A/N: Oh, how I envy Sparrow. Getting to go to one of Reaver's parties is a dream come true for most of his fans. :)

I wanted there to be a slight build up before you even get to see Reaver, considering he is the pirate lord and all. And I wanted to use some of his witty lines. That *is* the reason I like him so much, after all.

On a side note, I hope to not disappoint you all with my ill sense of humor. :) Please bear with me, and I promise I won't use any cheesy puns.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Fable 2.

Chapter 2 : Lucky Girl

"Well, you certainly are a lucky girl," the potion master said with a seedy laugh, "I don't know how you did it, but a man can barely stand the poison of a banshee, let alone a girl." He handed Sparrow a delicate looking vial with a foul smelling brew inside of it. She glanced inside and, to her dismay, found that it was the pleasant color of vomit.

"Bottoms up," he smirked.

You can do this, her mind chimed. You battled your way through the Crucible and you weren't scared. You marched into that Spire without a lick of fear.

She closed her eyes. But I never had to drink anything as revolting as this Hobbe spittle, she reasoned back.

What are you? A Hero? Drink it, girl!

Sparrow held her nose and took in a mouthful of the concoction.

It tasted....wonderful? Was her mind just playing tricks on her? If so, she thought with a little pride, it was doing a mighty fine job. She hesitantly took another drink.

"Taste good?" the alchemist asked coolly. Sparrow eyed him suspiciously. She had expected something a little more...well…medicine like.

"Surprisingly, yes..." she responded.

"Ah, good. You never know how someone is going to react to banshee poison antidote," he took the vial away from her and placed it in a small sink in the back room they were in.

Sparrow reached up and touched her wounded arm. To her pleasant surprise she felt little pain. But...how peculiar it was that she could still feel her gash. Most healing potions, generally based off her experience, healed the drinker.

"Oh I forgot to tell you!" she looked back at the potion master as he clasped his long bony fingers together and smiled at her evilly. "The antidote just rids you of your poison..."

She blinked at him in confusion. "What are you saying?" she asked.

He snickered. "To heal a banshee wound that is poisoned, you must first get rid of the poison, and then use a very particular type of healing potion..." he paused for a moment, letting her look of confusion turn to annoyance, "But lucky for you, you're standing with the only man in Bloodstone that knows how to brew one."

"I should have known..." she murmured.

"I will gladly brew you up that potion after the party. But only if you do as I say."

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Sparrow, Hero of Bowerstone, one of the most powerful warriors Ablion had ever seen, was embarrassingly latched onto the arm of one of the most egotistical, self absorbed man she had ever come in contact with. And she was in a dress. A dress! The girl who worked in the Spire for ten (count'em!) ten years was in some raunchy little piece of clothing all for what? A potion?

Bah! She was shot and then thrown out of a bloody castle tower when she was a child and survived! Why in God's name did she need a potion for a little cut? What was she now? A pansy? A girl? A—

"Little professional lovin' for ya tonight, Eric?" a sweet voice broke into Sparrow's internal rant and brought her back to reality.

The alchemist snickered. "Not tonight, Claire," he said as him and Sparrow passed a whore on the corner as they made their way up to Bloodstone Manor. He jerked Sparrow closer to his side, bumping into her wounded arm.

The pain shot up and into her head, instantly giving her a pounding headache. She stifled a hiss and gritted her teeth. He could have at least helped her rewrap her bandages before this damned thing! She felt beads of sweat trickle down the back of her neck and down her exposed back.

She was wearing a darling dress that the potion master had, surprisingly and slightly disturbingly, in his closet. It was midnight black with a beautiful blood red sheen to it, long red elbow gloves, and fancy black heels that Poppy had handed over for a mere 50 gold. Her hair was wrapped tightly up and pinned to her head in some fancy style that she had never seen before.

"Don't you just look lovely," Eric whispered with a nasty smile. Sparrow gave him a warning glare, daring him to try any funny business on her. Her brilliant blue eyes turned icy, and he looked away with a sleazy grin stretched over his face.

"Eric!" a man shouted as the mismatched couple entered the beautifully decorated courtyard of the manor. He stood on the steps of the manor, ushering for Eric and his date to cut in front of the other party goers waiting in a long line.

"Who is that?" Sparrow heard as the potion master lead her up. "She looks so familiar!"

"Pro'lly one o' the new workin' girls," another whispered.

"Reaver ain't gonna like this."

"Pro'lly already had a go at her," one snickered. "She's jus' tryin to get back in ta see 'em."

"He's a amazin' lover, unlike you, ya dirty bastard."

"Glad to see ya, mate!" the man said as Eric and Sparrow approached him.

"Norman!" Eric exclaimed, and the men shook hands.

"You got business with Reavah tonight, I see," Norman said as he looked over the Heroine, eyeing her tight dress and heavy make-up. "He's in the back. Be out in a lil' bit, once the party heats up."

Eric thanked him, they shook hands again, and Sparrow was jerked inside. People were everywhere, sitting in every chair, leaning against all open spots of the walls, relaxing on the steps. There was hardly any room for the two to move around. Barely clad barmaids wondered around with large trays, offering drinks to the people when their glasses of booze were beginning to get dry.

"You know the deal," the potion master whispered harshly into her ear.

Suddenly the room got quiet, and everyone turned to the door leading into the back of the first floor. Sparrow stood up on her tip toes, trying to look over the shoulders and heads of those blocking her view. A few girls next to her started to whisper and giggle excitedly.

"Well, "came a smooth voice, "helloo there." Through the crowd the Heroine saw a flash of gold and red appear from behind the door. "Always a nice surprise to have company."