𝔗𝔞𝔩𝔞𝔢𝔡𝔯𝔞

     “Come here,” she motioned for him to come closer as she reached for a cloth from behind the bar and asked a barmaid for a bowl of clean water. Once Oggy was close enough, she pushed him down on a stool, positioned herself between his legs, to get closer, and, taking his chin between her fingers, leaned in to get a better look at his busted lip. Before she did anything else, Kaya couldn’t help but look in his eyes, and a moment later with a small chuckle she averted her gaze and focused on his lip. “Can’t say I don’t like a little bit roughed up guys,” she murmured just loud enough for him to hear as she started gently wiping the blood away, || @oggyfromthebog

     It was something Kaya didn’t expect to hear, definitely not during a local celebration in Jaqar. But on the other hand it was getting late and the darker it got, the drunker people got. After what they had been through lately, they needed it. And so did Kaya. She didn’t got hit during the attacks, but her business had picked up and she had been working non-stop. Having an ale and relaxing was a nice change. Especially if she got hit on by a beautiful woman. Or at least she thought she was. It had been years since the last time it had happened, Kaya blushed ever so slightly and averted her eyes. “I hope you’re not talking about the ale leaving me feeling sick the next day,” her lips curved in a small smirk as she eyeing her from head to toes.

     She almost missed it when the other man turned at her to say something. “You?” she was slightly confused and looked at the both men back and forth, just like he did with her. What was he tal– oh! It suddenly hit her. “Oh, no, you haven’t done anything to me, I just enjoy drunken bar fights, they are fun to watch,” Kaya laughed, being slightly drunk herself, that’s why everything that was on her mind was spilling out. Her eyes widened seeing the man, who was talking to her, suddenly get yanked away and back into the fight. “Oh!” she gasped, now focusing more on the elf. Even though he was clearly drunk, surprisingly he landed more hits than the other man. This was starting to look fun and a thought crossed her mind – maybe she could join?

     She then heard the other man speak. “The man?” she asked, confusion, even a bit of disgust coloring her face as she looked up at the other man, who had a month ago bought from her the leather armor he was wearing. He was alright looking, but she remembered how he tried to haggle for a much lower price she would ever sell her product. “Kata, no!” Kaya scrunched her nose, at witch the man looked shocked and like it hurt his pride deeply. “You harlot!” he hissed through gritted teeth, looking at Kaya. Her eyes widened and mouth fell open at such language. That ungrateful swine! He buys from Kaya and then decides to insult her. The audacity! Seeing her shock the man started laughing and looked around, perhaps to get backup from his just as drunk friends, Kaya didn’t know. But one thing she knew very well – nobody insults her and walks away unharmed. “That’s it,” she murmured, jaw clenching in anger. She took a quick look around to see if there was anything she could use as a weapon. Kaya spotted a big wooden plate with some bones and remains of a cooked pig on it. “Excuse me,” she smiled at the pair the plate was in front of, grabbed it, a few bones scattering on the floor, and launched at the man, who insulted her, and swung the plate at the back of his head as he was now laughing and not paying any attention to her. The sound of the wooden plate breaking filled the tavern.

     “Yeah, get him!“ she cheered as she was enjoying it. It took her a moment, but as they fought, she noticed the leather armor one of the guys were wearing. “Oh hey, that’s mine!“ Kaya called in excitement, but the joy was short lived as a beer mug was flying right at her, which she dodged the last moment.