Intoxication
by Nilathiel
Ireth glowered at the merchant, gray eyes gleaming in anger.
"What do you mean you will not sell me potions with discount?"
The merchant raised her an eyebrow, puffing at his pipe before speaking up.
"I vend potions. I don't buy them for people. You'd have to compromise with my prices before I let you buy."
The huntress gnawed at the piece of root in her mouth angrily and took the merchant by the collar.
"I've just come back from Aldebaran. I'm in desperate need for heals. Give me the potions and I'll pay you."
"No," came the indignant answer.
She slammed the merchant against the wall angrily, gleaming eyes set upon him.
"Will you?" she spat.
The man's pipe fell from his mouth, landing on the ground with a sound click.
"Alright! Alright! 35 zenies per bottle!!!" he cried, trying to wrench himself from the huntress' grasp.
Soon, he found himself falling, rejoining his cherished pipe on the ground. He cringed as he strove to look at the huntress.
"Give me a hundred." she muttered, smoothing her clothes slightly.
"Wasn't that a little too harsh? Your treatment of the merchant I mean?" Creed spoke, removing his katar from his hand.
Ireth was seated upon the grass, downing her third red potion. Her bow lay beside her and a quiver by her feet.
"I wasn't harsh. I was just direct to the point." she muttered, throwing the empty bottle next to her feet.
Creed grimaced and sat right across her. The huntress sat indignantly infront of him, and he could swear he could se her underwear from where he sat. He shook his head.
A fourth empty bottle rolled its way to his feet.
"If that blasted Baphomet Jr. hadn't come up from behind, I would've gotten it's brother as a pet. Damn it!!!"
And a fifth.
"I'm running out of zeny too! All of money's invested in... hic! arrows, traps and flywings!"
And a sixth.
"Why are you looking at me?! I'm not hic drunk! Go mind your own business!"
Upon the twentieth bottle...
"My momma always said, life is like a box of chocolates. Ya never know whatcha gonna get."
The assassin found himself amused at the huntress' drunken antics. Her platinum hair was an absolute contrast to the red color on her cheeks.]
"Really, Ireth. You're going to finish all those potions?" he smirked, raising her an eyebrow.
His statement was answered by an arrow whizzing past his ear, nearly clipping it.
"Do you mock me?" Ireth spoke, her eyes narrowed.
"I was only stating a question." he smiled.
He was planning on trying to calm her down. But then he only succeeded to agitate her. Forgive me, Ireth. Only this can subdue you without you getting hurt.
He cloaked himself and came up to her. As a reaction, Ireth had shot arrows in every direction. He dodged them swiftly and smirked, still hidden.
The sound of clanking bottles echoed in the air. Ireth found her footing unstable and her vision blurry. But all sensation seemed to fade when she felt a pair of lips brush against hers.
In an instant, the assassin materialized in front of her, lips locked with hers. Ireth stiffened, gray eyes opened wide. When Creed pulled away, he whispered an apology.
"Ireth?"
No response.
Ireth's limp body fell against his arms, surprising him of the light weight the huntress bore in her form.
"Foolish girl." he laughed softly, shaking his head.
With a soft sigh of relief, he planted a gentle kiss on her lips and carried her back into town.
by Nilathiel
Ireth glowered at the merchant, gray eyes gleaming in anger.
"What do you mean you will not sell me potions with discount?"
The merchant raised her an eyebrow, puffing at his pipe before speaking up.
"I vend potions. I don't buy them for people. You'd have to compromise with my prices before I let you buy."
The huntress gnawed at the piece of root in her mouth angrily and took the merchant by the collar.
"I've just come back from Aldebaran. I'm in desperate need for heals. Give me the potions and I'll pay you."
"No," came the indignant answer.
She slammed the merchant against the wall angrily, gleaming eyes set upon him.
"Will you?" she spat.
The man's pipe fell from his mouth, landing on the ground with a sound click.
"Alright! Alright! 35 zenies per bottle!!!" he cried, trying to wrench himself from the huntress' grasp.
Soon, he found himself falling, rejoining his cherished pipe on the ground. He cringed as he strove to look at the huntress.
"Give me a hundred." she muttered, smoothing her clothes slightly.
"Wasn't that a little too harsh? Your treatment of the merchant I mean?" Creed spoke, removing his katar from his hand.
Ireth was seated upon the grass, downing her third red potion. Her bow lay beside her and a quiver by her feet.
"I wasn't harsh. I was just direct to the point." she muttered, throwing the empty bottle next to her feet.
Creed grimaced and sat right across her. The huntress sat indignantly infront of him, and he could swear he could se her underwear from where he sat. He shook his head.
A fourth empty bottle rolled its way to his feet.
"If that blasted Baphomet Jr. hadn't come up from behind, I would've gotten it's brother as a pet. Damn it!!!"
And a fifth.
"I'm running out of zeny too! All of money's invested in... hic! arrows, traps and flywings!"
And a sixth.
"Why are you looking at me?! I'm not hic drunk! Go mind your own business!"
Upon the twentieth bottle...
"My momma always said, life is like a box of chocolates. Ya never know whatcha gonna get."
The assassin found himself amused at the huntress' drunken antics. Her platinum hair was an absolute contrast to the red color on her cheeks.]
"Really, Ireth. You're going to finish all those potions?" he smirked, raising her an eyebrow.
His statement was answered by an arrow whizzing past his ear, nearly clipping it.
"Do you mock me?" Ireth spoke, her eyes narrowed.
"I was only stating a question." he smiled.
He was planning on trying to calm her down. But then he only succeeded to agitate her. Forgive me, Ireth. Only this can subdue you without you getting hurt.
He cloaked himself and came up to her. As a reaction, Ireth had shot arrows in every direction. He dodged them swiftly and smirked, still hidden.
The sound of clanking bottles echoed in the air. Ireth found her footing unstable and her vision blurry. But all sensation seemed to fade when she felt a pair of lips brush against hers.
In an instant, the assassin materialized in front of her, lips locked with hers. Ireth stiffened, gray eyes opened wide. When Creed pulled away, he whispered an apology.
"Ireth?"
No response.
Ireth's limp body fell against his arms, surprising him of the light weight the huntress bore in her form.
"Foolish girl." he laughed softly, shaking his head.
With a soft sigh of relief, he planted a gentle kiss on her lips and carried her back into town.