C'mon lad, Shiver me timbers (204 views)

In mid-May, Chad sat in a tavern surrounded by his friends, laughing about nothing in particular while he downed drink after drink. The latest gossip in the town was the mysterious ship docking in their harbor and of course Chad was asked much about it – being the head of trade’s son – but he had no satisfactory answers for folks. It made him curious, honestly. Who were they?

Chad and his friends were actually in the middle fo discussing the prostitutes not too far away, debating whether or not to purchase services, when the door opened and a woman walked in. Chad nudged his friend and cracked a joke about buying her instead, and the subject moved on rather quickly.

Chad was surprised when someone approached him and he turned to see Emmet. He glanced between his friends, who all shrugged, before he allowed his cheeks to spread into a wide grin and he raised his glass in her direction.

”Look! She’s come to me... you all lose!” Chad slurred his words slightly as he appraised her figure in the dress and bodice. ”S.....whut can I do for you, love?”

”Hmmmm?” Chad glanced to the prostitutes, some of whom giggled in his direction. He felt his lips twist up into a smirk. Oh, he had bought their time before. Though each time he had he had never gone farther than oral sex. He was too concerned about fathering illegitimate children to have careless sex – his father chided that into him from a young age – but sexual acts that wouldn’t result in a pregnancy? Chad was all for that. He had only had penetrative sex once before and he was saving the next time for the woman he would make his bride – but in the meantime, he could buy all the blowjobs he wanted from prostitutes.

The girl looked different. She was hot – a redhead, Chad noticed, like Wyatt and Mal – and her voice was... different. She had a thick accent and he couldn’t quite place where it was from. She must be a traveler. He wondered if she had a husband – it didn’t look it, from the lack of a foreign male wandering around the vicinity.

”Hmm, yeah, I’ve given them s’money before. Whys’ tha? Are you in need’a some?” Chad asked, eyes looking to her tits before they bounced to her face again. ”I’d be more than happy to help ya.”

Chad was completely confused by the French, the foreign language rolling out of Emmet’s mouth and swirling around Chad’s head like the smoke in the room was already doing. What on earth had she said? He glanced to his buddies and one of them frowned, narrowed their eyes over at her, and said something about France in Chad’s ear.

”Ya know whot they say ‘bout the tits on a French girl,” Chad responded. He nudged his buddy and just like that, the slight glare was gone and replaced with a smirk as he looked Emmet’s body over.

When she asked to verify gossip Chad shrugged. ”Depends on the gossip, love,” he said, and when she wanted to speak of business he snorted. The only business he’d be doing with this woman would be getting his face between those tits. ”Sure, m’lady, s’all I wanna do, s’talk ‘bout business.”

Chad barely listened to what Emmet was saying, only listening enough to decipher the accent in her voice, as he suddenly found himself with a woman in his lap. Chad didn’t have any objections to this. He was only half-registering her words, as she said she could be a valuable addition to his life and left. One of his buddies nudged him and said something but Chad instead watched Emmet go, listening to the French as it went in one ear and out the other. What had she said? He didn’t know and frankly, he didn’t care.

When she left after saying she had to go Chad got up, and stumbled forward, unaware of how drunk he really was. He giggled at the action and bid his friends adieu, and they rolled his eyes and made fun of him as he left to chase this mysterious French girl.

He left the bar and saw a redhead walking farther ahead. He only knew three redheads in the city – Wyatt, Mal, and now this woman. He followed after Emmet and reached out. ”S’the hurry, love?” He asked, tapping her on the shoulder. ”s’mere else you’d rather be?”

Chad didn’t realize quite how drunk he was until he was stumbling through the streets, trying to find Emmet and her tight French ass. It was amazing how many people recognized him and giggled – a sight that Chad usually tried to avoid – but right now he was too drunk to care. He knew later he’d care, but right now, he didn’t.

When Emmet turned to look at him he grinned, stepping forward and slipping his hands onto her hips as if they were meant to go there.

”I can think of quite a few spots, love,” Chad said, her accent only half-decipherable to his drunken thoughts. He glanced down at her top, which was sliding down so much it was a wonder he’d yet to see a nipple. ”I find hiding away to be more exicitin’.”