A/N: Post ADWD. No grammar nazis. Reviews are love. Credit where credit is due aka Mr. Martin. The usual yadda yadda.
Also-Lyla is pronounced LIE-lah and Biro is bye-row. Millo-Mihl-low.
You're welcome because it drives me crazy when I don't know how to pronounce a name. XD
"We've got another one Lyla." The big Braavosi boy bustled into her bedroom. "C'mon get up."
Lyla groaned and rolled over. "Forget it. It's too early."
Biro threw open the windows so the light hit Lyla's eyes just right. "Too bad. Millo got new shipment last night. They need to be ready for the show two nights from now."
"Ugh. It makes me sick." Lyla spit on the stone floor. "Bastards get the glory and riches. We get the shit."
Biro chuckled. "That we do. Hopefully they'll be so drunk they won't notice if we dip into their winnings."
"I'll drink to that," Lyla said as she rolled out of bed. She reached for the wine skin on the nightstand from the night before but Biro snatched it out of her hand.
"Ah ah ah," he danced away as she glared at him. "Milo's boss is going to be there today so no drinking on the job."
Lyla growled at him. "How the hell am I supposed to make it through the day then?"
"You'll think of something," he said as he took a drink himself. Making a face he put it down. "Don't know how you can stand the stuff."
Lyla continued to glare at him as she pulled on a clean tunic and breeches. She was a tiny athletic thing with observant blue grey eyes and choppy shoulder length black hair. Her round face was always guarded, even though her tongue was quick to insult and even quicker to get her out of trouble. After 17 name days, give or take, she knew there was no hope for a womanly figure. However it was easier to go unspotted in a crowd if one didn't have huge breasts for the rest of the crowd to ogle at.
Ignoring Biro's continued commentary about different wines, she headed out the door. Even though Lyla had a drink- alright many drinks- every night, she was never so drunk that she did not have her wits nor her dagger about her. She was as quick with her weapon as she was with her tongue; both were becoming quietly notorious in working side of the Braavosi fighting pits.
Some of Meeren's previous fighters had fled when the Dragon Queen had arrived and abolished the pits there. They moved onto Braavos; a new city with new blood to be spilled. While no slaves were permitted to be brought from other Free Cities, animals, sellswords, and former pit fighters were essential in providing Braavos' newest entertainment.
Lyla and Biro trudged through the marketplace, avoiding the eyes and voices of the street merchants around them. Most sold fruit, trinkets, or household items. Some sold skin, a promise of soft silk and a warm bed in their eyes. Lyla did her best to ignore the people selling those certain wares. All things sexual made her uncomfortable. She'd kissed a few boys, fought with more, but none had made her wish for something more than friendship. As the duo stepped onto the ferry that would bring them to what the locals called "Commorte Island", she thought of how she and Biro had first met on the dreary place.
A/N: I've got the other half of this chapter almost finished. It should be up tomorrow night. Read and review! 3
