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A.N. OK, this is my second fic. Go me! Right now I'm listening to Fuel. Luvly luvly band. So this is my first stab at a Tamora Pierce fic. It's set somewhere after Trickster's Choice. For wondering minds, I did get Puck's name from good old Billy Shakespeare's A Midsummer's Night Dream….Which I recently preformed in…although I was Demetruis. It's so confusing. AMSND you think it's the story about Bottom and Titiana, and then it gives you Helena and Lysander. Although it's kind of ironic that the guy's name is Nick Bottom, and he gets turned into an ass. Oh, by the way, this story IS about a lesbian couple. If you're homophobic, please don't flame me. Just don't read it. Thanks, Twilight
~*~*~*~*~*~* Puck, The Queen of Thieves.
George Cooper walked purposely into The Dancing Dove. He wanted to see a friend of his. Not hiding his appearance, he called out to various people in the busy pub. Walking with an authortive air he made his way to the table by the fireplace. Sitting in the 'throne' chair of thieves sat a young woman, in her late teens. The girl's short shaggy hair masked her eyes as she leaned in to deal a hand of poker. Hanging from her ears were two large silver hoops. She wore a midriff showing camisole and worn breeches with shredded hems. Her feet were in heavy black boots placed sturdily on the wooden floor. The calloused hand that pushed her dirty blonde (as in the color) hair out of her face was adorned with many silver and gold bracelets and an arm cuff glowed in the candle light. Many necklaces were carelessly placed around her neck. Suddenly she spoke to George,
"George, you gonna stand there all day gawking, or are ye gonna come over here and say hello to a fellow royal?" she asked, looking up at him, revealing a pixyish looking face and beautiful gold-green eyes. George grinned and pulled up a chair next to her.
"Not a royal anymore, Puck. I believe the previous Lord took that title from me and you from him." Puck, the girl, grinned. She nodded.
"That I did." She said. George smiled at her. Pixyish she looked and acted in the same way. She made a very good thief. Smart, cunning, mischievous, and teasing, she practically charmed money out of people's pockets. Placing her head on her hand, Puck smiled back. Catching sight of something on her shoulder, George suddenly frowned and traced the outline of it with his finger.
"When, and why, in seven hells did you get this?" he asked. Puck looked down at the snake tattoo curving around her left shoulder and down her forearm. She shrugged with a careless smile.
"Cause I wanted to. It hurt like hell the first couple weeks but now its fine." George started to respond chidingly when Puck cut him off. She held up a pocket watch. "This is pretty. Alanna give it to you? Or did pretty Ali?" George gaped for a second. He hadn't seen, let alone felt, Puck pinch the watch from his pocket. However he quickly recovered. He mock-glared at her.
"Puck…" he growled at her. The pretty girl shrugged.
"I wasn't gonna keep it. Listen, George I don't need a lecture. I'm my own woman. I do what I want. I don't need to be scolded like a child. Ok?" she asked. He nodded, and took the watch back. Abruptly they were interrupted by a very drunken man staggering into their table. He slammed a pouch of money on the table.
"How much for a night, girl?" he slurred. Suddenly the bar got really quiet. George closed his eyes for a second, and then opened them to see how Puck took this 'offer'. To everybody's amazement, she grinned. She stood and put an arm around the man's shoulders.
"You're new about here aren't you?" The man nodded sluggishly. Puck, still grinning, nodded reassuringly.
"Then please, le me fill you in on some things. One, I'm not a whore. Two, I'm the 'Queen' of thieves. Three, well, I'm just not attracted to men. I go for women dontcha see. Sorry, chap." As she said this she steered the man towards the door.
"Are you staying here?" she asked. The man nodded. She led him towards the stairs. "Well, then I think you've had quite too much to drink. Don't you think so lads?" she asked the thieves in the bar.
They let out a resounding 'Yes!'
Smiling, Puck patted the drunk on the shoulder. "I think it's time ye went to bed."
The man, entranced by her words, nodded again and blundered up the stairs. George shook his head, laughing. Puck had obviously gotten used to those kinds of offers and had gotten better at refusing them.
One memorable incident involved one of those offers, a broken nose, three broken fingers and a couple of ribs, and that was just what Puck had done to the guy. She had gotten off with a crescent moon shaped scar that ran from her navel to her inner thigh on her right leg.
Puck sauntered back to her seat by the fireplace. George grinned at her.
"You've gotten better at handling those situations, lass." Puck grinned, and puffed out her chest proudly.
"I always have." She said. George raised an eyebrow. He poked the spot where her scar began on her stomach. Puck rolled her eyes. "That was just one time where I lost my temper a bit." George snorted at 'a bit'.
"'A bit' meaning breaking six bones?" he asked. She rolled her eyes.
"It was five bones. Two rib and three fingers. I just dislocated the cartilage in his nose." George shook his head. He lifted his beer, which he had ordered during the excitement, in a surrendering way. Puck lifted her own mug of rum and clinked it to his.
"Cheers," they said to one another, and downed the alcohol. They had quite a bit to catch up on, and the night was wasting away.
A.N. ok guys, what do you think? Good for the first chapter? Kewl. In the next chapter, I'll introduce Bianca. Ok? Good. Now scroll down and push that lovely purple button and REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!! Thnx, Twilight