Aya's morning after chase
Abandoned in the private room of the inn after a long night, Aya pounced on the thief leaving the building. Kitchen blades hovered at attention singling out what appeared to be working class man with bulging pockets. Sweating bricks & sneaking out he bargained with the vixen intercepting him.
"I was just getting a drink, you wore me out..."
A chef's knife thunk'd into the wall behind him pinning his blazer up by the shoulder. Aya leaned into him barking in his face.
"Tch! There's no drinks out the back door! What, were you gonna buy it with the money you owe me? Barter my sticky panties for a beer? Sure as fuck ain't happening here!"
The bartender shook his head in solidarity, a wry smile on his face.
"Truth, I get my fill as a bystander."
Rolling her eyes she refocused on the shivering man in front of her.
"Money."
"I was just getting a drink, you wore me out..."
A chef's knife thunk'd into the wall behind him pinning his blazer up by the shoulder. Aya leaned into him barking in his face.
"Tch! There's no drinks out the back door! What, were you gonna buy it with the money you owe me? Barter my sticky panties for a beer? Sure as fuck ain't happening here!"
The bartender shook his head in solidarity, a wry smile on his face.
"Truth, I get my fill as a bystander."
Rolling her eyes she refocused on the shivering man in front of her.
"Money."