House Avalon

[Erik]

Erik smiles, both at the quality of food and the staff. He swallows his current mouthful, and leans in toward the girl for a kiss.

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Dacey cupped his cheek with one hand and kissed him warmly.

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dkshideler said:

Flea gave Lettie a hurt look. "Not anymore!" He said, almost indignant. "Though I used to be. But even then I did okay for myself... But I'm even better now." He puffs out his chest proudly.

Lettie snorted. "What do you do, boy? Sell milk to the housewives every morning?"

[Erik]

"Yes, certainly know how to treat your clientèle." Erik whispers as he breaks the kiss, and then dives right back in. He then picks the girl up, turns her around, and pushes her dress up before setting her down so that she's now straddling him.

[The Flint]

"I'm a man-servant!" Flea says, proudly. "I run messages... and I... uhm... answer the door, and some times I have to do cleaning." He wrinkles his nose unhappily at the thought of cleaning. "But its easier than rat-catching, so I don't mind at all. Pays better too!"

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Dacey gasped and giggled. "My lord!" She squirmed on his lap, trying to cover her bare legs.

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Lettie grinned. "All right, little laddie, I won't ask anymore questions. I know what that's all about."

She raised an eyebrow when she saw Dacey and the reaver lord. Other guests were glancing around too. Lettie smiled and rolled her eyes.

[Erik]

"Yes, my lady?" He grabs her hands and holds them at her sides. "Maybe best I go with the 'throw you over my shoulder and find a bed' plan, eh?"

[The Flint]

A small little brown head pokes out above Flea's collar. "Stop it." He says, to the creature, pushing on its nose. It squeaks and struggles to escape, but Flea pinches it behind the head, and pulls it out of his tunic. A small brown ferret hangs limply, as Flea puts it on the table.

"Sorry. She's not fully trained yet. so some times she gets squirmy."

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Dacey was blushing. "Maybe," she whispered coyly.

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"Did you get that from the river, boy?" Lettie wrinkled her nose. "Don't let everyone see it, boy, these folks get squeamish."

[Erik]

"Maybe can mean a lot of things, girlie." Erik whispers in between kisses, "And I'd really prefer it not be no."

[The Flint]

"it's a ferret! They don't live in rivers." He tucks it away again, but looks hurt that the nice barmaid wasn't impressed. "Has this place ever had a good ferreting? I bet it hasn't. Little Sandy could probably find a whole host of rats if she wanted to. She's not my best either, but she'd do the job right quick."

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Dacey kissed him, red ringlets tumbling over his face. It was a deep kiss. "What does that sound like?" Dacey whispered. "A no?"

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Lettie squinted down at Flea. "Some of them con artists tried to rent his dog to us once, to get ride of rodents. But the dog was trained to to fetch shiny things - like gold and silver."

[Erik]

"It certainly does not." Erik grabs Dacey by the waist and lifts her gently over his shoulder, gets up, and walks to the bar. He says to Lettie, "If you could direct me to the nearest bed, I'd be much obliged."

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Lettie tells Flea to wait, and then smirks at the pair of them and ushers them as discreetly as possible into a ground-floor bedroom. She closes the door and returns to Flea.

"If your ferret is honest, I'll pay you to clean up the place of rats."

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Once they were alone in the bedroom, Erik saw that Dacey was grinning at being flung over his shoulder.

[The Flint]

Flea laughed, a light, airy, and rare enough sound. "Never send a hound to do a ferret's job milady. For another cup of that nice cider, I'll do the whole house up right." He smiles. "But best to wait till the other customers are not looking."