -- and orientation from the looks of it. Vaughn nonchalantly sat on the stool, waving his hand for the barkeep to bring him a drink, before turning to the dark haired woman. "And here I thought you would be saving a seat for me." Though of course, she didn't exactly know he was coming. None the less, his arrogant attitude brought the teasing words, with a smirk playing upon his roguish features.

[Keya]

Some nights she liked to just forget about her life for a bit, or do something just for her. Sometimes he was stealing something she wanted, sometimes it was finding a man she wanted. Tonight was not looking promising on either front. The man she had found had begun to look well, but in his boasting and drinking he had become sloppy and and was growing bored. Just as she was about to tell the man to get lost, and move to the tall man in the corner who she had been eyeing--the drunk was pulled away.

Her eyes remained staring off at nothing, as she waited for whomever to take the place. When she saw who it was, she did a slow, lazy blink and grinned. Finally. Something worth a little effort. "I though you were my seat, are you not firm and steady tonight?" after all, that was where shew as sitting last time. Looking toward the bar keep. "He's buying this one." She told him, meaning that Vaughn was now buying her drink.

Keya was clever enough to know that the odds of him just finding her on his own was slim. Which meant that there was a chance this was not just a happenstance meeting. Maybe it was her jadedness, or maybe experience. Either way, she wondered if he wanted something or . . . wanted something from her. "What brings a . . . sailor . . . so far from the docks?" Sailor meaning pirate.

James Vaughn