A small girl with dark hair covering her lonely face sat in the loud bar's
corner. She put her small cup of rum back down on the scratched table, and
shifted in the uncomfortable seat. Her gaze returned to the gaily singing
and dancing, obviously drunken man. She smiled, it was always this type
that she was drawn to the drunk, witty, and obnoxious, she herself was more
on the timid side. She watched him and a small group of men, drinking pales
of rum, and singing drinking songs that shed never heard, with lyrics your
mother would beat you for.
Jack, for that was the gay man, glanced in her direction, a grin on his face, and caught her light brown eyes, quickly she turned away -you can't see me you cant see me-she thought. But he had, and he swaggered over with another mug of rum. "Ello m'dear" he said in an odd drunken but good intentioned slur. She giggled and whispered a hello back. "S'all I get? No proper ello? Your speaking to Jack Sp-CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow." She looked up again, and smiled, he smirked back, "Ello" she said mocking him "and I am Tisera". "Sa luvly name" he said starting to woo her, maybe he would get some play tonight. She briefly turned a shade of maroon, and smiled saying "sure, but call me Sarah' ((said slightly Spanish accented, rolling the r and the a with an AH sound)) Her grin grew and she stood up, she was wearing a tight dark green bodice making her small supple breasts look much larger, and a black flowey skirt, underneath witch she wore a pair of tall worn leather boots, completely hidden from view. She looked over at his friends, who were at the time talking to a group of wench/waitresses she couldn't tell the difference, and smiled. Suddenly a rush of courage swept over her being, this was the move she could make to change her timid and unadventurous ways 'they wouldn't miss you would they?' She winked and took his hand. 'Hold on a moment" she crossed the loud and smoky bar, brushing against one of Jacks rum filled friends, and to a desk at the front. 'May I have a room sir?" she asked timidly, "name Lady?" he said gruffly pulling out a note book. "Tisera Santiago" He looked up and smiled "'ere, room 4, spic, that will be 13 pence" she gave him a look, dropped the money roughly on the table and grabbed the key. As she walked back through the crowed she noticed Jack back with his friends, smiling giggling, and much winking ass grabbing as see walked towards them. A slim dark one began making pelvic thrusts and she blushed and turned her head, her hand slowly creeping to jacks. It didn't take long before he got the idea, and glancing back at his friends with an "I got the magic stick" grin disappeared into the inn.
She handed the key and he fumbled with it, his calloused tan hands dropping them, she laughed at him and picked them up, shoving the brass key into the old spider lock and opening the door. Inside was a small double bed, a door to the bathroom, with a claw foot bathtub, and an old rickety chair and desk. On the desk was a small nub of a burning candle and three unused ones, the bed was covered in a simple red and blue quilt that could've used a wash and one sorry looking down pillow. She smiled, not sure what to do anymore, shed never done anything like this, inviting a stranger she met it a bar into a room, a drunken very sexy stranger at that. Suddenly she began having regrets, what could she do now? Tell him no, and be a tease? A prude? No, she couldn't do that, shed sealed her fate. While she was thinking in the doorway Jack put his arms around her waist and pushed her through the door, "cmon love" he said, his gold tooth flashing the light of the candle. He pulled her over to him, laying on the quilt, which smelled slightly of cinnamon. She brushed away her thoughts, what was she thinking? This is Jack Sparrow, talented outgoing pirate. She came to him. His rough hand brushed the side of her pale face and he looked into her eyes, his own full of want. His lips slightly grazed over hers, teasing her lips, she could feel his stubble brush against her cheek, and smell the odor of rum. He tightened his grip on her and kissed her, gently, then turned her over, now they were lying on the blue and red cinnamon quilt as he lay on top of her, in an kissing embrace. His goatee grazed along her neck, tickling the tender skin. She smiled and pulled him closer. "Jack" she said, just to say the wondrous name. "Meh Love" he replied as his hands began to graze her body. Her hands pulled off his vest, and roamed into his white tunic, rubbing his muscled and tan chest. He pulled away and began to fumble drunkenly (for as we remember he is) with her bodice, randomly pulling strings, and finally pulling a small knife from his pocket, and slicing through it. She was to intoxicated and happy to care that that was her best and only bodice left. She pulled him back, his head on her now bare chest, and she stroked his hair, wanting to kiss him again. She tried to movie him to kiss, nothing. She looked down. He was asleep, the stupid drunken bastard. She scoffed and pushed him off, what was she to expect though, he just spent a night out drinking with the mates, she grew angry at herself and him. She pushed him off the bed with a thunk, at contact he made a small noise, but he was out. ARGGHH she thought, and pulled back on her bodice, now realizing she had no top to leave with, and she had paid for the night, she slowly took of her boots, throwing them by the desk and slipped under the quilt, inhaling the cinnamon scent and went to bed, angry and unfulfilled.
Jack, for that was the gay man, glanced in her direction, a grin on his face, and caught her light brown eyes, quickly she turned away -you can't see me you cant see me-she thought. But he had, and he swaggered over with another mug of rum. "Ello m'dear" he said in an odd drunken but good intentioned slur. She giggled and whispered a hello back. "S'all I get? No proper ello? Your speaking to Jack Sp-CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow." She looked up again, and smiled, he smirked back, "Ello" she said mocking him "and I am Tisera". "Sa luvly name" he said starting to woo her, maybe he would get some play tonight. She briefly turned a shade of maroon, and smiled saying "sure, but call me Sarah' ((said slightly Spanish accented, rolling the r and the a with an AH sound)) Her grin grew and she stood up, she was wearing a tight dark green bodice making her small supple breasts look much larger, and a black flowey skirt, underneath witch she wore a pair of tall worn leather boots, completely hidden from view. She looked over at his friends, who were at the time talking to a group of wench/waitresses she couldn't tell the difference, and smiled. Suddenly a rush of courage swept over her being, this was the move she could make to change her timid and unadventurous ways 'they wouldn't miss you would they?' She winked and took his hand. 'Hold on a moment" she crossed the loud and smoky bar, brushing against one of Jacks rum filled friends, and to a desk at the front. 'May I have a room sir?" she asked timidly, "name Lady?" he said gruffly pulling out a note book. "Tisera Santiago" He looked up and smiled "'ere, room 4, spic, that will be 13 pence" she gave him a look, dropped the money roughly on the table and grabbed the key. As she walked back through the crowed she noticed Jack back with his friends, smiling giggling, and much winking ass grabbing as see walked towards them. A slim dark one began making pelvic thrusts and she blushed and turned her head, her hand slowly creeping to jacks. It didn't take long before he got the idea, and glancing back at his friends with an "I got the magic stick" grin disappeared into the inn.
She handed the key and he fumbled with it, his calloused tan hands dropping them, she laughed at him and picked them up, shoving the brass key into the old spider lock and opening the door. Inside was a small double bed, a door to the bathroom, with a claw foot bathtub, and an old rickety chair and desk. On the desk was a small nub of a burning candle and three unused ones, the bed was covered in a simple red and blue quilt that could've used a wash and one sorry looking down pillow. She smiled, not sure what to do anymore, shed never done anything like this, inviting a stranger she met it a bar into a room, a drunken very sexy stranger at that. Suddenly she began having regrets, what could she do now? Tell him no, and be a tease? A prude? No, she couldn't do that, shed sealed her fate. While she was thinking in the doorway Jack put his arms around her waist and pushed her through the door, "cmon love" he said, his gold tooth flashing the light of the candle. He pulled her over to him, laying on the quilt, which smelled slightly of cinnamon. She brushed away her thoughts, what was she thinking? This is Jack Sparrow, talented outgoing pirate. She came to him. His rough hand brushed the side of her pale face and he looked into her eyes, his own full of want. His lips slightly grazed over hers, teasing her lips, she could feel his stubble brush against her cheek, and smell the odor of rum. He tightened his grip on her and kissed her, gently, then turned her over, now they were lying on the blue and red cinnamon quilt as he lay on top of her, in an kissing embrace. His goatee grazed along her neck, tickling the tender skin. She smiled and pulled him closer. "Jack" she said, just to say the wondrous name. "Meh Love" he replied as his hands began to graze her body. Her hands pulled off his vest, and roamed into his white tunic, rubbing his muscled and tan chest. He pulled away and began to fumble drunkenly (for as we remember he is) with her bodice, randomly pulling strings, and finally pulling a small knife from his pocket, and slicing through it. She was to intoxicated and happy to care that that was her best and only bodice left. She pulled him back, his head on her now bare chest, and she stroked his hair, wanting to kiss him again. She tried to movie him to kiss, nothing. She looked down. He was asleep, the stupid drunken bastard. She scoffed and pushed him off, what was she to expect though, he just spent a night out drinking with the mates, she grew angry at herself and him. She pushed him off the bed with a thunk, at contact he made a small noise, but he was out. ARGGHH she thought, and pulled back on her bodice, now realizing she had no top to leave with, and she had paid for the night, she slowly took of her boots, throwing them by the desk and slipped under the quilt, inhaling the cinnamon scent and went to bed, angry and unfulfilled.