Post by Deerfield on May 7, 2014 14:31:46 GMT -5
As he walked in with all the women, Deerfield scanned his new environement with excitment. He loved just taking in and enjoying the atmosphere, even if he knew about the oppression and misery behind the scenes. He was having a splendid time, being guided to a table. It seemed the place was just made to make you forget about anything going on outside its thick, almost windowless walls.
Deerfield had not a single bad or awkward feeling about letting Miroslaw do the dirty work. While at first he had complained about the warrior's timing, now he thought it well met. He would just wait in here and have a drink and have some fun while Miroslaw chased after that fool outside and retrieved whatever it was that Cathian had come to lose possession of. He didn't think so far as to consider Zygmund might not be the only one after the loot, or that the Soren might be angry once he came back, or that he might not come back at all. Deerfield had complete confidence that everything would go well and before the night was over, all these women would be very thankful.
But then the woman spoke and ripped him out of his daydreams of the future proceedings. He twitched and answered as nicely as possible, even though he was quite bothered by what she had said, "Well, I do believe I am in the right place. Do you really have to ask what I could want in an establishment like this one?"
He slapped a few coins on the table. Enough for a few drinks and enough to show that he would be generous in paying for any future services. "Of course I want some fun, some drink, some of your skin on mine! Now be a dear and get me some beer. Can't just sit here and do nothing, now can I?"
As the woman went to get the desired beverage, the man realized that he was receiving no attention from all these women he was here to help (according to his thought process). Sure, there were other clients in the building, but where was the cathian girl? Being alone with no female to talk to at the moment, his mind drifted back to investigative concerns.
When his woman came back, he would invite her on a drink, ask her to sit down, and then talk to her about everything but snug in certain questions of interest.
Do thefts like this happen often? Are there any recurring suspects with known names?
Did she know anything about the cathian girl's background and story? She had to be new to the business. Why was this locket so precious to he? He didn't feel like these women were in a position to afford having anything precious.
Deerfield had not a single bad or awkward feeling about letting Miroslaw do the dirty work. While at first he had complained about the warrior's timing, now he thought it well met. He would just wait in here and have a drink and have some fun while Miroslaw chased after that fool outside and retrieved whatever it was that Cathian had come to lose possession of. He didn't think so far as to consider Zygmund might not be the only one after the loot, or that the Soren might be angry once he came back, or that he might not come back at all. Deerfield had complete confidence that everything would go well and before the night was over, all these women would be very thankful.
But then the woman spoke and ripped him out of his daydreams of the future proceedings. He twitched and answered as nicely as possible, even though he was quite bothered by what she had said, "Well, I do believe I am in the right place. Do you really have to ask what I could want in an establishment like this one?"
He slapped a few coins on the table. Enough for a few drinks and enough to show that he would be generous in paying for any future services. "Of course I want some fun, some drink, some of your skin on mine! Now be a dear and get me some beer. Can't just sit here and do nothing, now can I?"
As the woman went to get the desired beverage, the man realized that he was receiving no attention from all these women he was here to help (according to his thought process). Sure, there were other clients in the building, but where was the cathian girl? Being alone with no female to talk to at the moment, his mind drifted back to investigative concerns.
When his woman came back, he would invite her on a drink, ask her to sit down, and then talk to her about everything but snug in certain questions of interest.
Do thefts like this happen often? Are there any recurring suspects with known names?
Did she know anything about the cathian girl's background and story? She had to be new to the business. Why was this locket so precious to he? He didn't feel like these women were in a position to afford having anything precious.