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The Desert Rose Bordello - Tindome - 01-25-2015
It was a little disappointing when Cashmere drew away from him, but he wasn't about to complain. He'd already gotten more than he'd expected. Didn't want to be pushy. Didn't want her getting sick of him, if there was a chance he could have her again the next night. It'd been nice, having her all relaxed against him, cozy as a kitten. Might be nice to have that again.
And the sex. That'd be nice, too.
Faris grunted his assent and understanding, slowly sitting upright. He stretched out his arms, watched while she dressed herself; it was nice to watch, even if the end result was that she was wearing clothes. She seemed anxious. He didn't know why. Maybe she knew something he didn't.
He stood up, rolled his shoulders to stand straighter, and made no move to get dressed despite her having done so. "S'fine," he said, brushing a hand along her forehead so that her hair was out of the way when he pressed his lips to her skin. "I'll be out of your room soon," he added, because he knew better than to think a lay would make her any happier about him overstaying his welcome.
"Might get a drink before I leave," he said, which could have been a threat or a promise depending on how amenable she was to seeing more of him. Useful information, either way.
And the sex. That'd be nice, too.
Faris grunted his assent and understanding, slowly sitting upright. He stretched out his arms, watched while she dressed herself; it was nice to watch, even if the end result was that she was wearing clothes. She seemed anxious. He didn't know why. Maybe she knew something he didn't.
He stood up, rolled his shoulders to stand straighter, and made no move to get dressed despite her having done so. "S'fine," he said, brushing a hand along her forehead so that her hair was out of the way when he pressed his lips to her skin. "I'll be out of your room soon," he added, because he knew better than to think a lay would make her any happier about him overstaying his welcome.
"Might get a drink before I leave," he said, which could have been a threat or a promise depending on how amenable she was to seeing more of him. Useful information, either way.
The Desert Rose Bordello - megs - 04-25-2015
Warm lips managed to leave a cool tingle across her skin. The way she looked up at him was mostly in surprise, verging on confusion as her brow knitted. Hazel eyes skimmed over his features.
"Oh, that's… well, what I mean," she pulled her hands from her pockets and gestured vaguely. She was trying, and likely failing, to not sound awkward or desperate. She avoided eye contact as she backed up towards the door. "Just. There's no rush. Unless you're in a rush, then I guess there kind of is." Words fell out of her mouth, seemingly without permission. Her voice filling the space between them was a noticeable contrast against the way Faris hardly spoke at all.
"Okay. Well, I am going to go." She pushed out between clenched teeth, hoping the dental prison would keep any unnecessary words at bay. "See you down there? Maybe." She turned, opened the door and disappeared into the hall in one fluid, and hurried motion. Her power-walk turned into a jog by the time she reached the stairs. She descended the steps two at time, which was ill-advised given the ever present effects of gravity. Her impractical shoe slipped over the edge of the third to last step, and she was dropped to her ass with a yelp that was hard to ignore. Denim skated over oak until she was presented, quite unceremoniously, to the main floor and the trio that occupied the bar.
She didn't remain sprawled on the polished wood for very long, popping up at lightening speed, as if that would give the girls less time to giggle over her. Kismet and Vegas would probably already have words about her disappearing up the stairs shortly after Faris.
It was also not her preferred method of introducing herself to a new face, and potential patron.
"Ladies," she enunciates; an authoritative tone ruined by a crimson blush as she adjusted her clothing, before nodding to the stranger. Her no-nonsense ponytail was nowhere to be seen. "Everything fine down here?"
The Desert Rose Bordello - megs - 08-11-2015
"You always know how to make an entrance, Cashmere." Rich laughter followed the smoky-toned statement from a corner booth and Cashmere turned her head to frown at the speaker.
Poppy sat alone, dealing hands of blackjack mindlessly atop the table. It was the game she was in charge of, after all, and she liked to keep her hands busy. Even if she was not. Poppy was, at first glance, comprised entirely of curls. Wild, dark things that bounced whenever she moved. But she was also bronze skin, and coffee eyes. She was curves that were barely contained by the white cotton dress she wore.
"Especially in front of company," she continued, watching as Cashmere turned bright red before both women turned their gazes on Niyol. Cashmere looked away from him first, but she also huffed and moved to the other side of the bar. Poppy continued to study him from her perch. The beads and bangles that decorated her arms clashed together as she pushed all of her cards into a pile.
She finally allowed her gaze to flicker away, as a smile that said nothing and everything pulled at the corners of her mouth. Fingers worked the cards into an orderly pile. The two other women at the bar were mostly ignored. Not so much out of animosity. Teasing Cashmere until she turned pink was easier, and much more fun. It was believably difficult to embarrass a prostitute.
Poppy had been present the entire time. But she was good at being unobtrusive and observant, which was an unusual thing for a whore. She had watched Cashmere's exchange, and subsequent disappearance. She had also watched Alder whisk away the adorable Native girl, and she wondered if the annoyance the girl's chaperone thought he was hiding was because Alder was so very large, and blonde, or if it was because he was so expensive.
Much like Vegas and Kismet, Poppy was not desperate for attentions. That aside she liked to see men come to her. She quietly hummed a complacent tune, as she went about dealing her cards again.
Poppy sat alone, dealing hands of blackjack mindlessly atop the table. It was the game she was in charge of, after all, and she liked to keep her hands busy. Even if she was not. Poppy was, at first glance, comprised entirely of curls. Wild, dark things that bounced whenever she moved. But she was also bronze skin, and coffee eyes. She was curves that were barely contained by the white cotton dress she wore.
"Especially in front of company," she continued, watching as Cashmere turned bright red before both women turned their gazes on Niyol. Cashmere looked away from him first, but she also huffed and moved to the other side of the bar. Poppy continued to study him from her perch. The beads and bangles that decorated her arms clashed together as she pushed all of her cards into a pile.
She finally allowed her gaze to flicker away, as a smile that said nothing and everything pulled at the corners of her mouth. Fingers worked the cards into an orderly pile. The two other women at the bar were mostly ignored. Not so much out of animosity. Teasing Cashmere until she turned pink was easier, and much more fun. It was believably difficult to embarrass a prostitute.
Poppy had been present the entire time. But she was good at being unobtrusive and observant, which was an unusual thing for a whore. She had watched Cashmere's exchange, and subsequent disappearance. She had also watched Alder whisk away the adorable Native girl, and she wondered if the annoyance the girl's chaperone thought he was hiding was because Alder was so very large, and blonde, or if it was because he was so expensive.
Much like Vegas and Kismet, Poppy was not desperate for attentions. That aside she liked to see men come to her. She quietly hummed a complacent tune, as she went about dealing her cards again.
The Desert Rose Bordello - Tindome - 08-11-2015
The familiar sound of someone falling down stairs almost had him off his barstool, but when he saw the redhead, he grinned instead. It was second nature to have assumed it was his sister, but he had no interest in helping this woman to her feet. Clearly not a whore, and wouldn't be his type if she was. The whores here made their own deals, so being nice to anyone he didn't want to fuck was hardly going to get him any discounts. He nodded back to her, still amused, before his attention was drawn elsewhere.
Cards. Now that, he was interested in. He was better at poker than at blackjack, but it was not as if he'd ever been an unlucky sort of a man. The universe seemed as determined to spoil him as his sister was.
The dealer was easy on the eyes. But she didn't register the way the other ones had. She was not something pretty, something shiny for him to possess for so long as he could afford. Too much like one of the women from home for that. Though there were not many women at home with curls like those. More common further east, he thought, though he'd not traveled far or often enough to say for sure.
Still. He didn't miss the way she looked him over. She was mostly likely admiring his money, but that had never bothered him before. If it bothered him now, it was only because he still had no idea how much Mai's little adventure was going to cost them. She was attractive, though. Not in the way that he usually went for, and that made him feel a little more cautious than he otherwise might have been.
Fuck it.
He finished off his drink and meandered toward her table, as if he were not actually interested and did not have any particular goal in mind. But he did, eventually, lean against the edge of the table and watch her fingers work as she shuffled.
"What are the stakes?"
Cards. Now that, he was interested in. He was better at poker than at blackjack, but it was not as if he'd ever been an unlucky sort of a man. The universe seemed as determined to spoil him as his sister was.
The dealer was easy on the eyes. But she didn't register the way the other ones had. She was not something pretty, something shiny for him to possess for so long as he could afford. Too much like one of the women from home for that. Though there were not many women at home with curls like those. More common further east, he thought, though he'd not traveled far or often enough to say for sure.
Still. He didn't miss the way she looked him over. She was mostly likely admiring his money, but that had never bothered him before. If it bothered him now, it was only because he still had no idea how much Mai's little adventure was going to cost them. She was attractive, though. Not in the way that he usually went for, and that made him feel a little more cautious than he otherwise might have been.
Fuck it.
He finished off his drink and meandered toward her table, as if he were not actually interested and did not have any particular goal in mind. But he did, eventually, lean against the edge of the table and watch her fingers work as she shuffled.
"What are the stakes?"
RE: The Desert Rose Bordello - megs - 01-08-2016
Poppy was content not to watch Niyol as he approached, like she knew he eventually would, but that was not to say amusement did not curl at one corner of her mouth. She continued her shuffling as he leaned against the table, cards clapping noisily as they fell into a bridge. When he spoke her hands paused, and she tilted her head slightly to roll dark eyes upwards. She liked the look of him, that was certainly not in question. Easily possessing all the features to make someone pleasant to look at, but there was an arrogance about him that Poppy was not accustomed to dealing with. Sure, she'd been unwilling victim to waves of passing braggadocio, but his was different. He was not trying to impress, per se, he was just impressive.
"That depends," she replied, easy and casual. "Some play for time with me." She sounded dubious, as idle hands toyed with the cards, as if she didn't think he would be interested in her time. "A hand won is fifteen minutes gained, a hand lost is fifteen minutes lost. If you haven't won any of my time, you have to pay your losses by buying me a drink." Her gaze remained level on him as she spoke, and did not deviate to the simple tricks she initiated thoughtlessly.
"Those who are not interested in my time, but think they are particularly skilled at blackjack will play for drinks, or cigarettes, room and board…" she trailed off and ceased touching the cards to push curls behind her ear, they sprung forward instantly. "House loses on a tie," she continued, a glimpse of a pout indicated that she did not like that particular rule.
"A double down works as one would expect. Fifteen minutes turns to thirty, one shot turns into two, and so on," she waved a hand to indicate an 'et cetera' sort of motion. One brow perked upwards as that roguish curl reappeared. "Might as well do something while you wait, don't you think?"
RE: The Desert Rose Bordello - Tindome - 01-21-2016
He kept his lazy lean against the table, but his eyes left her hands to fix on her face as she detailed the stakes for him. He was free to let his eyes wander as he pleased; she was, after all, a whore. But there was still that unconscious bias tugging at the back of his mind, coaxing him to be respectful. Or, not respectful, exactly. He was never respectful. But this was more an idle flirtation than a negotiation, and so he was not assessing wares.
Her eyes were on him, anyway, and it felt like the sort of gaze he ought to meet. She was already in control of the situation, playing the part of the house; taking his eyes away felt a little too much like a surrender for his liking.
Not that any of this was clear to look at him, appearing languid and faintly amused about the whole affair. His face never broadcast his elaborate machinations, weighing costs and risks and benefits.
Her pout made him grin, a curl to match her own. His fingers drummed idly against wood, a faint sound of thoughtfulness. "Don't need a room," he mused, smile fading into contemplation. "Definitely don't need board. Pipe's full enough." Not that he wouldn't smoke a cigarette in a pinch, but he preferred the decadent wastefulness of his pipe, even if it was bad form. "Fifteen minutes with you," he said, "against a drink." It sounded like he was asking to confirm, but it wasn't really a question. This time his eyes did dip lower, if only briefly.
"Either you're selling yourself short," he decided, "or you're real sure you're going to win." He grinned again, all that winning charm shining through perfect teeth. "But if buying you a drink's what happens when I lose, I'll take those odds."
Her eyes were on him, anyway, and it felt like the sort of gaze he ought to meet. She was already in control of the situation, playing the part of the house; taking his eyes away felt a little too much like a surrender for his liking.
Not that any of this was clear to look at him, appearing languid and faintly amused about the whole affair. His face never broadcast his elaborate machinations, weighing costs and risks and benefits.
Her pout made him grin, a curl to match her own. His fingers drummed idly against wood, a faint sound of thoughtfulness. "Don't need a room," he mused, smile fading into contemplation. "Definitely don't need board. Pipe's full enough." Not that he wouldn't smoke a cigarette in a pinch, but he preferred the decadent wastefulness of his pipe, even if it was bad form. "Fifteen minutes with you," he said, "against a drink." It sounded like he was asking to confirm, but it wasn't really a question. This time his eyes did dip lower, if only briefly.
"Either you're selling yourself short," he decided, "or you're real sure you're going to win." He grinned again, all that winning charm shining through perfect teeth. "But if buying you a drink's what happens when I lose, I'll take those odds."