A Fine Line Runs Through Seville
By the Hippy Gypsy (with the assistance of Avena)
Chapter 2: In Andalucia Square
A city in the region of Andalucia became their destination after a few days of travel. The town was alive the afternoon they had arrived. Though small it was still quite bustling. The early summer made the air warm and people flowed on the streets easily. Well, everyone but Tulio and Miguel.
The two stood in the square of a church, holding their map out, upside down, though this was unbeknownst to them.
"This map's broken," Miguel stated.
"How can a map break?" Tulio retorted.
"I don't know, but it did."
There was no getting around it. Tulio merely shook his head and took the map. He tore it into six different pieces, then threw them into the air. "There," he said smugly. "Problem solved. No more map."
"Just as well. Maps always brought odd luck for us anyways."
Tulio nodded.
"So where are we heading?"
"Absolutely no clue." Tulio ran a hand through his jet black hair and pointed off down the main road. "C'mon. Let's at least find an inn before anything. I think there's one in the tavern this way."
The two men set off down the street, but they never made it very far. They found that a large crowd of people had gathered to watch something. They were almost blocking the road completely, and the group became unaware of the others trying to get around them. A good amount of yelling was coming from the center of it all.
"What in the world?" Miguel said under his breath, but Tulio merely shrugged his shoulders.
They moved further into the crowd, only to get a closer look at the action. It turned out to be more than they had bargained for.
"Well excuse me senorita rojo!"
The whole of the excitement centered around two woman in a heated argument. A thin brunette with her hair tied back was standing across the way from a tall redhead, with a slight Irish accent. The brunette, who was definitely Spanish, pointed to the redhead and continued with her insult. "I wasn't aware I was the one who was supposed to watch where I was going. I suppose it's only accidental that you were born so clumsy!"
The redhead took the offense and the crowd waited for her retort. Miguel merely tilted his head to the side and mumbled, "She's cute." Tulio was far too interested in the argument to respond.
The redhead stepped forward. "O no!" she jeered. "The clumsiness developed overtime. Save for you who was born with a permanently pissed face!"
The brunette's eyes went wide with insult, and the crowd chuckled. The redhead relaxed triumphant in her attack. But a moment after she had let everything absorb, the brunette stepped up until they were a foot apart. The crowd merely waited with baited breath.
"Well," she said in a deadly whisper. "If you must insist on being such a zorra-" Here she gave the redhead a quick slap with the back of her hand, and the crowd sucked in it's breath. "Hasta manana."
The redhead grabbed her cheek, and in the next moment. "Why you-" She stepped back and shoved the brunette as hard as she could.
The brunette, who was of medium build, easily went flying, and she just happened to fall into a large man who looked as if he was rolling in the dinero. Tulio raised an eyebrow as he watched her, and sure enough, he just happened to see the right hand movements.
He gave a sly smile and a deep chuckle.
Miguel looked up. "What is it?"
"She just robbed him. It's a scam."
Miguel raised an eyebrow and looked back to the crowd. "He…she…who?"
"The brunette. When she fell into him, she lifted his purse."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course I am," Tulio replied. "I invented that move. We have a little thief on our hands."
They turned back to the crowd as the rich man was kindly helping the brunette to her feet, completely unaware of the fact that she had just robbed him. "Oh thank you dear sir," the brunette egged on, his purse somewhere out of site and in her own possession. "Please allow me to finish what I started," she proclaimed. Then all at once, the two girls made a lunge for each other's throats.
"I KILL YOU DEAD!"
"IN THE FACE!"
But before either one of them could get close, people jumped in from every which way and held them back. Finally the redhead allowed herself to be steered in the other direction, yelling back over her shoulder, "Just as well! I don't deal with inbreeds!"
The brunette merely shook her fist over her head and went on in a long string of Spanish swears and insults.
"Well, that was certainly interesting," Miguel said with his eyebrows raised.
Tulio merely chuckled under his breath. "Interesting nothing. I'll bet you a hundred pesetas that they're working together."
"You seem so sure."
"I'm positive. Follow the Irish woman. I'll follow senorita hot-head and see what I can come up with."
"Fine," Miguel replied, unsure about how to feel about the idea of following a woman who was already fired up and could certainly hold her own. Besides the fact, Miguel knew never to mess with a mad Irishwoman.
Tulio didn't pay any attention. He was already weaving through the crowd to get after the Spanish brunette and see just what her game was.
