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Maybe we can assume Officer Parker lost a brother or something to a Dutch privateer and is exceeding his authority on people unlikely to call him out on it?

Words send shivers through the back of Tara's spine. Setting the tray of sandwich and tea down on a nearby surface, she backs against the wall for support, legs gone to rubber in a second. "But how ... and ..." It didn't seem possible. They'd...

They got their drinks, and began wandering around as they drank them. They got further from the rooms, and closer to them, almost walking aimlessly in circles.

"Uh...that Pimp Juice sounds good...Cat 5 and Mango." He grinned.

Bump!

They found a Fat Tuesday, and she ordered a Rocket Fuel. “Sounded pretty good to me..~”

He held onto her, both in part that he wanted her to stay stable and the other that he wanted her close.

She nodded and smiled. They left 1923, and much to his drunken happiness, she was leaning more into him as they walked. God, but she was soft.

"I'm sure, given all the Fat Tuesday's that are in arms reach." He said.

Her face colored a bit and her tail swayed. “I’m sure there’s a bar or two closer to the rooms..”

"Anywhere as long as you're there.." He said gently.

“Sounds good to me, where do you wanna head next..~?” She asked. Her light blue eyes were practically sparkling, some hair falling from the neat bun she wore.

"Maybe not here~" He said, "It's getting a bit steep~"

She giggled a bit, moving a bit closer. “You’re good for one more..~?” She asked.

"And honest~" He replied, "I'd never lie~"