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Post by Horas on Sept 13, 2007 21:26:04 GMT -5
Quickjack swore. "Thirty dragons, for as long as I need it."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2007 21:31:25 GMT -5
"Sorry, my love, rules are rules. If you don't like it, go somewhere else, but I wager Captain Thorne-Up-Ass will be sniffing after you within five minutes. The gold cloaks have been crawling all over the city since Dane was arrested and the inn went up in flames. Thorne doesn't bother with most brothels though. And my clientele make sure this place stays open and safe. They like my girls. This is the most secret place you could hope to meet." Mally shrugged delicately. "It's your choice, Quickjack."
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Post by Horas on Sept 13, 2007 21:48:41 GMT -5
"Fuck. You're a persuasive little bitch," Quickjack says. "I'll pay your price if I need a place to meet. For now, though, why don't you introduce me to some of your friends?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2007 21:52:07 GMT -5
Mally smiled and beckoned over a lithe Dornish girl, with olive, satin-smooth skin and long dark hair. The girl giggled and slid into Quickjack's lap, her nimble fingers massaging him as she kissed his neck.
"She's forty dragons," Mally said amiably. "Don't scowl so - here, I'll give you some wine." She poured him a glass. "So who do you control now, besides the Bottom's Boys?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2007 11:22:57 GMT -5
When Quickjack and his men left, Mally wrote two copies of a letter and sent it off to two recipients.
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Post by sethgreyjoy on Sept 14, 2007 11:36:53 GMT -5
Mortimer Pyke entered the building in a flurry of movement. He seemed to be out of breath, and was sweating as if he had been running. He peeked out the window furtively, his heart pounding in his chest.
He finally relaxed enough to see where he was and was taken aback. At first. Then his shock turned into a smirk and he straightened his clothes and took a good look around.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2007 11:42:25 GMT -5
One of Mally's girls, a pretty, freckly fourteen-year old, sidled up to the ironborn and batted her lashes. "Has m'lord had a hard day?" she cooed.
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Post by sethgreyjoy on Sept 14, 2007 11:45:00 GMT -5
Mortimer looked nervous. "Trust me dear, harder than you know." He wiped his brow with the sleeve of his magenta shirt and frowned at the amount of residue on it.
"I must've run harder than I thought." He said to no one, not really paying much attention to the girl. He continued looking around the house, opening closets and the like. "Fascinating." He muttered.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2007 11:48:33 GMT -5
"Why are you opening those?" the girl giggled, pushing him gently down onto a chair. "Why don't you try opening this?" she played with the laces on her bodice.
"Who has Dacey found?" Mally appeared, smiling at the new customer. She did not recognize him from any of the gangs, but something about the way he was looking around made her think reaver. "What bring my lord to King's Landing?"
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Post by sethgreyjoy on Sept 14, 2007 11:51:35 GMT -5
Mortimer laughed. "What brings miLady to the conclusion of me being a Lord?" He looked back at the girl in front of him. "I was just looking for a place to hide, for the moment, but Dacey here decided it would be most hospitable to remove her clothes. It must get hot in here, working all day as most of the women seem to be disrobing." He was quick to smile at his own joke.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2007 11:55:38 GMT -5
"If it's hot in here, we make it so," Mally smiled at him, taking in his flamboyant dress and theatrical gestures. "If your tastes run differently, however, I can accomodate them easily. But now you must tell me who you are. I hate not knowing my customers." She winked at him. "You will, won't you love? But time enough for that later. First, you must have a drink with me." She led him to a table.
OOC: I'll have to leave in a minute, but I'll be back in an hour and a half.
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Post by sethgreyjoy on Sept 14, 2007 11:59:44 GMT -5
Mortimer stood, the girl Dacey falling to the floor, as she had climbed further into the youth's lap during the exchange. "Sorry, dear, but your Lady would have me personally." He laughed and made his way to the table. "I'll take wine, if you have it, anything else if you don't."
He sat down and cracked his knuckles. "Well, most esteemed Lady of this establisment, I am Mortimer Pyke, bastard son of a thousand fathers. And you, I would be willing to wager, are Mally. No?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2007 12:33:45 GMT -5
"We do have wine." She poured him a glass of Dornish wine, her green eyes friendly but speculative.
"Yes, I am Mally. How did you guess?" Her eyes twinkled. "I'm trueborn, but only from peasant stock, I'm afraid. Still, peasant-made or highborn, I'm sure we will get along fine. You one of Lord Greyjoy's men, then? I thought the reaver had gone to the riverlands."
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Post by sethgreyjoy on Sept 14, 2007 12:51:10 GMT -5
"Haha, Greyjoy?" He answered. "No. I do have an unfortunate friendship with one of their ilk, but he had been a long time gone from their flock. Of course."
He smiled at the girl and answered her first question. "Why, when you frequent places of high-regard, you will always hear about their little...indiscretions. I have heard your name spoken in hushed whispers between conversing nobles and High-born Lords alike. It isn't hard to figure out who someone is when they command such a presence at such a young age."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2007 13:00:14 GMT -5
"Why, who have you been talking with?" Mally laughed. "I had no idea my house had reached such...high circles." That was a lie, but discretion was Mally's most prized attribute. "You are too kind to me, m'lord. I'm a humble commoner trying to make her way. But I confess, I have never had quite such a well-dressed gentleman in my house. I envy you your doublet. You say you're a friend of a Greyjoy? Did you pay the iron price for those clothes? If so, perhaps I can win them from you." Her eyes were mischievous, but curious.
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Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5
Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5