Post by eire on Jun 11, 2012 15:58:00 GMT -5
There was something chilling about this part of town so late at night. The streets were eerily quiet, the only sound being the occasional scuttle from a rat in the shadows, or maybe a very distant sound of footsteps from an alleyway. But otherwise, there was nothing. Dead still in the cold, midnight hour.
Aoife O'Neil found herself wandering the streets alone in the darkness, doing her best to avoid and large puddles or other messes that littered the cobbled streets. Most people would've said it was unwise for a woman like herself to go strolling by herself in such an area, so late at night. But did she care? Hell no.
"Aoife O'Neil can look after herself," the redhead chuckled dryly to the empty air as she swung her bottle of rum to her lips. The bitter liquid trickled down her throat satisfyingly, causing her to grin. Ah, this was the life. Having the whole world to yourself for just a couple of hours without any bloody Captain down your throat. No brutish men constantly trying to make a move on you. No need to have to sock anyone in the eye.
Speaking of Kirkland… Aoife couldn't help but smirk as she imagined the pissed off look on his face when he'd realised she'd snuck off the ship again. O'Neil seemed to find some great enjoyment in winding "Eyebrows" up. It was a miracle he hadn't kicked her off his ship yet. Sometimes he really gave her a headache, though.
But now, it was pure bliss. Just her, the stars and her bottle of alcohol.
"Maybe life isn't so bad," Aoife mused as she stopped and cocked her head back to look up at the twinkling stars above. It was peaceful. It was nice. She could get used to this.
Aoife O'Neil found herself wandering the streets alone in the darkness, doing her best to avoid and large puddles or other messes that littered the cobbled streets. Most people would've said it was unwise for a woman like herself to go strolling by herself in such an area, so late at night. But did she care? Hell no.
"Aoife O'Neil can look after herself," the redhead chuckled dryly to the empty air as she swung her bottle of rum to her lips. The bitter liquid trickled down her throat satisfyingly, causing her to grin. Ah, this was the life. Having the whole world to yourself for just a couple of hours without any bloody Captain down your throat. No brutish men constantly trying to make a move on you. No need to have to sock anyone in the eye.
Speaking of Kirkland… Aoife couldn't help but smirk as she imagined the pissed off look on his face when he'd realised she'd snuck off the ship again. O'Neil seemed to find some great enjoyment in winding "Eyebrows" up. It was a miracle he hadn't kicked her off his ship yet. Sometimes he really gave her a headache, though.
But now, it was pure bliss. Just her, the stars and her bottle of alcohol.
"Maybe life isn't so bad," Aoife mused as she stopped and cocked her head back to look up at the twinkling stars above. It was peaceful. It was nice. She could get used to this.