See Chapter 1 for the disclaimer and general info.

Writers: Me then Trace

Raith drunkenly considered the lock again, so far he'd done everything Nym had said, yet he still couldn't get it to open. He refused to use Craft to force it, beyond disarming the warning spell around it, no matter how much easier that would be and was using a couple of shaped wires to try and wiggle it open. Who'd known that lock picking had been in Nym's list of skills along with pick pocketing.

They had snuck about the Paradise Wild, Tacea's premiere cruise ship after the 'incident' Pruul, Raith snickered, and ended up in the harbour the ship was docked at. Which was lucky, seen as trying to drop off the Wind on to it no matter how big it was, and it was a big bloody boat, would have been fool hardy to say the least.
He wasn't sure why they had snuck on over just paying for the tickets, but he had a clear idea of why they were breaking into somebody's cabin. Smoke, alcohol and in Raith's case, a dunking, had left his shirt and trousers in a state and in the name of being disguised, from obviously 'being followed', he wanted some more.

Which led to the break in. He considered the lock once more and shrugged and lifting his foot just booted it. The door flew in, the cabin opened and Raith grinned at Kin.

"SEE, told you I could get us in without using Craft."

OK they needed more drinks.

Ten minuets later, after probably an amusing incident with a dress, the pair of them, in loudly patterned shirts and shorts grabbed seats at the ships bar.

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Kin stood there looking around, making sure the coast was clear so that Raith could unsuccessfully break into some poor unexpected person's cabin and steal their clothes. Hey, they had to fit in right?

This was worse than being with Cruzavar when he would pull one of his illegal stunts. For the shit that they were pulling tonight, they would end up on the Blocks in Raej in no time with Rings on their cocks and getting pumped up the ass by Xaviar Juliani knowing damn well if they were sold, everyone would hear about it and Juliani would be the type to take advantage of that situation.

"Hurry the fuck..." He turned in time to see Raith kick in the door and started giggling. "What the fuck. Good going moron." He shoved past him into the cabin, taking a long look around. "Well come on." He snapped at him as he threw back the closet door and groaned when he saw the fucked up island clothes.

"Are you fucking serious?" He looked back over at him, holding up a shirt that was very loud in pattern and looked like someone had been run down in it. "Yuck!" Turning back around to face the closet, he lost his balance and fell forward, disappearing into the closet and thumping loudly off the floor.

Ten minutes later he sat down at the bar, swinging around on a stool a few times, knocking shit off the bar and knocking some poor patron off his stool beside him with his wings.

"We want somefhing wiff lots of color, like these here shirts, and no fireworks in them pwease. We kinda had a problem wiff that earlier." He giggled and tipped to the left, almost joining the patron on the floor.

"Hey," He elbowed Raith and almost sent him flying off the stool, "Wonder if ..." He paused, making a face as he tried to figure out what the hell he was trying to say. "I's forgot." He slurred and started laughing.

Crimes so far: Drunk and disorderly, arson, stowing away, breaking and entering, stealing.