That’s the price of secrecy

His grin was wolfish, his cheeks flushed from both drink and the sheer thrill of a captivated audience. His eyes flicked to Horus, who was raising his mug in mock reverence. Smirking, Ruth leaned on the back of a chair, his weight barely supported as he lazily replied, Careful now, Horus. Some fine, sober husband might catch my eye, and then where would I be? Tied down? Perish the thought! He let the innuendo hang in the air, accompanied by a wink that sent ripples of laughter through the nearby patrons who overheard.

As the mood simmered and Ruth reached for his own drink, his attention turned to a figure approaching their table. Dora. A broad grin split his face as she set the pitcher and mugs on the table.

If it isn’t the mistress of parts herself, Ruth declared, raising his hands in mock surprise. Was it a play on words, perhaps, but he was well on his way, well oiled by the liquor and lyrium snorted in the restroom. His gaze lingered on her as she downed her mug with practiced ease. And here I was thinking this night couldn’t get any better. Bringing us beer too? You’ll have me thinking you’re sweet on me.

The cheeky glint in his eye was unmistakable, but Ruth quickly chuckled and waved his hand as if dismissing the thought before it could linger. Though I reckon you’ve got better taste than this scoundrel. Still, cheers for fueling the fun. He raised his mug in a gesture of thanks before draining it with gusto.

Straightening, Ruth gestured between the two. Dora, this is Horus, incorrigible rascal, and the finest sailor on any sea you can name. Horus, meet Dora. I’ve probably mentioned her once or twice.

@Horus
@Theodora Oridotti