#c'therin

She gracefully slipped over to him, gazing up at him demurely, her head not even reaching his navel. “Good evening. Are you looking for a companion tonight, good-looking?” she asked softly. He stared down at her with his seemingly permanent scowl, glowing crimson eyes blazing and nearly piercing a hole through her. Just when it seemed he might tell her to get lost, that scowl suddenly gave way to a sardonic smirk. “I am, sexy. Wanna go somewhere?” The Raen giggled girlishly and twirled a lock of her sleek hair around one dainty finger, but before she could get another word out, a busty Seeker of the Sun burst onto the scene in only a halter top and panties with thigh-high stockings, her curvaceous physique immediately attracting the man’s gaze. “What about me!” her high-pitched, energetic voice crooned. “Wouldn’t you rather come spend some time with meeee, tall dark and handsome? You’re just my type! I’ll show you a good time.” The Raen offered the intruding Miqo’te an agitated glare, but the Xaela quickly spoke up. “Why not both of you? Two beautiful women… it’s like a dream.” His gaze was far off now, the fantasies already clearly running through his head. “Don’t worry; I have gil for both of you, if you want.” The two women exchanged a glance, but whether they would both agree to the ménage à trois would remain unknown. For before they could answer, a bronze-skinned Viera woman garbed in her tribal gear stormed into the Adventurer’s Guild, high-heels clacking angrily against the stone floors as she stomped her way over the Xaela. “Daemonius Blackheart!!” she shouted. “What are you doing here!? I’ve told you to stop talking to other women! Don’t forget I am your wife! You told me you don’t come here anymore! You said you would be at the Wolve’s Den tonight!” she chastised, and the colossal man shrank, the two women on his either arm scattering like cockroaches. Kitty had been watching the show from across the room at the bar, totally enrapt by every twist and turn. She chortled and her free hand slapped one thigh, the whiskey nearly sloshing out of the glass she held in her opposite hand. “Gods, I love this place.” @kitty-ffxiv

“Well. I guess that’s how it comes back down.” @kitty-ffxiv / @vinnie-ffxiv

She couldn’t remember his name, or if he’d even told it to her. She couldn’t remember, and she didn’t care. She had no doubts he hadn’t bothered to learn her name, either. He was little more than a stranger, and she was more than content to keep it that way. She slipped out of the comfort of the inn room bed, grabbing her discarded clothes from the floor and tugging them back on. “Well, assumin’ we’re done here, I’ll be glad t’take m’payment an’ get outta your hair. ‘Less ya want another rrround?” she shot him a challenging grin as he also redressed on the other side of the bed. “Oh, sadly, I think I’m spent… Speaking of spent… You mean you weren’t just having a good time with me, kitty-cat?” C’therin scoffed out a laugh. “Funny joke, but ya know we discussed m’rrrates before this.” He sighed woefully. “But you had a good time, didn’t you? Shouldn’t that count for something? I bought you some drinks. Let’s call it even.” Realizing that he was not, in fact, joking, she felt her patience immediately growing thin, feline ears curving back and her eyes narrowing as she peered at him across the bed. “Uh, yeah, not that good of a time. ‘M worrrth more than a few cheap drrrinks, ya know?” “Are you? All right, all right, don’t get too ahead of yourself. I did give you a roof over your head and a bed tonight. Factoring that in…” She sharpened her glare at him. “Factorrring what in? ‘F ya ain’t noticed, the night is farrr from over, an’ I aint really in the mood for stayin’ for snuggles an’ pillow-talk.” He heaved another large sigh, making a show of patting himself down until he found his wallet, fishing it from his pocket and tossing it haphazardly onto the mattress. “Fine, fine. There you go. Considering everything else, that should be more than fair.” He meandered his way past her and over to the sofa where they had been sharing drinks earlier in the evening. She picked up the wallet, opening it to reveal its contents, no more than a few coins falling out. She stared for some time at the meager sum of gil upon the mattress, then the empty wallet, then back to the man as he searched their emptied glasses and bottles for any remaining traces of alcohol to consume. “Ya kiddin’ me? This ain’t what we agreed on.” He laughed from across the room. “You really thought I’d pay to sleep with your trashy ass? Cheap whores like you are barely worth the booze.” “Uh-huh. An’ ya thought I’d fuck a slimeball like you for frrree? Shut the fuck up.” Tossing the thin wallet aside, she marched over to him to stand in front of him, sizing him up, her black-furred tail swishing in agitation behind her. “Bottom-feeders like you are disgusting. You think you’re getting my hard-earned gil just because you’ll spread your legs for me and everyone else? I’ve got a wife at home--a real lady deserving of my money--and I can’t have her wondering where all my wages have gone,” he snapped, glowering down at the Miqo’te. “Oh yeah? Bold worrrds when you’re the one payin’ t’fuck me, dumbass,” C’therin sneered. Her words must have struck something in the man’s pride, as his expression immediately switched from smug disdain to something far more resentful. “I think you’ve overstayed your welcome, skank-ass whore. You should be grateful I gave you any gil at all. Get out.” He held one of the bottles he’d plucked from the smattering of mostly-emptied glasses and liquor bottles upon the table, his fingers curled tight around its neck. “Oh, I would love to. Once ya pay me what ya owe me, dickhead. Ya better get t’scrrrapin’ up the rrrest of that gil rrreal fast.” She held her own, unflinching against the man’s rage. “You’re not getting a single more gil out of me. I said leave! Bitch!” he shouted and raised the bottle over his head as if to swing it down upon her. The gesture may have only been a threat, but unfortunately for him, that mattered little to C’therin, and she was far faster than he. She caught the bottle, snatching it out of his hands and swinging it back at him. The bottle caught him upon the temple, glass shattering upon impact and he immediately dropped unconscious to the floor. “Serrrves ya rrright, fucker.” Therin carefully nudged him with one foot, making sure he was truly out of it as she watched the blood trickle down his forehead and onto the floor. After eyeing over him for a moment, she crouched down beside his unmoving body, none too gently tugging the golden wedding band from his ring finger and pocketing it before she stood up straight once more. “Now that should fetch me some gil. Good luck explainin’ this one t’your lady-wife. Talk ‘bout a bottom-feeder,” she muttered, moving to collect the pittance of gil from the mussed sheets on the bed before she took her leave, offering a lazy kick against his ribs on her way to the door for good measure. @kitty-ffxiv​

C’therin paused before the metal box that stood nearly twice her height, turning toward Vinnie and beaming proudly, sweeping her arms out in a grand gesture toward the blinding atrocity. Good thing he had shades on. “Ta-daaaa~!” “I love it, Kitten,” he stated, pausing a beat and fishing a cigarette and the lighter she’d made for him from the pocket of his jacket. “...what the hell is it?” he asked as he lit the cigarette and took a puff, returning the lighter to its rightful place. “It’s a blastin’ box, Immorrrtal Flame issued!” she explained cheerily. “I can explode things inside it an’ not explode anythin’ else! So I can test any of my explosives an’ make sure they worrrk without blowin’ up m’self or any other collaterrral. It’s nothin’ fancy, just a fuckton of mythrrril layered thick, but that’s expensive.” “Expensive,” he repeated, exhaling smoke. “Which begs the question, how did ya get it, and more importantly, how did ya get it here?” “Well, ya see. The Flames had t’do somethin’ t’safely detonate all the bombs the lunatics are always leavin’ ‘round Ul’dah. I might have also left some mostly-safe explosives ‘round the city to help speed the burrreaucracy along,” she extended a hand toward him as she explained, and he mindlessly passed his cigarette to her in an action they’d repeated so many times it had become second nature to the two. “Anyroad, it’s a long story involvin’ a disguise, drrruggin’ some drrrinks at the Quicksand, an airrrship, an’ a big gun.” With a sharp grin, Kitty trotted over to the box, white teeth flashing against her tanned skin. “An’ now we test it out!” She unlatched the heavy, metal door, and with a strong pull, it opened with a creaking groan, revealing a plethora of her homemade bombs and explosives within, and a few fireworks, for good measure. After taking a drag, she tossed the still-lit cigarette inside, slammed the door shut and latched it, then skittered back to a safe distance at Vinnie’s side. For a moment the two watched in silent anticipation, awaiting the “boom.” Just as they were about to settle upon the conclusion that either the blasts had not been ignited or the box had worked very well indeed and Kitty’s ears began to droop in disappointment, a deafening roar echoed throughout the desert and the pair were knocked off their feet in an explosion of sand and fire, scraps of metal flying in every direction. When the dust had settled, the two pushed themselves out of the sand and surveyed the damage. Somehow, the couple had been spared impalement from any of the shrapnel, left lightly charred and covered in dirt and ash instead, but where once was the blasting box was a shapeless, warped and jagged lump of metal, busted at its seams in a crater of sand. “Aw, man!” Kitty whined as Vinnie patted out a few fires that had started on his suit. “Fuck. Well, at least I’ve got some scrrrap metal now…” @kitty-ffxiv​, @vinnie-ffxiv​