How to Start a Barfight Like a Professional and Flirt While Doing It

[delilah_dirk]

Who: Bolin and Delilah Dirk
What: Two chaotic people meet. Turns out similar vibes do not cancel out.
When: Evening, late month
Where: A pub in Trench



She righted wrongs. It's what it said on her little business stand she set up, whenever the occasion took her. She'd earned a good wage at it so far. Maybe? She hadn't really figured out the rocks part yet. Finance wasn't exactly her forte, as it happened. But she also kept stashing them like a squirrel because she didn't trust banks much.

But she earned something from it. In this case, a young woman had approached her - timid, worried - with quite the take. A music box she had, a relic from her family. Stolen by a brigand who had attempted to seduce her and, when that had failed, had stolen it in pique.

It was exactly the sort of person she had the urge to pound until they were about a foot and a half shorter.

She'd gone with a name and a description and that had led her to a little dive sort of pub. She sat herself in a corner, waiting for him to make his appearance.

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[pabugotmoves]

"Aha! Oh, sweet sweet victory."

His feelings aren't even hurt, he just wanted her to give the thing she didn't want to.

"Well in that case, I owe you a drink, fair warrior."

the guy over his shoulder moans and Bolin turns, clunking the thief's head against the stone wall. He goes limp again.

"After we drop this fella off."

[delilah_dirk]

"Yes," she replied through gritted teeth and an aggrieved face, her fists balled, "after."

[pabugotmoves]

Satisfied, Bolin smiles and adjusts the thief on his shoulder. He's got a pep in his step the whole way to the bounty drop off. Or whatever? He doesn't know how it works, all he knows is that he's got a big shiny stone and a drink... date? with a feisty brunette. What a good day this has turned out to be.

[delilah_dirk]

Visibly. Grumbly. There might as well be a little black cloud over her as she directs him this way and that, until they're back to her client. She takes care of the actual transaction, giving Bolin a bit of a glare when she hands over his portion of the reward.

"Right then," she says, "now, or...?"

She'd absolutely hate to owe him for a while.

[pabugotmoves]

"Now is good."

Pleased. As. Punch.

"Do you know a place? I only really hang out at The Raccoon Room."

[delilah_dirk]

"Never been, prefer other places," she replied, pointing.

"Good dive bar a few blocks that way."

[pabugotmoves]

Eeeh.. could be worse.

"Is that your thing? Dive.. bars? Do we have to swim? Because I'm not prepared for that. I don't have a swim suit, here."

[delilah_dirk]

"Hmm? Oh, no, they're usually cheap and have the better food. You know, proper pub food."

[pabugotmoves]

"I have no idea what that means but cheap is good and I like food."

[delilah_dirk]

She sighs, finally just giving in and deciding to go with the flow.

"Oh, alright then. Let's get on with things."