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Drabble 1: Boys will be Boys
Cora sat cradling her chin in her right hand, elbow supporting its weigh on one of the wooden tables down in the Ragged Flagon of Riften. Her eyelids were slipping shut as she absentmindedly swirled a tankard of mead in her left hand. Her tired eyes darted back and forth between Brynjolf and Delvin, arguing rather comically in front of Vekel's bar.
"Come on now, Bryn! You know well as I that the girl was lookin' a' me!" Delvin said, stomping his foot angrily. The old thief rarely lost his cool, but when he did, no one wanted to miss it.
To this, Brynjolf scoffed. "Now you're just lying to yourself, Delvin. That fine lass was eyein' me up. Ain't that right, Cora?" He turned to her, trying to get her onto his side with a desperate wiggle of his eyebrows.
Cora let her mouth form into a hard line and she shrugged, not moving from her rather bored position. "I didn't see anything."
Brynjolf tilted his head and held his arms out to her in a pleading motion. "Back me up here, lass, after the two years we have spe-" His voice was replaced with a loud oompf and the rush of air out of his lungs. Delvin had tackled him to the ground, the pair tumbling over past Cora's table and splashing into the grey murky water.
Cora watched them squirm in the water before sighing and turning around to finish her drink. The rest of the Guild was cheering, alternating the chanting of names, depending on who was winning. Money began being handed from one hand to the next, with Vekel even running out from behind his bar to hoot and place his own bets.
The current name on everyone's lips was Delvin, because straddling the ginger Nord across the chest and aiming a hard punch at his square jaw. Brynjolf dodged, using Delvin's own momentum against him and effectively flipping him over his shoulder and into the gutter, sewer water splashing everywhere. The Guild was up in a riot when Brynjolf stood with his fists up, beckoning Delvin closer with a sly grin on his face.
As the squabble continued, Cora nursed her mead silently. She lifted an eyebrow over her mug when Vex slid into a seat next to her, eyeing her suspiciously. "Why do I feel like you had something to do with this?"
Cora shrugged again. "Boys will be boys."
Vex crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair, obviously not satisfied with the answer she was given. Cora rolled her eyes before stifling a giggle. "I may have been practicing my illusion magic in the market place today. Possibly disguising myself as a busty blond. 30 on Bryn, by the way."
Vex shook her head back and forth with a slight amused grin on her face. "You're terrible."