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There were definitely slim pickings in terms of possibilities in this place. Or maybe it was just that night; she had been on a bit of a hot streak, if she even bothered to keep track of such things. Maybe this was the inevitable tenth time. It was possible she wasn't giving herself enough time or credit either; after all, she had just walked in. Maybe if she sat here for awhile, she would find or be found by something worthy of note.

She twisted her gaze to the bartender as he slid a glass to her, the smooth cup groaning softly as it traveled the short trip from hand to hand. Monica caught it with ease and in the same motion, brought it up to her lips to taste it. Every inclination told her to swallow it down without hesitation but she held back, if only not to rush herself. She was quick to action normally, her mind capable of keeping pace with, what many would consider, her reckless nature. She never let on just how intelligent she was, opting rather to keep such personal aspects secret and guarded. Though a fair number of suitors had tried their hand at cracking her.

And speaking of suitors, one such man had apparently caught an eye of her and wanted to investigate. She watched him approach with a cold and neutral look, her eyes focused on his face rather than looking him up and down. Doing such things made it obvious she was inspecting and she was never as heedless as to let someone get the upper hand on her right from the start, if ever. There was a slight flicker from her eyelids as he addressed her, calling her flower and offering to keep her company. Flower, that was a new one. Pet names were not something she took part in but she was not one to just shoot them down either. In fact, it was easier to just ignore them. “Awful sure of your liver, aren't you?" She asked him casually, a mere observation rather than a flirt. It looked like she wasn't going to accept his offer until she kicked out the chair beside her so he could plant his ass down.

He had, at the very least, intrigued her.

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Oh so he took the offer for the seat, but started harping on her for her challenge to his drinking capability. The barest of smirks pulled at her lips as she stared up at him, still cocky and winking without a break. So far, he was just like every other man or woman that tried to approach her. It was always an interesting game; she was more used to being the one approaching. So many were curious about her but were, at the same time, intimidated by how she looked. That didn't bother her any, she just set out to show them how...friendly she could be.

“But other kinds of beds then?" She asked rhetorically, already knowing the answer. Of course she did; it was fairly obvious the way he phrased it. But he was playing and frankly she wasn't one to turn down the flirting game. He offered to rub her head for luck and all she did was stare back at him in response, as if challenging him to do it. What's the worst that could happen right? Not like she'd cut his hand off or anything...

She reached out and took his hand, shaking it firmly. If he was the observant kind -- and not too drunk -- he would be able to tell that, despite her appearance, she was quite strong. Even abnormally so. “Marina Ballero," she fed him the phony name, one she had been using since she hit Hargeon. Now taking the challenge seriously, he conjured the bartender's attention and ordered a whole slew of drinks. Snorting a short laugh, Monica downed the rest of her whiskey and turned it upside down on the bar, leaning back as she waited for his apparent liquor gifts for himself and her.

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He was strong; impressively so. She gauged his strength in that handshake, much like she was sure he did to her. He seemed quick enough to pick up she wasn't some ditzy, air-headed bimbo that may be prone to getting lost in a bar like this. Maybe she was giving him too much credit, it was too early to tell. And honestly, at the same time, she almost didn't care. If he proved worth her time, it would only be for a short time anyways -- though he would get the full exploration of her so that was...something, at least.

“Cheeky bastard, aren't you?" Monica asked him, her smirk growing a bit. There was no lack of appreciation in her tone; she liked men and women that were bold enough to make assumptions. A stupid choice was arguably better than no choice, at least in Monica's beliefs. Willing to assume he was going to score and he was rubbing her head. Well played. She watched him take off his bandana with the same constant stare, as if she were weighing whether to continue the game or end his life. A dangerous line to tip toe on but he'd proven entertaining and at least a bit charming thus far. He was complimented for it when he looked away, the bald-headed woman giving him a once over with her eyes.

She'd definitely been with worse. If he was better...well that was still up for judgment. He continued to talk, doing what any person would do when first meeting a person. He was trying to get to know her, even just a little. Her smirk died the tiniest of fractions but not enough to notice. “Maybe a girl just likes getting a drink. Maybe she thinks she'll be able to do it in private," she teased him turning enough to lean one elbow on the bar and rest her head against her fist. “Or maybe drinks aren't exactly how I like to end my day." She continued, lowering her voice a single octave as she kept the same old stare.

Only this time, there was a slight playful twinkle.

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He had a good point. If Monica wanted him gone, she'd sure as hell make him gone. Or if anything, show that she wasn't exactly looking for company. He was seeing her tests well, enough so that she was actually impressed. Most people simply took what she said at face value due to her looks. Monica looked like someone that abhorred the world, had been through a rough childhood and more than likely sold her body for profit. All of which were true save for the selling part; she only lent her body out and it was to people she deemed acceptable. "Or I could just be that bored that your presence entertains me. An annoying distraction is better than no distraction." She continued to tease him, her eyes narrowing only a hair as she watched him shift, his jewelry rang out their presence. He was definitely some kind of sailor, given their location and his outfit. Then again, looks could be deceiving. Monica's looks certainly didn't tell people what she did...

But enough about that. She was intrigued by this man who was far too aware of his charm and his good looks. Not that she was complaining, of course. "A few drinks in my stomach is always nice. A soft bed if I can afford it. And someone to share it with. Man or woman, doesn't matter to me. My night isn't considered good until I'm seeing someone other than myself completely naked." She went on without filter or pause, her eyes darting to the bartender for only a moment to check on his progress with their drinks. Then they were back to Hayaii. "So if you count that as mistakes in the morning, I guess you could say we're in the same boat."

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He wasn't wrong. To be charming and annoying were playing within the same field, just with different inflections and differing results. He phrased it out with ease, once again matching her wit with cleverness and his boyish charm. Ugh, she had to admit it was ridiculously attractive. She was used to being the one being upfront and bold, not the target of such proud advances. It took her on a bit of a head trip, so much so that she had to mentally prepare herself a bit for it. But she was able to do it in record time. "Good to know, in case I need to kick your 'arse' as you put it." She allowed her smirk to spread just a bit more as she reached over and rapped her knuckles on the bar. The bartender seemed to get the message and slid her down a glass full of whiskey. She kept her gaze on Hayaii even as she brought the drink up and downed it in one go, flipping the glass onto its head and placing it on the bar.

He was the captain. He liked to steer. He liked to be at the helm. Ugh, that was hot. She couldn't even deny it and her lower lip was very carefully tugged inward by her teeth. That wasn't just charm, that was an undeniable confidence from someone who knew how to play on a woman's strings. Though Monica considered herself a bit harder than most other women, she could admit that a man with confidence was ridiculously attractive. This was bad; at this rate, she'd no doubt be saying this man's name multiple times within the next hour. And to a point, she wasn't against that. But this game between them was far too fun to just bow out and admit defeat to yet. "I don't bark, though I do bite." She admitted as she tapped the bar once more, ordering herself yet another drink. "But who said anything about you being the one to join me in bed? You think you've won me over that easily? Or are you just that worried about losing the drinking game that you're trying to distract me?" Another glass was rushed down to her, coming to a stop in her open hand.

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"Oh are you offering another competition?" She cocked a single brow at him as she brought her new drink up to her lips and drank it slowly. She polished the entire thing off but she was sure to take slow, heavy gulps to draw his interest in further. After she had finished, she gave the glass the same treatment as before and placed it upside-down next to its brother. "Can't say many have made me scream but I've been known to make others cry out loud enough that I've been asked to leave. If you really want to see who can hit the higher notes..."

Of course Monica had no intention of hooking up with anyone else at that point. He was attractive, he was charming and her mind had already begun to undress him for her own, mental viewing pleasure. When that happened, she wouldn't let that person get away unless they managed to scare her off themselves. Generally talk of commitment or being disinterested in her was a good way to go about that. But oh was this guy interested. He was definitely more inebriated than her but that didn't seem to stop him or her. She had a feeling he would keep himself awake long enough to at least try and satisfy her. She was a hard nut to crack after all. She scooted her chair forward a little bit and leaned in close, lowering her voice so only he could hear it. "Besides, is any other skank in this place really going to hold your attention like I can? I'm sure they are eager but I bet they can't...swallow...as much from you without getting overwhelmed." Her smirk was mischievous now, trying to reel in her catch a bit quicker than normal. She was clearly getting excited.

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What she had said certainly sparked a confidence in him. His smile only widened and he closed the distance between them, lowering his voice so it was only for her. For a brief moment, he thought he was going to be go the gold and try and kiss her. That action may have earned him a grab and drag back to his room. She did have a soft spot for those that made the first move.

And to be fair, he did make a first move. But it was so...Gods, it was so corny. Sweet, definitely. And for others who were more moved with the power of words, it would have definitely had the reaction he was looking for. The slight gasp, the dreamy look, the bite of the lower lip. Sure, she had seen it. But for a woman like Monica, poetry would never hit with any other emotion but humor. She managed to keep her chuckling to a minimum, eyeing him carefully as if to say 'you really going to follow through with this?' Confident as ever, the Pirate King, as he called himself, put his key in front of her on the bar and walked off. He had the look of a man that had surely hook, lined and sunk his target. She watched him leave, her eyes narrowed slightly. When he was out of her sight, she glanced down at the key once more.

“He's awfully sure of himself."

Monica's attention was drawn away from the key for a brief moment to follow the source of the voice. When she looked up, she found herself staring into a pair of golden orbs belonging to perhaps the most gorgeous redhead she had ever laid eyes on. She was actually taken aback, blinking in stunned silence before she was able to get her bearings. "I like men that are sure of themselves. Though poetry...not my style."

“Too bad." Came the humored response. “Looks like we won't get along either."

Monica's smirk tugged a bit wider. "That is too bad." It was clear neither one of them had any intention of just letting the conversation drop there though. "Marina." She said without offering a hand.

It didn't seem to bother the redhead. A flirtatious smile painted across her face, she sat herself down on the stool next to Monica. Her drink landed right on top of Hayaii's offered key, covering it. “I heard." She grinned as she got herself set and comfortable. “Agatha." She offered her name, holding out her hand.

Well this night sure got a lot more interesting.

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Monica had a few weaknesses, mostly when it came to flirtation and sex. And she did have a soft spot for men with a brash, almost over-confidence.

But confident women? They melted her damn heart.

Admittedly Monica, and Agatha, had no intention of talking far too long. Monica was definitely playing hard to get with Hayaii, wanting him to recover from his humorous exit and assumption before she let him gain any more ground. And, admission of her own words, Agatha couldn't help but comment on the situation. But that short moment had carried on as the two women began to converse, the flirts being tossed about even heavier than they had with Sune. Agatha was...quite the interesting woman. And attractive as all hell. By the time Hayaii returned, he would be greeted by the sight of Agatha on Monica's lap and the two talking with very soft, breathy words. Had his return been a few moments later, he would have caught them starting to give into their attractions. But as it was, Monica had started to lean in to kiss Agatha when the Pirate King's finger ran up her back.

She gasped slightly and cocked her head to look at him. "Yeah, I think that's fair to say. Sorry about that." She admitted, turning her gaze back to Agatha. Hayaii's seat was wide open, now that the bald-headed woman had Agatha on her lap. And by the look of it, she wasn't letting the redhead go anytime soon.

The redhead giggled and shook her head. "That's my fault. I distracted her. But I couldn't help myself." She held out her hand and embraced the man's offered gesture. "Agatha. You're quite the poet, Hayaii. I'll admit; I may have followed you right up if you'd said those words to me."

Monica flashed an impish grin. "Good to know." She teased the redhead before turning her gaze back to Hayaii. "Spoiler: I'm not really a fan of poetry myself. I appreciate the gesture but it'll take more than flowery words to crack me."

What exactly it would take...well, that was up to Hayaii to figure out.

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Well damn.

Monica had actually felt a little bad for standing Hayaii up, if only for a short amount of time. Agatha had taken her attention with her charm and had very nearly won the bald-headed woman over when the Pirate King returned. Of course Monica was one that was open to most things and spending time with both of them...well that would be more than obvious plus. She was already beginning to get a bit warm when Hayaii put on some real bold shoes. Before she could say another word, he was taking her head in his hand, leaning it back and his teeth came out to latch onto her lips. There was another slight gasp that escaped her mouth as he tugged on the bottom lip. His words were almost lost in the fog that was now quickly creeping into her mind. She stared at him with an obvious want now.

He touched on the idea of the three of them partying and Monica's heart nearly skipped a beat. But it was Agatha who spoke up, smirking a bit. "I'm all up for a three person party. Those are always fun. But if you would much rather keep all your attention on her, I understand. I can't say I blame you." She flashed Hayaii a wink before she leaned in towards the still rather stunned Monica. The redhead's lips brushed against Monica's, which brought her attention back. "I'll be here for a couple of days. So if you're still interested, I'll happily lose some time with you." Her voice was low and husky, her breath practically kissing Monica despite her lips never making a move to do so.

With that said, she slid off of Monica's lap and looked back to the Pirate King. "After all, I have no problem waiting behind such a handsome man as you. Good luck." There was another wink to him and a look to Monica before she was off, smirking all the way. She dipped in through a curtain set in a door frame, leading to a room behind the small stage.

Monica was finally able to breath, if only barely. Hot fucking damn. Her eyes snapped up to Hayaii, her objective veil gone and given way to her desires. "Your room. Now." It was not a question, it wasn't even a gentle statement. It was an order.

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