Slurred Words (Melon)

((I will likely introduce Wil later! ))

It was another one of those days. Captain Zakari Skinner, after docking Din's Avenger, had headed off to the bar to make his delivery and have a drink. He wasn't really in a drinking mood, but his men were. They were a pretty unruly bunch, but they meant no harm. Most were just causing the bar to need another shipment of brandy.

His crew had settled in around the bar but Zak hung back, draped his hat over his eyes, and decided a quick nap might suit his fancy. After folding his hands neatly in his lap, his tanned bare chest began to rise and fall slowly as he caught up on a few minutes of sleep. He was comfortable and it sounded good at that moment in time, though he couldn't really sleep. It was more of a conscious sleep, an eye resting. He was definitely not 'out'. Very well aware of his surroundings, just in case he had to settle a dispute between his men.

Alyisha was laughing and sharing drinks and tales with the men in the tavern. Things were going pretty well until one of them gave her a  a hard slap on her ass. This made Alyisha pause, turn around and slap the man square in the face, creating a loud noise that hushed up most of the crowd.

"Now you're going to apologize or I'm going to cut that hand of yours right off." She threatened pulling out a dagger and clearing at the man waiting for an apology and not going to stand for anything less.

But the man only laughed and shook his head. "yer only a dame, what are ye going ta do?" He asked his words were slurred and Alyisha quickly grabbed him by his arm and twisted it behind his back and pushed his face into the table. "I'll tell you  one more time. Apologize."

Of course. Zak rolled his eyes and stood up, his men looking at him with wide eyes as he approached the scene that was unfolding. He came up from behind the woman and was tempted to give her ass a slap himself. He reluctantly fought the urge back. He causally leaned on the counter and looked at the drunk man.

"Now you know what the rules are, mate." Zak's voice was soft, but firm. He looked up to the female and offered a charming grin. "You'll have to excuse him. Tends to be a pig when he's roasted. He'll aplogize, and if he doesn't, he's off the crew." This had happened before and that should have been perfectly clear. The Captain was the only one allowed to do any ass slapping unless permission was granted otherwise.

Sure, the men tended to forget this when they were completely intoxicated, but that didn't matter now. The deed had already been done.

Alyisha was just about to start sawing the guy's hand off, before his, what she assumed to be, boss came and saved his sorry ass. The guy stammered out an apology and she let him go, but not before kicking him to the floor.

She quickly lost interest in the stupid rat and looked up at the man who saved his butt. "And who are you?" She asked rudely. "Yo usure have your little pigs locked up tight in a pen." She said crossing her arms, waiting for an answer.

Not one to be in anything but a joyful mood, Zak maintained the charming smile as he watched the scene unfold. Most of his men went back to business as usual. "I'm Captain Zakari Skinner, trader from Termina." It was probably best that he didn't mention his thievery and pillaging habits right now, just to make sure this woman wasn't like that Archer woman he had met with before.

"If my little pigs weren't locked up in their pen, I'm sure most would have illegitimate children. Don't need that happening." His Kraken had the form of a little boy, but that was the closest thing to a child Zak ever had.

Alyisha chuckled a bit as he mentioned he was a captain. "A Captain, eh? I'm sure you've got a good story or two to tell. Why don't you buy this girl a drink and you and I could share a tale or two, sound good? She questioned with a smirk wanting to know more about this guy's crew.

"In return I'll tell you a few of mine." She smiled, hoping he'd take her up on her offer. I mean, why wouldn't he share a tale or two with a wonderful good looking girl such as herself?

This was going a whole lot better than he had first anticipated. Zak raised a hand and a couple of drinks were sat on the table. It wasn't that he was a regular, per say; he just came here fairly often. He didn't really have many stories off the top of his head that he could tell, but he did have his fair share of mishaps. Perhaps his favorite story to tell was the one of how he came to be.

"If the lady wants a drink, you buy her a drink. If the lady wants a story, she's going to have to give me some food for thought. Anything in particular you want to hear about?" He was tempted to throw in a compliment, but he had finished speaking before he thought of it. He leaned back on the counter, flaunting himself. Not intentionally, mind you. Most of the flaunting he did was just because of his lovely male physique.