is it still me that makes you sweat? [uffie and lips]

[detox__]

• The night air around the British dock was thick, almost as though begging for something mischievous and dangerous to be going on at such a night. The moon staring down and lighting up the cobble stone walkways, from a pub not too far from the docks was where a massive amount of noise seemed to uproar and constantly come about, drunken pirates and men of all ages lingering around and waving themselves about in a manner that seemed odd to one who wasn't used to the scenery. Sure, she wasn't exactly used to this setting, but that was merely because she didn't live here. However, she had been through this numerous times, gone through numerous rounds of knocking drunken men away from her frame and now a set of red coated gentlemen stood in front of her. "Miss, you are making this much too difficult, you do realize!" The British men stated, the table surrounded by these gentlemen, the naturally tan skinned woman grinned softly, a machete in one hand and a sword in the other, the female hadn't said a word since she had been surrounded.
  
  That's what she got for having, or at least trying, to have a good time. Hazel, currently brown green, eyes moving across each of them, mainly stopping upon the male who was evidently the general, her loose, dark curls of black hair fell over her shoulders, the occasional braid or two mixed in. Standing on her toes, and almost with a defiant expression, the woman kept her smile, "No my dear, you have yet to see difficulty in the matter." At least she was honest.[/list:u]

 

[lipslikemorphine]

Kixa had just arrived at the British port for the 2nd time in the past month but again she heard a familiar voice but one she had hoped not to run into here. She let out a groan as she ordered her men to strap down the ship. They'd be here for a while if that..that woman had any say in it. Her long blond hair was tied back in a quick bun but strainds fell, framing her face. She had a simple hair wrap done on one side, all the sorts of colors and trinkets you'd find in a place such as the Carribbian. She knew that woman would be jealous and she loved the idea of seeing her.

As she scanned the dock she spotted her. Surrounded again, as usual Kixa would have to get her out of it once again. She strutted up the dock and tapped the general on the shoulder. "Is there a problem here gentlemen?" She asked with a bit more of a sultry voice than had been initially intended, but after that latest installment of rum on her ship she couldn't help but to take a sip or two or a bottle. She laughed. "I knew I'd see you again." She smiled at the dark haired woman.

 

[detox__]

• Now this particular pirate could not recall the time or the fashion in which she had called the blond for help, almost glancing down at a mock watch as though she were trying, oh trying so hard, to remember when she had called her back into action. Never, exactly. Long, tanned legs bared by the ripped material of the shorts and loose wraps around her waist, the fabric stopped at mid thigh length, boots beginning at the middle of her calves, this woman was not one to be trifled with as far as looks were concerned. The daughter of a Portuguese fisherman and British royal, there was no money left within her royal family background, especially not from her father's side, though the enrichment of the sea was simply enough to make this young woman a pirate. "Gentlemen? Please please, you're too drunk to even recognize who you're speaking to," The huff of air gained from the pale faced, white wig wearing man, the woman simply giggled and watched the soldiers begin to advance on her, going to work at the first one close enough. Oh joy. [/list:u]