Harriet sauntered down the main street of Storybrooke, smirking to herself as people ducked out the way. She was glad, people should be scared of her. Her sword lay strapped over her back as walked, bag slung over her shoulder with items she’s either intimidated people into giving her, or she outright stole. She needed to get it back to the boat that CJ had found for them, and in the time she’d been here, she had managed to further avoid any confrontations with her father and steal a couple of trinkets from the Dark One’s pawn shop.
She kicked a trashcan, laughing to herself as the contents emptied into the wind. Juvenile yes, but fun? Definitely yes. Moving into a bar she leaned on the surface as she grinned at the barman. “I will take whatever you’re willing to give.” she teased as her eyebrows raised and her teeth caught her bottom lip. A distracted barman was a sloppy barman, and the pirate leaned on her elbows on the edge of the bar. She didn’t like this game, it made her miss Ant all the more, but alcohol was on the list of things that she definitely required, and Cj required in more extremely limited quantities.
“How about a little quid pro quo? I do you a favour, and you give me a bottle of your best rum? Or vodka, dealer’s choice.” The grin on her lips widened as he leaned on the counter in front of her, and she curled a finger in her hair, twirling it around her finger as she gave a short laugh at some moronic thing he said. Heroes were all the same, give them a pretty damsel and all rational and logical was canon-balled out a window. A couple of inches closer and she would be able to slam his face into the bar, breaking it nose, and being able to take as much alcohol as she wanted, she just had to draw him in a bit more. // @cvptvinhook
