Brothels and Signets

All the nuglets, all over the place, all flaming red hair and fiery temper. Da never stood a chance. She nodded along as Lyric talked to the man, handing over another bottle of the wine as she sneered at the back of the targets head. She would be so happy once the job was done. If only this had been a simple case of letting the man get so drunk and then letting him walk off the end of the pier, it would have been so much easier to handle, after all, if the mark got himself killed in the process, that wasn't on them was it? But noo, she had to let herself be talked into a "leave the person alive" sort of deal. Mariam took a deep breath and tried to channel some sense of inner peace to deal with the low simmering rage that threatened to have her pulling a dagger and putting an end of the man, once and for all.

She leaned over the table to refill the man's mug again, catching Lyric's whisper, Couldn't hurt, was the whisper back as she switched the bottle to fill her and Lyric's mugs with the non-dosed wine. Now, one more time around the bend and then we'll sing you such a sweet song you'll forget all about any woe you've ever faced. She up-ended her mug, meaning to pretend to drink, but in all truth, her nerves were wearing thin and she needed to have a bit of the drink, so took a full mouthfuls before setting the mug down with a satisfied sigh, eyeballing the bottles again. Which was which, again?

Sun beams and lolli-pops, something like that, I think, wasn't it dear sister? And we all know what sort of lolli-pop [i]he[/i[ wants to have in his mouth right about now, our deer benefactor, ey?

@Lyric Oatshield