[Spinning Coin] Pious Need Not Apply {Maduro}

by **Hadyn Skellig** on May 14th, 2013, 12:41 am

Thanks be to the gods, the men were otherwise preoccupied with the brawl taking place behind them. Hadyn thanked her lucky stars that the trio weren't on the guards' short list tonight but they'd be better off getting Yorick out of the Coin before he managed any more destruction. Maduro was tossing quips her way but she hardly heard him over the din. But the intention was clear. It was time to leave.

Encouraging Yorick on, the brunette scanned the crowd as they pushed through, directing the redhead with pressure on his back. Finally making it to the door, the two blacksmiths spilled out into the dark dank alley, the larger of the two leaning heavily against the frame of the building. The noise from within permeated the narrow lane but it seemed they were alone for now. Leaving the redhead were he rested the woman glanced at the door to make sure it was shut before shaking her head, hands on her hips as she faced the offending man.

"Y'ought to be banned from that place," she muttered more to herself than Yorick, who was still enthralled by the cut on his cheek. Her words sunk in and he tossed her a mean scowl, remaining stationary as he shook his head.

"Ah come off it," he rumbled, waving a hand her direction. "Wasn't hardly my fault."

"Oh aye," the brunette retorted with a snort and a toss of her head. "Poor Damien punched his'elf, did he?"

"Took money straight from my bag," Yorick replied grimly, expression shadowed with the memory. Heaving himself up against the wall and steadying himself with one hand, he stared at Hadyn as a new thought dawned upon him. "Who's yer friend anyhow?"

by **Maduro Salvitary** on May 14th, 2013, 8:24 pm

Maduro smiled he would rely on using his skills and appeal to this mans inner bro.

Of course this would mean walking a thin line between being cool with this mountain of a man and seducing Haydn. He'd seen this before, this was like a mix of a night out with the girls only flipped so she was one of the guys but wasn't urghhhh his mind flooded with the simplistic complexity of there dynamic relationship and how it might apply to him and Hadyn.

This was one of those hurtles

The dreaded third wheel friend, nothing was worse then this. Just one comment could shut him down, even something as petty as Oh Im Tired could be catastrophic. Everything he had worked so hard for could be in smoldering ruins.

Hey what's up? I'm Maduro, nice to meet you what's your name ?

Heh you see Damien backflip when he got bopped by this hear bottle !?

He held it up like a battle trophy

Hadyn was there and he flashed her a warm smile, he'd done so much to make it through the evening they didn't know the half of it. He did not want to quip when with her when he was around. Out of not wanting to embarrass her infront of this guy

by **Hadyn Skellig** on May 15th, 2013, 5:11 pm

The behemoth of a smith stared slack jawed at Maduro as he raised the bottle, red eyebrows raised above glassy eyes. After a tick of awkward silence Yorick blinked and raised a hand to his chin, scratching at the stubble residing there. Hadyn watched the two silently, arms crossed her chest.

"Your efforts are 'ppreciated," the man rumbled finally his tone suggesting he was trying to convince himself of this as well. Doubling forward slowly Yorick placed heavy hands on his knees, shaking his head. Hadyn stepped forward now, placing a hand on the other smith's shoulder, casting a cool glance to Maduro.

"Certainly," she agreed as Yorick heaved in an inebriated breath, enormous chest expanding as he groaned with the effort. The din from inside was beginning to spill into the nearby streets, shouts from guards piercing the air amidst the general squawks of drunks. A frown pulled the woman's lips as she listened, a hand tightening around Yorick's shoulder as she assessed the situation.

"C'mon," she said finally, giving the redhead a gentle push. "We best get you home. You'll be feelin' wretched tomorrow, I've no doubt." Encouraging him again, the brunette turned her gaze to Maduro, a simpering grin lighting her features.

"Sorry t'cut the evenin' short, mate. But if I don't escort this piece of work home, we'll both regret it." Hadyn offered a smile as Yorick stood, rickety on large legs. Once he was stable he began walking, surging forward as if it would be dangerous to stop again.

"Haddie," he grumbled, gesturing without turning around that she come with. Rolling her eyes skyward the brunette grinned at Maduro, nodding to the bottle in his hand.

"Keep that for next time, eh?" stepping toward him, the woman wrapped a hand around the back of his neck and planted a quick kiss on his lips, her tongue flicking his top lip. Pulling back, Hadyn tossed him a wink before turning and sauntering after the intoxicated redheaded colossus, catching up to him without effort and guiding him through the dark alleys of the Docks.

by **Maduro Salvitary** on May 15th, 2013, 7:35 pm

Maduro had thwarted every problem with a level of cool and collected calm.

Except this one maybe it was best for the two of them to leave, but just like he predicted the squeaky third wheel was a seduction killer. He had played his hands well, but not well enough. He had a moment to reflect upon his formula, taking into consideration he had not spent enough time with her friend. Maybe if they had been there she would have stopped him from drinking hard and this whole thing wouldn't have happened. A lot of self reflection was in order.

There were a few things he could do to save the night, maybe ask and see if she wanted help. Or maybe use Hypnotism again, but the night air felt right. There was something holding him back, like this is how she wanted it. He was a gentleman in that he would oblige what he felt was a subtle request.

For his valiant effort he had been awarded a kiss, it held more value to him then bedding someone looking for a night of passion. It was a reward he had earned without using Hypnotism to bend her mind. A gift she did not readily give, that would be tucked away as a treasured memory.

Thank you for a wonderful evening Hadyn.

Hand outstretched as her back was turned retracted, he was left speechless as she walked into the night with her large burly friend.

Looking at the bottle and the ground he smiled to himself.

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Man did you see that ass? Damn Maduro, you old dog.

He waited a while expecting her to come running back... but if nothing happened he would head back.

As he turned around and headed back from whence he came. As he did a curvacious woman stepped out of the din. Emerald green eyes locked onto his azure blue, the blonde from before that Hadyn pointed out had been eyeing him in the bar. He smiled warmly and bowed a bit cordially, she smiled back a bit blushing a little with a giggling laugh as she looked at the ground shyly.

I'm Maduro what's your name?

He raised two cups and his bottle

I'm sorry I never got a moment to talk to you, but it's still a lovely night.

Care to join me?

And with that he departed

by **Cloud** on June 26th, 2013, 10:09 am

From the sky falls your reward!

Hadyn :

Maduro :

Misc!! :

A fun thread you two, I enjoyed Hadyn's sarcastic remarks in this thread.

Question marks to be made? Exclamations to declare? Feel free to send me a pm and we can tend to any concerns you have.

Completed [Spinning Coin] Pious Need Not Apply {Maduro}