The tavern was alive with the usual hum of conversation, the clink of tankards, and the faint crackle of the fire in the hearth. The world seemed to soften, with the warm amber flowing through his system and his thoughts wandered between the two and Ruth held a mischievous glint in his eye as he sat there. His gaze grew hazy from the steady flow of ale and a deep laugh bubbled up from him, louder than he probably intended, as he slapped Horus on the back.
It was a jest, one that Ruth found hard to resist. There was always a bit of fun to be had at the expense of his friend, though Ruth knew well enough not to reveal too much of himself, he preferred to keep certain things close to the chest and most understood that. He waved off Horus’s protests with a dismissive flick of his hand as he flirted with Dora.
Then, just as the conversation threatened to become more serious, a barmaid passed by, her hips swaying in that way that caught the eye. Ruth’s gaze followed her movement without a second thought, his attention wandering naturally.
His gaze drifted back to the barmaid for a moment longer, but he pulled himself away quickly, unwilling to linger too long. There was something amusing about the way Dora thought she could outquip him, but Ruth had learned long ago to appreciate the craft, rather than to get too lost in the details. He lived and breathed this kind of shit, and with an exaggerated roll of his eye, he’d huff.
Taking another sip of his drink, Ruth leaned back in his chair, balancing it on two legs while the warmth of the alcohol spread through him. His eye flickered briefly to the barmaid once more, thoughts suddenly interrupted by a carefully painted image from Dora began running unbridled through his mind. He muttered to himself, the chairs legs landing back on all fours with a thud.
The words hung in the air for a moment, half to himself, half as a challenge to anyone who might dare to make good on the implied offer. But Ruth didn’t mind. In fact, he found himself quite enjoying the little tease, the possibility of mischief lingering in the back of his mind.
For now, though, he was content to let the world spin around him, he was in no rush to see the night end early. He’d a barmaid to woo the knickers off of. Unless? Na. She’d probably try and hang him with them…. though…
Shaking his head of the image, Ruth turned the mug about itself.
@Horus
@Theodora Oridotti
More like putting out. I’m not a simp, ‘Rus.
It was a jest, one that Ruth found hard to resist. There was always a bit of fun to be had at the expense of his friend, though Ruth knew well enough not to reveal too much of himself, he preferred to keep certain things close to the chest and most understood that. He waved off Horus’s protests with a dismissive flick of his hand as he flirted with Dora.
Then, just as the conversation threatened to become more serious, a barmaid passed by, her hips swaying in that way that caught the eye. Ruth’s gaze followed her movement without a second thought, his attention wandering naturally.
There’s treasure’s walking past us,Ruth said with a smirk, his voice low and teasing. It was the kind of comment that Ruth couldn’t resist making, but Dora’s words were too good to miss a cheeky wink.
Parts eh? Bet it’s a filthy toy. Pink and vibratin’ too, typical crafty Dwarf.
His gaze drifted back to the barmaid for a moment longer, but he pulled himself away quickly, unwilling to linger too long. There was something amusing about the way Dora thought she could outquip him, but Ruth had learned long ago to appreciate the craft, rather than to get too lost in the details. He lived and breathed this kind of shit, and with an exaggerated roll of his eye, he’d huff.
Medically speaking. I’m a good boy when on the job.A lie, but not a complete fabrication, he could behave… on occasion, when it mattered. He had his own craft to uphold.
Taking another sip of his drink, Ruth leaned back in his chair, balancing it on two legs while the warmth of the alcohol spread through him. His eye flickered briefly to the barmaid once more, thoughts suddenly interrupted by a carefully painted image from Dora began running unbridled through his mind. He muttered to himself, the chairs legs landing back on all fours with a thud.
Don’t threaten me with a good time.
The words hung in the air for a moment, half to himself, half as a challenge to anyone who might dare to make good on the implied offer. But Ruth didn’t mind. In fact, he found himself quite enjoying the little tease, the possibility of mischief lingering in the back of his mind.
You’d have to catch me to do it, and I’m a slippery bastard at the best of times. Just ask Horus here, he’s seen it. Me all oiled up and slipping the noose on a few of our… excursions.Brows wiggled intentionally, grin filthy and lopsided before the tankard came back to his lips.
For now, though, he was content to let the world spin around him, he was in no rush to see the night end early. He’d a barmaid to woo the knickers off of. Unless? Na. She’d probably try and hang him with them…. though…
Shaking his head of the image, Ruth turned the mug about itself.
So is that why you’re here? Looking for a punter to chain up? Or just here to pry out ole Horus’ secrets?
@Horus
@Theodora Oridotti
01-25-2025, 03:31 PM
