Chapter 2 folks, hope you like it. If you readers even exist. How do I know you even exist if you don't review. hint hint
CHAPTER 2 - Unsuspecting Prey
Allison stepped over the drunk passed out on the floor on her way to the bar. 'at least he's comfortable.' She glanced back at him, sprawled there on the floor, dreaming peacefully. 'What a horrible existence. To steal from others, just so that you can come here and drink yourself to sleep.' She picked up the mugs for the table in the back. Four men had just arrived and had seated themselves at the worst possible table. It was not visible from the bar, and you had to walk through the entire tavern to get there. Which made serving it quickly and efficiently almost impossible. These factors also made this table perfect for planning and conspiring. She walked up to the table and set the glasses down, while sizing up the occupants. Two men of large girth, too dangerous for her line of work. One medium sized man with dark brown hair and eyes, too sober for her, and the last man was smaller than the others.
This one caught her eye. He was smaller in build than the others, but still well muscled. He had a long hair which was sectioned off into dreadlocks and braids. Beads and coins were strewn throughout his long locks. Holding his hair out of his face was a battered red bandana which most certainly had seen better days. On top of all this was a tatty tricorner hat. It was his eyes that drew Allison in though. Dark brown, almost black, and rimmed with kohl. Deep penetrating eyes that looked into your soul. She shuddered and turned away.
Allison headed back for the bar. Once again stepping over the drunken man. 'at least I steal for a reason.' She looked back at the far table again. 'The smaller man would make a nice catch. I bet he's from the ship that pulled into port today.' She studied the man out of the corner of her eye.
"Allison!" The shout made Allison jump. It was Tirk, the owner of The Three Legged Pony.
"Go clean up the corner tables."
Allison headed over to the corner tables. These were near the back table and she had a pretty good view of her unsuspecting prey. 'Yes, I think he'll do nicely.'
"Hey Jack, that woman over there is giving you the eye." The brown haired man spoke to the smaller man.
"Aye Will, I saw her." Was the Jack's reply. Jack looked again at the barmaid out of the corner of his eye, and realized that she had stopped looking and was diligently scrubbing the table in front of her. Jack frowned. He had been hoping that she was more than just curious.