Captain Lass Au Dame was popular with her crew. She rewarded them generously with a good share from any raids. Whether they were on rebel ships, or from other ventures.
She leaned into the clichés, when in port she was giggly and girly. An act that entertained her crew. But, in certain harbours, her reputation was known, and she was feared and respected.
Sitting in 'The Doxie's Head', the graphic sign hanging outside the tavern was lewd and beyond suggestive. The giggly façade toned down for this place. It would draw more attention than she wanted, and would fit. It was just too sleazy a bar, for an innocent to wander into.
As a drinking place, it wasn't a place where women were welcomed... Well, not as customers. The few women who worked there, were kept upstairs fulfilling their roles as 'private entertainers'.
The sounds still reaching downstairs, the cries too loud, too enthusiastic to be genuine. The 'Damn Captain' hid her smile behind a beer.
Wiping away, a foamy moustache, she let loose a belch. In an instant, her dagger was drawn. An unwise pickpocket found his wrist gashed.
"Some roses have thorns." Lass warned, with a smile. Kicking the chair opposite into his path. The pickpocket crashed over it, one hand around his opposite wrist. Blood seeping between his fingers.
There were scattered bursts of laughter, Lass wasn't known in this bar. The pickpocket dismissed as an unwise pervert groping too widely, and unwisely.
The pickpocket rose quickly, but unsteadily sending an arc of crimson beads flying into the air.
"I hope this isn't an inopportune time." The man said, as he picked up the toppled chair, and sat down beside Lass.
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