PM to join Slippery As A Cat [Sarina]

[Logan Storm]

“Yes, I’ve know of it,” Sarina responded in a seemingly mocking tone.Logan ignored the need to retaliate to what he thought was her taunt, at least for now.

At first, when they walked together she strolled next to him. However, after revealing where they where going, she seemed to suddenly move in front of him. Probably more confident to lead since she knew where she was going.

This gave Logan the perfect chance to pay close attention to her. The way she walked, her confidence, the way she looked at other people. All this he wanted to know just from her movement, but could not fully determine. If he wanted to know a little more about her, he would need to get her to talk.

"So tell me Wild- Sarina. Do you always steal from the man with the biggest pocket or do you have another profession?"

As they came into the Sunset Quarter they where instantly greeted by orphans who danced around both Logan and Sarina, making a full circle. There were three of them to be exact. Two females, one looking at the age of eleven, the other at age ten, and one male, this one looking at the age of nine. They seemed to be enjoying their time, laughter playing through the air.

Logan didn't stop moving, but he noticed that as he continued, they would followed, still circling him and Sarina, if Sarina continued as well.

[Sarina]

“If you’re hoping I might spend some of my time on the other side of the law you can expect to be disappointed.” Sarina responded. She didn’t know why the man would care about her profession and she figured he probably only wanted to start a conversation.

No more words were exchanged as the pair made it to the unofficial entrance to Sunset Quarters. It was a nice day and so, understandably the orphans were out playing in the warmth. A few of the children ran out in circles around Sarina and Logan. They laughed and pay no more attention to Sarina and her date than if they were just part of the orphanage decorations.

Sarina didn’t mind it that way. She had never been one for children, always running around and seemingly just there to cause problems. Her lips formed the slightest of frowns at the children as they ran haplessly around but she didn’t say anything.

The children continued to circle them until they spotted someone else nearby ran off, giggling to their new bait. Sarina was glad to see them go, their joyful presence only proving to annoy her.

Sarina cast a glance at Logan. “Children are so pointlessly happy before they see how the real world is.” Sarina wasn’t quite what response she wanted from it but the only sound in the air was the joyful giggling of the children that was only rivaled in happiness by the chirping of the birds over head.

Sarina continued through Sunset Quarters at a brisk a pace so that none of the other children got in their way.

It wasn’t far they had to walk through the Sunset Quarters so they made it to The Drunken Fish fairly quickly. The building always looked huge to Sarina. It towered over the rest of the nearby building making itself easy to see long before they go there. In Sarina’s opinion the place always looked a bit on the dingy side. It looked as if it was rarely cleaned and the hinges on the door were creaked as Sarina pulled it opened.

“Here we are.” She indicated for Logan to go through the door that she held opened.

[Logan Storm]

“If you’re hoping I might spend some of my time on the other side of the law you can expect to be disappointed.” Sarina said.

"Well that just rips my heart," Logan replied sarcastically.

Within the Sunset Quarter Logan relaxed and pulled a lot of weight off his shoulders. Now the only thing he would need t focus on was the girl.

The orphans began to play around them, and Logan noticed a slight change from annoyance to frustration in Sarina. When the children ran away, she turned to Logan and said, “Children are so pointlessly happy before they see how the real world is.”

Logan gazed over at the children who were now playing run and tag around a passing woman. They were so young, happy, and ignorant to the real world like Sarina had mentioned. It made Logan a little jealous. If he could walk around town without the worries of someone shanking him or mugging him, he would come to enjoy the life he lived in Sunberth.

"I doubt," he began, then let out a breath of air from his nostrils. "That either of us would want that pointless happiness to end if we were them."

As they continued, Sarina began walking a little faster, prompting Logan to do the same. It made him chuckle under his breath a little to see how fast she would move just to avoid another orphan. Of course, she could have other reasons for increasing her speed, but Logan enjoyed the first reason more.

As they walked past the Sunset Quarters they found themselves in a new area Logan had heard of before. 'Baraque Bay' was its name, the place that had developed a little history since last season. The 'Down With The Scars,' history.

Sarina guided Logan towards a large three story building.

“Here we are,” she said as she opened the door and held it for him.

Logan tipped his imaginary top hat to Sarina then moved through the door. Automatically he noticed how the place stunk of seawater and sweaty men. Not to mention how half the air filled with white smoke.

Logan held in his cough as he made way towards the nearest pure oxygen filled place he could find. He didn't wait for Sarina, which was probably the only time he did not take her position into account. He had enough troubles keeping his eyes on every black tooth sailor that passed him.

When he found the perfect seating area for him, he sat down and checked his money bag. Unless Sarina did something, Logan would still have his change near his waste.

If Sarina would sit with him, Logan would turn and speak with her, a small hint of annoyance in his voice.

"Nice place for a first date, huh?"

[Sarina]

As they entered the building Sarina immediately noticed Logan’s disappointment. She didn’t doubt he had though the place would be nice but, as most places in Sunberth were, it was from that.

He immediately made his way to a table near the back. Sarina followed but in much less of a hurry. The place was just as crude as she had remembered it. The air was full of smoke and the smell of awful. She wanted to leave as soon as possible but wouldn’t leave without at least attempting to take the man’s money.

She noticed as he sat down that he quickly checked to make sure the money remained safely at his waist and, at least for the time being, it did. It was a small gesture but it sent a clear message: he wasn’t letting his guard down.

The old wooden table Logan had chosen was made of dark worn looking wood that displaced the state of the entire tavern. There were two chairs, made of the same material, seated across from each other. Logan had taken one of the seats and Sarina took the other.

"Nice place for a first date, huh?" His voices sounded a bit irritated, the place wasn’t what he had expected.

“Very” Sarina responded, sarcasm etching her tone.

Sarina said nothing more until a waitress, wearing more revealing cloths than Sarina would have cared for, approached their table. “Is there anything I can get for the two of you?” The girl’s voice sounded happy but her eyes told a different story. She had a strange accent that Sarina thought might be Tawna but she couldn’t quite tell.

The Sarina glanced at Logan for a second before responding, “I’d like a glass of red wine.” Sarina generally didn’t care much for wine but they were on a date and it only seemed appropriate.

Sarina glanced at Logan for a second waiting for him to make his order. Meanwhile, she glanced at his waist. His coin pouch still hung there, as if it was taunting her to take it. Not wanting to attract suspicion, she didn’t let her eyes linger for too long.

Her mind began to create multiple plans as to how she would take it. None of them seemed like they would work and so she continued to think, and wait.

[Logan Storm]

"Very," was Sarina's only reply to Logan's inquiry before she allowed the conversation to die.

Not that much of a talker are ya? He thought.

Before Logan could dissipate the silence between him and Sarina, a waitress appeared next to their table. With a cheerful voice, the woman asked, “Is there anything I can get for the two of you?”

Logan turned his head and opened his eyes widely to get a better view of the woman serving them. Her clothing where a little slutty in that it showed the top half of her cleavage. While he was mesmerized with the slaves clothing, Sarina answered first. “I’d like a glass of red wine,” she said.

Logan broke out of his hypnotic state to answer,"Um- Ah- A glass of red whine, your best meal option, and a loaf of bread for me.

"You sure whine is all you want?" Logan asked Sarina, breaking his gaze at the slave to look at her.

When she answered, Logan would send the slave away to deliver their order. All the while not staring at the waitress' clothing.

With the slave long gone, Logan turned his attention back to Sarina. "So, have you ever succeeded in stealing? I have been a thief myself, but I took more from drunk men than sober ones," he said.

Logan moved one hand to his coin bag. In a swift motion he unhooked it from his waste and dropped it on the table next to him. The bag made a noise that signified a bunch of coins clashing together. The metallic sound was not large enough to be heard from everyone, but would ring in both Logan's and Sarina's ears clearly.

Logan then untied the bag to open it, slowly and meticulously as though he did not want to it to crumble between his fingers. He took out one handful of gold miza with his right hand then began to disperse the change back into the bag one by one. As the coins flew back into its housing, large clunks were made.

The man stared only at Sarina with an amused smile on his face, watching her with near predatory eyes. He continued to talk over the clunking change, pretending to be interested in conversing.

"The best part about stealing from drunks is that they could only do so little to you. You see, alcohol is a depressant and slows almost every part of the body. The drug prevents people from acting clearly, and performing the task needed to keep themselves safe. Easy picking, don't you think?"

Logan stopped dropping the coins when he only had two left in his hand. He was leaning onto the table to get a better view of Sarina now. The coin bag was just below his chin, back to its original bulky shape. The two gold pieces in Logan's right fingers rubbed together in a slow and circular motion, making a new sound of metal scraping metal.

Logan rested his chin on his left palm, his left elbow perched on the table. He looked almost evil with eyes that would only be made by someone who enjoyed torturing.

"What type of robbery job is your favorite?" He lastly asked.

[Sarina]

Sarina’s date stumbled through an order of food before turning to ask Sarina if she wanted more than just the wine she had ordered.

“Yes, I’m sure.”Sarina answered over a slightly sarcastic smile. She disliked eating around others, especially those who didn’t have a very high opinion of her, as her date no doubt did. There were too many chances for them to slip some poison into her food.

With that, the man sent the waitress away. "So, have you ever succeeded in stealing? I have been a thief myself, but I took more from drunk men than sober ones," He said when the waitress was gone. Taking her company’s words as an insult, Sarina frowned and narrowed her eyes.

“Seeing as I have starved to death yet, I’d say I have succeeded in stealing.” She tilted her chin up just slightly and leaned in. “I’m sure stealing from a drunk is far easier but then I wouldn’t be able to get strange men to pay for my meals.”

The man’s hand quickly moved to his coin pouch that was still attacked around his waist. He took it so that it hung above the table for a second then dropped it onto the hard wooden surface. The coins clanged together in the melodious tune that had attracted Sarina’s attention in the first place.

Her eyes glanced at the coins for a second before her eyes flicked back to hold Logan’s gaze. Sarina could have snatched up the coins right then but she doubted she could have gotten far before she was caught again.

The man slowly untied the bag. He reached in and pulled out a handful of the coins. He dropped the coins one by one into the bag, holding Sarina’s gaze the whole time.

When he only had two coins left he began slowly rubbing them together creating a shear metallic sound that rang in the air. As he leaned in towards her, not stopping the metallic sound he posed a question, asking what her favorite type of robbery was.

She let a smirk hit her face as she formed her reply, “I steal from those foolish enough to flaunt their money around.” She let her eyes drift to the coins still slowly twirling around in his hand.

No sooner had the words left Sarina’s mouth than the waitress returned with and two wooden mugs. She set them down on the table without a word and immediately. The force from the mugs hitting the table caused a bit of the red liquid to spill over the top of Sarina’s cup. She tried to be as nonchalant as possible as she quickly wiped the red wine from that side of the mug as it rolled down towards the table.

The waitress left with nothing more than a nod of her head. Out of the corner of her eye Sarina watched her make her way back to the kitchen. She was careful to keep her eyes pointed at Logan.

Finding the silence between her and her date to be awkward Sarina posed the question that had been on her mind since Logan had forced her on this date. “So, why did you ask me on this date? Surely you don’t have time to do this to all the girls who try to steal from you and, with the amount of money you were carrying around I doubt I was the first or will be the last.”

[Logan Storm]

Logan practically laughed hysterically when Sarina answered “I steal from those foolish enough to flaunt their money around” in response to Logan's question.

What he gave instead was a mix between a chuckle and a cough. He smiled widely then shook his head as though what she said was the norm. Yes, of course it was the norm. Watching your money bags every five chimes to make sure its still there, avoiding the roads with the most gang activity, playing with your words to seem threatening, non-threatening, careful, wise, or watchful. All was the norm in Sunberth.

The waitress returned to the table, the same one with the same revealing clothing. This time Logan watched her with less interest than before. Yes she was an attractive woman, but his type was a little bit different. She was still a good image to watch. Did Logan seem like an ass because he watched her?

He caught himself quickly and turned to watch Sarina. His date cleaned her mug because there was a small drip on the side. What did this mean? She was very picky maybe, or relied heavily on things being in place? Logan knew the horrible feeling of having one small thing that was on his mind, an itch which desperately needed scratching. It was horrible.

The waitress left quickly, and Logan was left watching her for one tick. It was Sarina who broke the small silence they had when she said, “So, why did you ask me on this date?"

Logan's humble smile turned into a sly grin. He placed the two gold miza into the bag, one at a time, and closed the bag with a tight tie of the string.

"Surely you don’t have time to do this to all the girls who try to steal from you and, with the amount of money you were carrying around I doubt I was the first or will be the last,” she continued.

Logan was now relaxing on the chair. He he looked amused at Sarina, his eyes very mischievous. Was he looking at her? Seemed that way; or was he looking through her?

"You are the first. Feel lucky yet?" He waited for a response before he continued.

"I don't know why I asked you out," he said sounding modest yet deceitful at the same time. "Maybe... It was just impulse?"

"Imagine this." Logan leaned forward. He looked deeply into Sarina's grey-blue eyes while he talked. "A guy walks down a street. He sees a woman walking down his way. He thinks, 'Mmm, if only she were mine.' He then finds out later that she tried to steal from him. When he sees her... He looks into her blue eyes and becomes enraptured in her pale beauty. He thinks, 'I can't harm her, she's too good for that, I also can't let her get away with the money she stole from me. So, what do I do?"

Logan leaned back again, he took his mug and drunk a little of the wine. He maintained his eyes on her, or were they? Once again he was looking at her, but looking through her. But what was he looking through? Was it her clothes? Was he stripping away them slowly to imagine what her beautiful body was like undressed? Or, was it her person? Did his eyes read every reaction she made, every small gesture that signified something? Was he trying to read her?

He almost seemed unknown, like he wanted to be. A mystery in the eyes of everyone. Did he go on a date with her just to have one day of fun then leave her, or was he looking for something more like he was making out to be?

The only thing his eyes did truly tell was that he was watching her, and that his eyes where predatory.

"What I told myself I would do was go on a date with her, get to know her, then receive something afterwards. Maybe a kiss." He tapped his cheek twice with his left extending finger. "On the cheek."

After, or if, she gave her opinion on what he just said, Logan would chuckle and say, "So, why did you agree to come on a date with me? I know I am a good looking guy, dashing, handsome, and enticing, but I doubt that's the real reason you agreed to date me. And I doubt it's for the food, Ms. Only One Mug Of Red Wine."

He shifted his eyes to his money sack, then back to her, making sure she saw him and took what he did as a gesture. "Maybe it's for a second chance at that?"

[Sarina]

OOCSorry for the wait. I have been really busy.

“Yes very lucky.” Sarina said with the slightest hint of sarcasm. Logan responded by answering her initial question. He started by suggesting it was impulse. Before Sarina could form a response in her head, Logan had continued and was setting up a scenario with his words. If he spoke the truth he was providing his though process on the day’s previous events.

Sarina could do nothing more than to let out a smug smile and watch as her date took a sip out of his mug. She couldn’t help but notice that the man started at her with intense eyes. She could almost see his mind working behind his steady gaze. His eyes seemed to be looking her down. As if looking for something in her. It felt like he was looking right through her, reading her. The thought that he might be finding out something about her that she didn’t want him too made her uncomfortable.
Careful not to let any of her discomfort she started strait back into the man’s eye with an intense look.

As Sarina continued trying to find out something from the man’s eyes he continued talking. The words came off as very flirtatious. Obviously, he was trying to get the kiss he had requested. Sarina could quite wrap her mind around why he would want that. Obviously she was pretty, she spent enough time brushing her hair to realize that fact but she couldn’t figure out if this man was really attracted to her.

Sarina’s date asked the inevitable question that Sarina knew was coming. He asked why she had agreed to come. He had obviously guessed the real answer and had asked her. Luckily, Sarina had seen this question coming and had a prepared response.

“If I believe I was more likely to get my hands on your money now than when we first met I would be as foolish as you for expecting a kiss.” Sarina said, hoping she made her point clear, she wasn’t planning to get intimate with this man.

She reached forward and picked up her mug. It was far lighter than she had expected it to be and she wondered what it was made of. Pulling the mug to her lips she took a small sip. It tasted bitter as the alcohol rolled down her tongue.

There had always been a certain appeal to alcohol for Sarina. Her parents had always discouraged her drinking and that had stuck with her in a way. She was careful never to get drunk because she worried that with her impaired judgment she might do something she’d regret later when she was somber. Additionally, being drunk would change the reputation of being untouchable that she had worked so hard to achieve.

Sarina allowed her eyes to drift to the table for a second as she swallowed her gulp of the red wine. Setting the mug back onto the smooth wooden surface she moved her eyes back to meet Logan’s gaze.

“If you truly believed I was here to steal your money, you wouldn’t have left all of it on the table in front of me.” She paused, folding her arms together. “Unless you’re so confident enough in your abilities that you don’t think there is a possibility of anyone stealing your money. If that is the case you must even more foolish than I thought. “

Sarina took another sip from her mug. She mulled the wine’s taste over in her mouth as she kept her eyes on Logan. The wine was very mediocre. Not great but not the worst she had ever had. Finishing her taste analysis of the wine she continued talking:

“While your explanation is very fanciful, I highly doubt it is true. So tell me why did you really bring me here?” She leaned in towards her date and waited for an answer.