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Bowing to the crowd, Soibhan leapt down from the table as the room lit up into another song without her, one she found eerily beautiful for all it was being sung by drunken sailors. Ollie was swept into the crowd, but she sat down and noticed Rob staring at his empty mug.

As quickly as the crowd had loved her, they just as quickly forgot about her as she set down her violin. She would play for them again before the night was done, but the ale was making her head fuzzy and she had become entirely too warm. Slipping off her thicker outer shirt, she set it next to her instrument, glad for the cooler air on her now bare shoulders. This top was lined with fur but still less stifling than the other.

"More ale fer ya, Rob?" she asked loudly to be heard over the din, her accent growing thicker as she grew more intoxicated. Bold as can be with some liquor in her belly, she slid her chair over to sit next to him and prod his side with her elbow. "I got 'nother mug here fer ya. Gotta loosen ya up some!" Pointing to Ollie, Soibhan added, "See, he's 'avin' fun. Let's 'ave some fun, Rob!"

"Shall we make this a competition, lad?" She grabbed the last two mugs on the table and slid one in front of Rob, taking her own in hand. Holding it out to him, she waited to clink the mugs. "I'll be havin' that information from yer brother, but from you I be wantin' a smile. If I need ta drink ya under the table ta get it, I will!" Winking at him, she clinked her mug to his and tipped her head back to drink.

The roar of the crowd singing around her should have made her head pound, but she was already well on her way to under-the-table drunk. All she had to do was outlast Rob, than she could get her tale from Ollie. And maybe she would remember it come morning.

Was it safe to be so drunk surrounded by these drunken sailors? The thought came to her, but it was a mere whisper in her head as she swallowed the thick drink, the bitter taste dancing on her tongue. Will that a** from earlier come back and try to get his revenge? What if her captors really did come looking and found her here? She wouldn't be able to defend herself if she couldn't stand up straight.

But the whispers were quickly getting drowned out and she paid them no heed as she finished the mug, slamming it down to the table just like every other she'd had so far.

((This is getting quite tantalizing xD))

"Who's sayin' I can't win 'em?" she growled, giving him a challenging look and baring her teeth in a playful grin. At the mention of Ollie, she turned in her seat to look at the drunken man singing his lungs out, nearly falling off her chair if it hadn't been for Rob's hand on her elbow. Whipping back around, she leaned over him to grab the mug on his other side.

"If I didna know better, I'd say ya were flirtin' with me, Rob." She gave him a kiss on the cheek before downing another mug, pushing a matching one into his hand to remind him to drink his share. "I can only imagine what kinda tales we might sing..."

Offhandedly, she lifted her gaze and noticed a group of men watching them from across the room. Something seemed familiar about them, but her vision had become more blurry than she wanted to admit to herself. She couldn't let Rob win the drinking match. Blinking furiously, she looked towards the corner again, but the men were gone.

Turning back to Rob, she scooted herself up onto the tabletop in front of him, the better to focus on his blurry face. She really did want to see his smile, and missing it would be a travesty.

((LOL yes, yes they do XD))

Smiling suspiciously, she leaned forward and touched his cheek, turning him into her sudden kiss. It had been a drunken whim, but she enjoyed it, tasting the ale and salt on his lips. She liked to flirt, and whether he wanted to admit to flirting or not, she would take advantage of his advances, drunken or otherwise. When she pulled away, a smile tugged the corners of her mouth.

He was a very good kisser.

"Now how 'bout that smile, sweet Rob? Or do I have ta give even more for a turn o' that pretty mouth o' yours?"

If she wanted to be completely honest with herself, she wouldn't be opposed to a drunken tumble upstairs with Rob. In her land, people enjoyed life and all its pleasures without worry that someone would label them something cruel or look down on them. Already, she knew Sunderland was vastly different. Would Rob think less of her for her carnal thoughts?

There's was a commotion on the other side of the room, but her fuzzy head didn't register it as anything important, though her sober self would have.

"Don't make me beg for that smile," she said as she touched a finger to his lips.


((Would you be opposed to her captors showing up and causing problems?))

His smile lit up the room, though she seemed to be the only one that noticed it, which felt quite alright to her. She didn't even have a chance to respond before he was out of his chair and returning her kiss, surrounding her with his arms and filling her nose with his heady scent.

Soibhan made a small, happy noise, putting her hands around his neck, not realizing how much taller he stood than her until now. That tumble looked far more appealing the longer he kissed her and when they finally broke apart for air, she murmured, "Take me upstairs, Rob. I be wantin' that song now." The look she gave him was all hunger and couldn't be mistaken for anything else.

Though she felt lost in her own little, hazy world, something tickled the back of her mind an instant before the sound of breaking glass met her ears. Men started shouting, chairs getting flung aside as the bar erupted into a fight.

But that wasn't what stole her attention from sweet Rob and his smile. Whiskey eyes narrowed as a growl escaped her; there stood her captors, each one sporting a painful injury to their face(and other areas), staring at her from the corner of the room behind Rob's back.

A string of curses passed her lips and she wished she hadn't gone so overboard with the ale. She felt a sense of loss and regret.

So much for that song...

((UGH, I'M SORRY, SOIBHAN OTL ))

"Oh, but we do, lad. That little wench in yer arms is ours, and we've a mind to take her back. You see, she slipped her lead and ran away from us." The dirty, shoddy looking man touched a finger to the horrid bruise nearly swelling one eye shut. "I gotta make her pay fer this."

Another man, his face twisted in anger, stepped forward with a bloody bandage wrapped half-hazardly around his temple. "The b***h knocked me out cold! Dirty like, when I wasn't even lookin'. That's not fair." His gaze traveled up and down her as he licked his lips. "I've got a different way fer her to make amends though."

The vagabonds all joined into a chorus of agreement.

Soibhan sneered. "Ya stole me from my homeland. Ya planned ta sell me ta the highest bidder. I'm not yer horse, and ya can all go bugger yourselves til those pretty bruises I gave ya go away." She bared her teeth in a wolfish smile. "Unless ya be wantin' some more."

"I'll give you some bruises, foul woman!" The first man lunged, his four cronies following suit close behind. Soibhan reacted on instinct, pushing swiftly away from Rob, albeit reluctantly, and kicking upright with all her strength. Her booted foot connected with the underside of the man's jaw with a loud, wet crack. He dropped like a stone as another rushed her. She jumped up onto the bar with a hiss and threw a heavy glass tankard at him. It startled him but he was larger than his fallen companion and as the mug thunked harmlessly to the floor, he reached out and grabbed Soibhan's foot and yanked her viciously off the bar. Her head cracked against the tough wood, stars exploding in her vision, even as her hand went to the small of her back where a dagger lay hidden in her belt.

Her attacker ripped from her, she took a fraction of a second to try and shake the stars from her vision, but they stubbornly persisted even as she caught a double vision of a man, the leader of the group, sneaking up behind Rob with both hands folded into a double fist. With a war cry that rattled the bar, Soibhan launched herself at the lowlife, slamming her shoulder into his chest until his back hit the wall with a crash of falling mugs and decorative plates. Her dagger pressed deeply into his throat, not breaking the skin, but if he swallowed too hard, blood would spill.

The bar had grown eerily quiet; either they had captured everyone's attention, or the men all groaning and spread out on the floor had initially instigated the bar fight to cause a distraction.

"Doona be tryin' that again, scum, or ya won't be gettin' a warnin' next time," she growled, pressing the tip of the dagger deep enough to draw a small pinprick of blood. It trickled slowly down his quivering throat.

Other men gathered around them, but these had eyes only for the miscreants on the floor. It seemed that no one had any pity for the doubly wounded men, and in fact, a few dove in to drag them bodily up from the floor.

"If ya come fer me again, or fer either of these men, hell hath no fury compared to a Breanainn threatened. I'll be givin' ya a big, red smile." She clicked her teeth together before pushing him into the wall a second time, stepping back from him with a curl of her lip. Men swarmed in and grabbed him.

She turned to Ollie and Rob, grateful that they were unhurt and that the brothers had come to her rescue, even though they had only met. A smile replaced her snarl, but it was sheepish. "I'm sorry, boys. I didna think they would follow me. Guess I'm worth more then I thought."